icallnopowers:

Leech was cleaning the kitchen. He was particularly avoiding his brother, because Art was Concentrating and the last thing he needed was a chance accident disrupting his three-dimensional blueprints.

soothsayer:

He was in his office grading tests. Ezekiel had gotten used to working here. He no longer woke up at all hours to go solve crimes. He no longer had nightmares about dead people whose lives he hadn't saved or whose killers he just couldn't find. He was starting to find peace.

That peace was going to be interrupted. He answers the phone and his ex-wife is sobbing over the phone. "Mary. Jesus. Mary. Calm down sweetheart. What's wrong?"

She fell out of love with him. It wasn't the other way around. Though sometimes he wishes he fell out of love with her years before. It would have saved her so much trouble.

"It's our son. I don't know what happened. He hasn't come home from school Zeke," she confesses.

He freezes and almost drops the phone. "Mary. It's five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. Why didn't you call me sooner? Why didn't you call one of the guys at the station? I know I left on a sour note but geezs my ex-partner loved James, Mary."

She sniffles and he wants to comfort her but this isn't about her or him. It's about their son. "I'm calling them. I'll come into the city and start lookin' myself."

He wants something else too. "I want to start seeing him again after this Mary. I... I missed him. I'll call you on my way in."

He hangs up his phone then sighs. He should bring someone with him. With his leg he isn't as spry as he used to be,. He also has a bad feeling about this so he gets up and starts looking around to find one of the older students or maybe Gabe to see if they'd be willing to go look with him. He normally wouldn't ask for help but it's his kid so all pride goes out the window.

anyastark:

The rain came down in buckets and the water sluiced down the long overcoat she wore. It had been raining all day, but it didn't stop her from coming here. It was only water and she needed the small measure of comfort this place brought her. She still came here as frequently as she since last June.

Drenched to the bone, she stood there with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Today they were tulips and daffodils. Spring flowers. Signs of rebirth. Signs of hope and promise in a place that held neither.

Tears spilled from her eyes only to be washed away in the rain.

"I miss you," she said barely above a whisper to the two gravestones. She placed the flowers between the two graves. She wanted to say more to her parents, but she couldn't form the words. The pain of losing them was still as sharp as the edge of a knife. She wanted to tell them they were all doing well and living their lives. She wanted to assure her father she would get the company back one day.

Nothing would come out.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat and took a deep breath, choking back a sob. "I love you," she eventually managed to get out. Head bowed, she turned and started walking away.

quitethecharmer:

Vincent Amorason, mage in practicum, glared out the window of his keep in Asgard as a horse flew by, the clash of metal following it. It wasn't actually his keep alone, but it was his private study at the sorcery school. He had mastered every course put before him ever since his mother petitioned for his placement, despite reservations by the leaders of the school. Now he was at the top of his classes... and the only male in the entire school. In a strange coincidence, it was the first time for only one male to have been in attendance since Loki himself attended the school.

Not that that part bothered him much. He had his pick of charming young sorceresses, and girls outside the school, to spend his time with. He'd never needed anything in the way of magic to glamor them. He smirked to himself, but the satisfaction was fleeting.

Although he had a small handful of friends unconcerned with his lineage, murmurs of 'half blood' and 'witchspawn' always seemed to drift around him. More than that, while sorcery commanded respect in Asgard, it did not command adoration. Cheers rose up with each practice bout down in the courtyard for the warrior school. He seated himself in the window, looking down on them as he bit harshly into an apple. There. Central to all the glory, companionship, and respect Asgard had to offer. Lord Thor's warrior children. Accomplished alumni of the warrior school and celebrities to every oaf with no greater aspirations in life than to swing a weapon and splinter shields and bodies.

He spared a moment to mentally congratulate himself on making the sleeping poison's taste vanish entirely. It wasn't meant to take effect for an hour yet, so he had plenty of time to uncork a bottle with the antidote and take a few drops as needed. For all his venom towards the Thorspawn, he was not so foolish as to make a move against them. The poison was an intellectual exercise, although perhaps it could be put to some use for Moira and Danielle, baiting ambushes. It had become a long-standing game of theirs for him to add a bit of magical tactic to their small hunts.

A messenger imp fluttered into the chambers, shrieking noisily before it dropped a parchment into Vincent's lap and vanished.

Mother. She could just as easily have channeled the message, or sent a living messenger; but then she would hardly be Amora if she did.

He unrolled the paper and scowled. What did she want him at home for now? He pitched the remainder of the apple into the fire, swirling his cloak around him to transport him home. Whoever it was he was meant to meet had best be worth his time.

nextgen_parent:

This scene occurs after "Daughters".

Namor, King of Atlantis, waits in front of the viewing screen to speak with another King, one whom he has both aided and battled at times. Namor has respect, if not friendship, for and with Doctor Doom; this is the only reason he feels he can speak with Doom regarding a matter such as this one. Doom has the ability, technology, and above all, the information necessary to aid Namor in this quest.

Namor is aware of what it may take to secure the Latverian Monarch's assistance, but he is prepared to pay that price.

Just as his enemies will pay for their transgressions against Atlantis...and him.

When Victor Von Doom appears before him, Namor steels himself and looks Doom square in the eyes.

"Our time is valuable, so I will dispense with games of statesmanship. I intend to wage a war against false kings and queens, pretenders to thrones they know nothing of." he says.

"I seek three things to wage this war, and all of them are within your power to provide. Speak your terms, and we will discuss what is necessary for us to deal with each other." the Sea King says.
 

digthefuzz:

Jake strolls into the kitchen at Xavier's while humming a little tune. He'd just come from working out down in the gym and is still dressed for it, tail swaying lazily behind him. He's not using his image inducer at the moment as he's in the mansion.

Walking over to the fridge, the fuzzy young mutant starts searching around inside it for some water and maybe a nice after work out snack.

shessomarvelous:

Grace Williams, the hero and Avenger known as Ms. Wonder, flew over New York City.

Life couldn't be better right now. She great friends and teammates that were always there for her, it was her senior of high school, and best of all, she had two loving and supportive parents that would always love her. That being the daughter of two well-known superheroes, one of them being a famous movie star? People looked at you in a different light. Grace got a little annoyed with the star treatment all the time, but sometimes (like the free spa days and coffees at the Starbucks down the street from Avengers Mansion), it really wasn't that bad.

Grace flew over the city, figuring she'd get a good patrol in before heading back to Avengers Mansion and maybe seeing if a couple of them wanted to go see a movie or go to a club.

hellfireprince:

As much as Julian wanted to settle the issue with X-Factor's secret admirer (or detractor), life had to go on. Business was booming, and the Outcast was still making a killing on the club circuit, as the rich and famous were now patronizing the place. X-Factor, along with N.I.C.H Machinegun, made the Popular Outcast the place to be, and Julian had finally traded the loft above the club or his own penthouse apartment inside X-Factor Plaza.

He packed his suitcase, and readied his garment bag with three days worth of suits, wanting to make an impression on the new partners in Atlantic City. Next, he'd be off to New Orleans to make an offer to another partner, and then California. If he could get all of the clubs open by the end of the year, he'd consider most of the work done. For now, though, he thought it prudent to focus on Atlantic City and put the rest of out of his mind. One goal at a time.

Anyone asking after him would hear that he was preparing for a trip, and couldn't be disturbed unless it was important.