Thread: Shaken Apart (Avengers/supernatural) Fox-Lady

Steve frowned a little. i... don't know. he admitted. back before... i only ever had two people. my mother Sarah and Bucky. they where all i had and the only people i was close to. after they died i just... stopped. i haven't spoken to a real person in... in years and years and i never got close to anyone because people just... scared me. what would they do to me when they found out? Steve mused. it wasn't until that one eyed man, Fury? showed up on my doorstep saying they needed my help... you, and the Avengers are the first people i've had any real contact with since Bucky died. he admitted. Phil was... i liked him, he was sweet and nice and kind of hyper. passionate. he made me think of my mother. he admitted. i'm just, dull. i think. the emotions... after spending so long alone, your emotions kind of, settle. it's hard to feel things. he admitted. it's not something i would recommend. sure it's nice for grief and anger and all the bad feelings but... the good feelings get settled too so it's hard to be happy. hard to laugh. hard to really get excited about anything. the only passion i have left, is drawing.... and investing i guess, does investing count? he wondered. oh! You want the ghost stories! i have lots of those. he admitted with a grin. me and Bucky, we where fascinated with 'true' horror stories and we'd go look for ghosts and bogeymen. he admitted. i guess it would be a good idea to learn. if i'm going to be around people again being able to work a typer would be for the best, at the very least. writing might come a little harder for me but as long as i can type it should be fine. no one uses pen and paper in this generation anymore anyway. he admitted, his pencil stroking against the page as he drew Dean, laughing as he hugged an arm around a flushing Sam. it was the first memory he had of the two, having come down to wash off the grime of battle he had come across Tony teasing Dean and Sam in the hallway. there's a person that's older than me? would his name be James Howlette? he asked. he remembered that name from Bucky's letters. they had served in the war together. James had trusted Bucky so much that he had admitted that he was incapable of death. just like Steve, only very different. he had somewhat kept an eye on the man. he was living with a man by the name of Charles Xavier in a school for the gifted right now. let's see. ghost stories.... Steve mumbled before he began telling all his and Bucky's old favorite stories. ghosts and grims and legends and tales. many of which, of course, Sam had never heard of. Steve also told him about murders that became legends in his day and a story about a beast called a Bogeymen, not to be confused with a boogeyman. the Boogeyman was n entity that frightened naughty children. the Bogeyman was a being that sought out evil people and attacked them in their dreams, making them suffer their worst nightmares and fed on the dreams, the pain and the terror they caused. Steve had never been afraid of the Bogeymen, but Bucky had once said that his younger brother, who liked to go out and beat up the fags, oops that was a naughty word now wasn't it? would suffer from violent nightmares until he stopped hurting people. proof enough in Steve's opinion. I am well aware they are drinking their own Ale or i might have to punish my brother for being so irresponsible. most Asgardian Liquor is poisonous to Midgardians. Loki admitted. had they drank the wrong kind of asgardian ale, i would have had to spend several hours purging their systems... as it is, i might still have to do so. how could you let them drink so much!? Loki demanded of Thor, looking very cross. the only reason i'm here is because Jarvis expressed a worry. you are supposed to be the crown Prince Thor, not a child. you're supposed to be more responsible. he scolded, turning the drink in Dean's hand into water, looking smug when the man slugged it down and didn't even notice it wasn't alcohol. way too drunk to notice when Loki filled his glass with more water. oh. i am plenty of fun, so long as alcohol isn't involved. i truly cannot abide the stuff. Loki sniffed, turning all of the alcohol in the room to juice and water. if Tony was going to insist on drinking then he was going to get hydrated while doing so. Fenrir is much more advanced in that look than you are. Loki informed Tony.