forum Marvel OxO // Closed

Started February 08, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(skdbdhhd and then when they're actually dating "Alex is a pedophile because Jason is 17 and he's 119" lmao)

Jason's eyebrows tugged together a little. "Memories, that's all. I didn't play games a lot. Mostly on missions, in less than legal settings. So. That's all." He shrugged a little, unsure what else she was expecting him to say. There wasn't anything else he could say, without going into the memories themselves. He didn't want to go into detail right now. Too much considering that he barely knew her and these memories were hard.

(Shea is just a friend)

"Mmm… Yeah, neither did I. SHIELD wasn't necessarily focused on making sure I got a decent childhood." She let out a mirthless chuckle. "What matters is having fun now, y'know. Won't ask you for details, I don't really want to know."

Wanda finished reading the cards, giving the winning point to Bucky who just shrugged under all the attention he was getting. Then the play passed to Vision, who began reading with a large smile, the look on his face similar to an excited child.

(skdhdh yeah I definitely get that energy from her lmao)

Jason laughed faintly as well. "Yeah. I wasn't planning on telling you anyways." He replied, shaking his head and rubbing his hands through his hair with a soft sigh and returning his attention to the game.

Steve was quiet for the most part, casting a curious glance at Jason and Shea, but not speaking to them. When Bucky won, he smiled over at his friend, laughing a little and congratulating him.

(Sorry about such a late response!)
(Steve, Bucky, Empty, Empty, Nat, Loki, Thor, Bruce, T'Challa, Shuri, Peter, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Wanda, Strange, Paisley, Shea, Jason, Empty, Scott, Hope, Pepper, Steve.)

Shea snorted at Jason's unexpected snippy response and turned her attention back to the game. Loki had won yet again, already two cards ahead of the majority at the table. The play passed over to Rhodey. The war vet cleared his throat and read off the card.

Paisley turned her head to meet the eyes of the girl sitting next to her. She extended an arm warily, "Hey, I'm Paisley. Shea right?"

"Yup." Shea popped the 'p' and leaned back in her chair, kicking her ratty high tops up on the table. Getting the hint that the other girl didn't want to talk, Paisley retracted her arm and slid a card to Rhodey.

(you're fine!)
(You've seen the new episode of Falcon and the Winter Soldier, right??)

Jason continued to play the game, handing forward cards, the memories mostly pushed to the back of his mind. Soon enough, he was laughing along as Rhodey read off the answers to the card, making up his mind on which one had won the round. It ended up being Peter, and the other young man grinned like a hyena as he took the card. Next, play progressed to Tony, he read off the card with a smirk on his face, then waited for the responses.

(YES! The last episode came out on my birthday! :D freaking zemo I don't know if I love him or hate him… Also: "I cAn'T rUn In ThEsE hEeLs")

The game progressed, going around and around the table until Loki and Peter were tied with six cards, the goal being seven and Shuri right behind them with five. It was now Thor's turn. He bellowed out what the card read, his booming voice carrying through the room. Shea had aquired three of her own cards, Paisley hopelessly in last place with Nat with zero cards.

(oh happy birthday!! Skdbdhhd same here. And I hope Bucky takes the shield from John Walker, JW doesn't deserve that fucking shield)

Jason had one card, making him better than Nat and Shea, though not by much. He had no hope of winning, not really, but he was having fun, and that was what mattered, in reality. He tossed out his card to Thor, smiling a little and leaning his chin on his hand, looking vaguely tired but not tired enough to want to go to bed any time soon.

The game wrapped up with Shuri coming in from behind and beating both Peter and Loki to the prize. The Wakandan princess cackled as she held her six cards out like a fan, waving them in T'Challa's face with the taunt "look brother, just another thing I'm better than you at!" T'Challa sighed and stroked his beard, the patience he had was envious. Peter was mock-sulking next to her with his bottom lip out like a toddler and his arms tightly crossed. Loki seemed unfazed but the annoyance flaring in his eyes reflected his true emotions. Everyone just laughed as Steve and Bucky cleaned up the game. The super-soldiers left to go put the game back in the game room and select a new one, leaving the rest of the table up for some conversing.

"Paisley!" Peter shouted at her from across the table.

"Hmm?"

"How are mid-terms?"

"Hell."

That earned a laugh from most of the table.

(OH MY GOD I KNOWWWWWWW HOLY SHIT GHKSBDJFHGBSK)

Jason laughed quietly. He didn't have to deal with any sort of schooling right now; SHIELD had accelerated his learning so much that he had been done with the equivalent of high school by the time he was 14. College had never really been an option for him, not with his legal status and the fact that SHIELD basically owned him, so he was done with school for the foreseeable future. He wasn't mad about that, not really. School sucked.

(JOHN WALKER WENT FREAKING BATSHIT-)
(Okay, I have a theory… What if Sharon's the Power Broker?)

