allthosemomentslostintime:

Mystique by Adam Hughes

(Source: namesbarnesbuckybarnes)

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

… [stares at him, then nods approvingly] Don’t get a lot of that. In that case- [pushes herself up with some effort] You know where the kitchen is in this place? I could use something to eat.

[/grins] Oh, man, you can’t even imagine- the choice, there is so much food. [/gets up properly, leading the way to the kitchen]

More than just pop tarts, I hope. Does that big blonde guy eat anything else?

Er… does alcohol count? If not, then no.

[scrunches up her face] Seriously? It’s been weeks and all he eats is junk and booze? [holds back from pushing past and running into the kitchen; enters and stares about] Supposed to be a god, but that won’t keep him running for long. Right. [rubs hands together and starts rummaging through cupboards]

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

… [stares at him, then nods approvingly] Don’t get a lot of that. In that case- [pushes herself up with some effort] You know where the kitchen is in this place? I could use something to eat.

[/grins] Oh, man, you can’t even imagine- the choice, there is so much food. [/gets up properly, leading the way to the kitchen]

More than just pop tarts, I hope. Does that big blonde guy eat anything else?

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

There are worse things than jail. [pushes herself up to a sitting position, stares at the hand a moment before taking it] Mystique. You’re another tolerant human, then.

[/shakes her hand] Thought I was quick to judge. [/shrugs]

Mutants like me don’t get by easily if we don’t. Not a lot of people like us.

I ain’t seen anything wrong with you yet, so. I mean, we’ve barely met.

… [stares at him, then nods approvingly] Don’t get a lot of that. In that case- [pushes herself up with some effort] You know where the kitchen is in this place? I could use something to eat.

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

There are worse things than jail. [pushes herself up to a sitting position, stares at the hand a moment before taking it] Mystique. You’re another tolerant human, then.

[/shakes her hand] Thought I was quick to judge. [/shrugs]

Mutants like me don’t get by easily if we don’t. Not a lot of people like us.

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

… [sighs and shuts her eyes on seeing him] You gonna arrest me?

[/manages to get back up, peering back down at her] … why would I arrest you? Got a reason?

[shrugs] You’re human. You look it, anyway. That’s all they’ve seemed to try and do for a while. [cracks an eye to look at him] … [shrugs again]

… eh. I’ve seen stranger. Probably. Bad attitude to have though, ain’t that? [/holds a hand out] Bucky Barnes.

There are worse things than jail. [pushes herself up to a sitting position, stares at the hand a moment before taking it] Mystique. You’re another tolerant human, then.

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

… [sighs and shuts her eyes on seeing him] You gonna arrest me?

[/manages to get back up, peering back down at her] … why would I arrest you? Got a reason?

[shrugs] You’re human. You look it, anyway. That’s all they’ve seemed to try and do for a while. [cracks an eye to look at him] … [shrugs again]

namesbarnesbuckybarnes:

theshapeshifter:

[finally spies Stark’s mansion after a long time of wandering around and looking for it cloaked by shadows; makes her way straight to it without stopping and enters it quietly, not wanting to disturb any security devices]

[finds it mostly silent and is thankful for the lack of other people’s presences]

[finds a sofa and pretty much collapses on it]

[/sat behind the sofa searching astronauts on the laptop, looking up upon hearing a noise and gets onto knees, peering down at Mystique, pausing] … whoah, blue person, bluuue person. [/falls back, sticking a hand up and waving]

… [sighs and shuts her eyes on seeing him] You gonna arrest me?

[finally spies Stark’s mansion after a long time of wandering around and looking for it cloaked by shadows; makes her way straight to it without stopping and enters it quietly, not wanting to disturb any security devices]

[finds it mostly silent and is thankful for the lack of other people’s presences]

[finds a sofa and pretty much collapses on it]