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‘He’s completely eccentric but grounded. He’s someone who has lived so much life yet has almost a Peter Pan kind of never-grow-up quality.’
Susan Downey
Assassin’s Tango
Victor cocked his head in slight confusion, “What’d you mean by ‘seat-of-your-pants’? I can’t say I’ve heard that one before.” Victor patted himself down quickly, running through his mental checklist before grabbing his keys and heading to the door, making sure Summer was following him.
“You’re making it up as you go along.” She followed him out, twining her hair up into a bun and loosening the straps on her cuirasse. Silently, she settled herself into the car, fingers tensing and flexing on her knees. This would be different than her usual work — probably more combat, and definitely facing an enemy she didn’t know much about. With a little luck, though, her talents would give Victor an edge and wind things up very quickly.
Victor shrugged as he sat down in the driver’s seat. “I’m only making the getting there up as I go. I have the actual battle plan in mind, I jus’ want t’ see the terrain first.”
The drive, as promised, was short and soon they were face to face with a man who seemed to be in his mid-forties. “Hey Jim,” Victor greeted the man somewhat warmly, “we need t’ catch a ride. I have the coordinates but it’s a day’s drive off an’ we need to get there quickly.” Jim chuckled and shook his head as he said his hellos and told Victor that he could actually take them out now as he was planning on going out for a ‘joy ride’.
Victor clasped Jim’s forearm and thanked him as they boarded the plane. The actual flight was fairly short, going for no more than 3 hours. Victor had Jim land at one of the smaller airports in the area and thanked him once more as they got off.
As Victor looked around he saw that the village they were in was perhaps the most populated place in the area with a population of 5000. He also noticed that a majority of the population seemed to be werewolves, they were definitely in the right place. Victor turned to Summer, “Do you want to set up camp a little ways away or get a hotel here? I want at least a day to scope the area and run over the plan together.”
“There’s no point in camping out. We might as well have a comfortable bed.” Summer winked slowly at Victor, arms folded as she gazed around. It was … almost eerily familiar. Small town businesses with faded signs, streetlight posts with seasonal decorations between carefully trimmed trees. The hotel was clearly a renovated old house, lovingly kept up.
It was hard to believe they were there to hunt a vampire.
Hi! I’m Tony! I’m five and I like pizza and candy and cartoons! Will you play with me? Oh! I like your hair too! It’s really pretty!
*blinks down at him for a long moment* Well, hey Tony. *crouches down* Yeah, we can play. What do you want to do?
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
Still unbuttoning his shirt, fingertips light over the arc reactor, she tipped her head to catch his mouth again. Little sounds shaped of growing need slipped from her throat. At last she couldn’t reach any more buttons, and began to trace the veins and nerves under his skin, scraping red lines with her fingernails. She nudged his head up to kiss along the line of his jaw, biting at the edges of goatee and bone. “Bedroom, Tony,” she breathed in his ear.Tony groaned quietly as he kissed her again, and he grinned as the kiss broke. “Not feelin’ up to trying it out here?” he teased, as he slid his hand down her back once more. He cupped his hands under her thighs again, to disentangle her legs and set her down. “If you insist.” Her feet were only on the floor long enough for Tony to scoop her up bridal style and carry her into the bedroom. He set her down on the edge of the bed, shrugged his shirt off, and leaned down to kiss her, one knee on the edge of the bed as he pushed her back.
Summer giggled, pulling away from the kiss. “Wait, wait, Tony, my hair … ow.” She rolled over, trying to pull her hair out from underneath, and piled it on top of her head, then sat up to wrap her arms around his neck. “How,” she purred, “am I supposed to tie you up out there?”
ltcolwarmachine replied to your post: James looked at Summer with a raise eyebrow and confusion. Whats wrong is that .we may havewell you know.. He took a deep breath before .I think we may have had sex last night Rhodey finally getting the words off his chest.
“You know we are not supposed to … aren’t you with Tony?”
“I don’t know anything of the sort.” Summer stretched, sinews popping. “What I know is last night was extremely nice, and if you stop talking to me I am going to sic Tony on you.” She sat up, hair spilling over her shoulders. “Rhodey, darlin’, I’d not have given in if there was going to be a problem.”
favorite celebrity meme | 2/4 photoshoots
“I don’t venture into voyeurism. You started it.”
“Talking about how attractive you are. You started it.”
“Right, somehow this is on my plate yet again.”
“I am sweet and harmless and innocent. You are the sexy, dangerous playboy.”
“Dangerous? Hardly.”
“I’ve seen you drive. And flirt. Dangerous.”
“Please. Hardly.”
“Broken hearts all over the place.” She tosses her head.