Erik Lehnsherr
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location; New York City
tags; Eddie Brock, Clint Barton
”Oh, a wizard?”he feigned a surprised look, as if impressed. His expression returned to his usual deadpan annoyance,
”how promising. Can he levitate arrows as well?” None of the names were familiar, and the group mentioned rang no bells. Despite it looking like New York, more evidence was piling up that it wasn’t the one he knew. Where was he?
”I find it much more relaxing with them up there,” Erik glanced up, watching as he neatly arranged the arrows. He looked back to the archer once more.
”I’m not particularly concerned with what seems fair, either.” At Eddie’s mention of names, Erik glanced his way. He weighed his options. He wore a false name often, yet it was growing increasingly more apparent that he likely wouldn’t need one. An ally would be useful.
”...My name is Erik.”Bucky Barnes
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location; Wakanda
tags; Miles Morales, Sparrow Draco-Pariunt
With technology so advanced it seemed like magic, Bucky often didn’t question strange happening too much. However, he was pretty sure when someone fell from the sky out of a strange wormhole, it wasn’t intentional. From as far away as he was, it seemed the figure was clothed in black. Briefly, he wondered if it was T’Challa. Singular goat trailing behind, Bucky made his way toward the landing site.
To his surprise, it was a kid. A really, really familiar kid that brought back memories of airport disputes. Of course, the suit was different but who was to say the web-slinger hadn’t gotten an upgrade.
”Hey, uh, kid. You doing alright?” He kneeled beside the masked male and gave him a light nudge. Was it against some sort of supercredo to take off someone’s mask?
Looking around, he didn’t see anyone particularly close by. Some distant farms, but if he was gong to go anywhere it was probably back home considering it was closer. Well heck.
Seeing as the kid was out of it and he couldn’t just leave him for the animals, he picked up the sleeping spider guy and slung him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Hopefully he wouldn’t need another arm. For Bucky, arms were in short supply. Venturing back — goat again following like a smelly, bleating dog — he was nearly home again when lo and behold there was someone else just laying in the grass.
”Hey! You come from the sky too?” He approached calmly, worried she may have been hurt.
”If you’re hurt, you can wait here and I’ll come back for you in a minute, okay? This day is getting weirder by the minute.”
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