⠀
⠀(⠀ 💭 ⠀—⠀ there it is,⠀ the third person
⠀ thing again⠀ .⠀)⠀⠀ kate clears her throat,
⠀ nodding her head .⠀ “⠀totally!!⠀ totally.
⠀ this is …… psssht.⠀ nothing.⠀ so maybe
⠀ we can let this go and head our separate
⠀ ways !⠀”
⠀
“Ms. Bishop. I am not some common criminal that can be rattled by your prattling. You are 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to Doom. Your attempts at friendly banter amount to less than nothing. So 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚… stop embarrassing yourself.”
⠀
⠀ “⠀ woah⠀ —⠀ !!⠀ okay,⠀ okay !⠀ first
⠀ of all,⠀ totally cool⠀ —⠀ but unnecessary !⠀”
⠀ raising her hands in self defence.
⠀ “⠀ it’s what i like to call a little bit of
⠀ friendly banter,⠀ get it?⠀”
⠀
“ …… ”
There is only silence. However, the air around Kate Bishop suddenly begins to feel heavier. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙙. Emerald eldritch energy sparks along the sides of his armor.
⠀
⠀ “⠀don’t you mean ‘ do you mock doom ‘ ?⠀”
⠀ kate chucked to herself for a few seconds,
⠀ before falling quiet.
⠀ “⠀no.⠀ no⠀ —⠀ definitely not .⠀”
⠀
⠀
⠀ there’s a definite cool glower that she
⠀ can feel directed towards her.⠀ “⠀doom
⠀ is also speaking in third person.⠀ unless
⠀ you’re not doom.⠀ well⠀ —⠀ anyways !⠀”
⠀ shifting nervously,⠀ “⠀kate thinks that
⠀ maybe doom should tell kate about how
⠀
heroes were incapable of doing, Kate Bishop.”
Yes. He knows her name. He knows her mother. He knows all there is needed to know about the archer who picked up the mantle.
Gaze narrows behind the mask. She may not see it, but she perhaps can feel the disgust in the eyes that look at her.
“𝘿𝙤𝙤𝙢 is not your 𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮.” He nearly spits the words out as he speaks. “A solution is being finalized. Doom will save you all - something your
⠀
⠀ “⠀oh okay,⠀ you know my name.⠀cool.⠀”
⠀ not cool.⠀ not cool.⠀ not cool.⠀ act cool.
⠀ “⠀listen,⠀ buddy doom,⠀ i’m not all
⠀ that sure what an incursion is but it
⠀ doesn’t sound like a cool gift.⠀ so how
⠀ do we put a stop to all that?⠀”
⠀
“𝘿𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝘿𝙤𝙤𝙢.” A most immediate correction, spoken in cold, steel tone.
“The ‘bad news’ is that Doom cannot control which day an incursion begins. Best to have your bearings in order and prepare for the worst, 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙚𝙮𝙚.”
don’t let them play el beeper, i will become immortal for all of three minutes and twenty two seconds and your ass will be turned every which way loose.
// Been having the urge to write MCU Iron Man again.
If I do, I’d be returning to my roots. First time since 2014. Obviously a fresh FC for Tony Stark.