Bio for OC Kristalyn Jones
•Empathic Mutant/MetaHuman
•Can see, track, and manipulate auras.
•Has had a checkered past full of espionage and broken trust.
•Brunette, brown eyes, 5’1”
•Gay
•27 Y/O
Watching #supercorp edits and I’m crying and I’m so gay and where is my other half?
Sincerely, definitely not the special ops agent who is supposed to be on a stakeout.
*sigh* Okay, I’ll do it...
Ahem! LISTEN UP PEASANTS! Show your fealty & support the ONE TRUE QUEEN of Texas wrestling by purchasing an 8x10 that she has SO GRACIOUSLY discounted until next Friday.
#BendTheKnee for @ItsRaychellRose or wallow in your sadness forever.
(YAAASSSSS)
//#musing ...
Kristalyn kept her eyes on the target. She can’t miss, miss and it’s over. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her hand and zeroed in on the bullseye. She lets the dart free and their table was in an uproar of cheers and groans. +
“You shouldn’t be able to bet on this, that’s unfair.” Bucky commented, leaning back in his chair.
“You’re just mad that the only person who’s beat me is Clint, and he’s not here tonight.” Kris smirked, taking the darts out of the board.+
Sam and Kris nodded, gathering their things as Natasha touched Buckys arm gently. “Well have time after whatever this is I’m sure.”
They all threw down bills and swept out of the bar and into the night. Mission time.
The girls laughed and Buck smirked, giving Kris a high-five. The merriment was short lived though, their phones and watches had started going off. “Stark..” Bucky hung his head then rolled it around and back up, looking at Natasha. +