“Yes, t’was I.” Casey smiled, almost proud.
"Even the last of the milk too? You monster."
- [Text]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.
- [Text]: I’m going to need a ride home. Don’t ask why.
- [Text]: Mission failed.
- [Text]: I may have accidentally handcuffed myself to the stairs.
- [Text]: When you get home, remember this. It wasn’t me.
- [Text]: I hear the voices when I’m dreaming.
- [Text]: Are you naked?
- [Text]: Come over to my place and play strip poker.
- [Text]: I HAVE DONE SOMETHING TERRIBLE
- [Text]: What do you prefer, chocolate syrup or whip cream?
- [Text]: Answer me honestly. Am I hot?
- [Text]: Do you wanna have a sleepover?
- [Text]: Truth or dare?
- [Text]: That’s illegal.
- [Text]: I’ve always wanted to hear you beg. How about tonight?
- [Text]: LUCK. I MEANT LUCK. LUCK AUTOCORRECT.
"People obviously haven’t gotten to know you then. They are so quick to judge… While you look like him, and besides the drinking, you seem… different than him? I can’t put my finger quite on it," Rumiko said, laughing a bit. "Right, introductions, where are my manners. I’m Rumiko Fujikawa. Pleasure to meet you," she introduced herself and held out her hand for him to shake.
"Well, I could understand the need, what with killer LMDs and shape-shifting aliens…" Antonio responded a little amused. "Ah … I believe there are a few differences. I have noticed my situation is rather … unique." That said, he looked physically more pale, even almost sickly so, and more gaunt, the thin side of slender. Though he appeared to smile easily, it never reached his eyes, which looked … well, tired. They belonged to a man who had obviously been through too much and seen too much. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Fujikawa." He said with that easy smile, taking her hand and instead lifting it to place a quick kiss on the back of it.
The Avengers as a Western
Steve is the Sheriff. Clint is his deputy. Tony is the Blacksmith. Natasha runs the Saloon. Bruce is the physician with a split personality and Thor gets into a hell of a lot of tavern brawls.
Together, however, they manage to bring order to the once corrupt town of Triskelion.
Remember The Avengers as a 70s Cop Drama? A Western might be cooler.
"Perhaps, but for some, it is in their nature to defend those than cannot fight for themselves."
"Perhaps, tell me human, are you also meddling in the affairs of our so called god?”
"Which god exactly? I’m afraid I don’t worship any god… though I know of a few, I suppose. Mostly Thor. Granted, I do my fair share of meddling, I suppose…"
"Hey, Case, I- ack!" Antonio yelped as a big fat raindrop fell square in his face, spluttering.
“… I may have attached a tiny pocket dimension into my bag to make it a bag of holding….”
"That is pretty awesome. Can I have one too?" Antonio asked, while trying to be under the umbrella as much as possible. He was thin but taller than Casey and he could still feel the fat raindrops on his shoulder and arm poking out from under the umbrella. "Maybe … let’s go to like a cafe or even Starbucks, whatever, go have a coffee, sit inside in the warmth and watch the rain?"
"Good," Loki said, the small relief making his tense shoulders relax slightly. He had no idea how bad the damage would be once he found Antonio; from the sounds of things, he would be spending most of his magic healing the man. "I’m going to teleport near you now, Antonio. Hold on, okay?"
"Good? … Oh, right. Yes. No one else got hurt. At least the crazy bad guy had the foresight of doing it in the middle of nowhere in a creepy house on a cliff over the sea, you know the kind of place…" He chattered a bit "Holding on."