"Pete, don't go to college. It's a waste of time." Paisley let her head drop down on the table with a thump. "I don't even know why I'm going."

"You're going because a college degree is an accomplishment that few manage to obtain and what are you going to say if people ask you what you do for a living?" Strange objected.

"That I'm a sorcerer training under the Sorcerer Supreme that defends the Earth from all 'mystical' and 'non-human' powers."

"No. You're going to tell them you're a physicist because that's what you're going to school for."

Paisley groaned, her mind instantly going to her desk at the Sanctum, where her textbooks were stacked three high and unfinished homework covered the entire surface. "One more game and I have to go back to study."

(YESSSS HE DID)
(B R U H IVE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR TWO WEEKS NOW)

Jason laughed quietly. "Good luck." He said, looking over at Paisley with a faint smile. "I get the feeling you're going to need it." He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet breath. "Glad I'm not going to college, it doesn't sound fun." He'd be a SHIELD agent for the rest of his life no matter what he did; why waste time getting a degree when he probably couldn't get it in the first place?

(BRO SHE'S DEFINETLY THE POWER BROKER)

"God, why did I agree to college in the first place." Paisley laughed humorlessly, gripping the flyaways from her ponytail nervously. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists and the glass Tony was drinking out of shattered. Tony began swearing like a sailor and Paisley's eyes flew open. For a second, her eyes were nothing but reflective silver balls before fading to her normal dark brown color.

"Shit!" She cried, reaching a hand out and turning it counter-clockwise. The glass shards pulled themselves back together as if being stitched together by an invisible string. Once the cup was mended, it landed back on the table with a clink. "Jesus, Tony, I'm so sorry-"

"You're fine, kid." Tony stood abruptly and strode to the elevator, most likely going to his floor to change into a dry shirt.

The table was silent and Paisley felt extremely embarrassed. Luckily, the attention wasn't on her for too long, for Clint and Sam chose that moment to crash through the window.

"Bout time you boys decided to show up," Nat said, looking as unfazed as always.

(jsvdhdhd I'm about to watch the new episode, I'm so excited djfhdhbd)

Jason blinked at the shatter, shaking his head for a moment, but didn't say anything. He greeted Sam and Clint with a wave and a smile. "Nice to see you two." He said, running his hands through his hair and leaving it sticking up in blond spikes.

(ask;fdja;ksd duuuuudddeee make sure you stay for post-credits scene)

"Hey Jason!" Sam greeted in his usual friendly manner. He untangled himself from Clint and stood up, his wings retracting into the pack with a low hum and a clatter. "Uh- sorry bout the window but I was flying home from Delacroix and Clint called me and needed a lift. We just came in a little hot."

"A LITTLE?" Clint cried from the floor, clutching his bleeding arm. The glass shards lifted and positioned themselves back into the space, the window reforming as if it was never broken. "Jesus Sam, you coulda killed me."

(alright will do)

Jason laughed a little, getting up and grabbing a first aid kit, coming over to Clint. "You want some help with that arm?" He asked, smiling a little and opening up the kit. "It doesn't look like it needs stitches, so you should be alright if we just wrap it up."

"Yeah, sure. Thanks," Clint sighed and closed his eyes, letting Jason take care of him.

"Hey, Sam! Clint!" A chipper voice only belonging to Steve Rogers greeted his friends and entered the room. He was carrying a game that could destroy all bonds that the Avengers hand worked years to build.

UNO.

Jason carefully wiped off the blood, then wrapped the bandages around Clint's arm, careful to secure them so that the bandages wouldn't fall off, but not too tight so they wouldn't cut off circulation. He glanced up at Steve, shaking his head with a faint laugh, then finishing up the bandages. "There you go, should be fine." He closed the kit back up and put it away, then returned to his seat at the table.

(here, have some dialogue-)

"Thanks kid." Clint took the hand Sam had extended and let the Falcon pull him to his feet. "Can always count on the Rogers to patch us up."

Clint missed the extremely visible flinch that came from both Jason and Steve and took a seat next to Nat, Sam coming up to sit on his left next to Bucky.

"Wassup, Buck?" Sam nudged the Winter Soldier with his fist. "How you been? It's been a couple weeks, huh?"

"Mfinesam…" Came the quiet response from Bucky.

Jason sighed faintly, shaking his head a little at the nickname. Sure, he might use the last name Rogers, but that was only because it was the easiest one to use. It was Steve's last name, and was the only one Jason knew. He didn't know the name of the female donor who made up one half of his DNA, and had never bothered asking anyways.

(holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt the last episode??!?!?!??!?!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)
(AND AHA I KNEW IT SHARON IS THE POWER BROKER-)

By the time the excitement had died down from the Bird Bros™️ unexpected entrance, Pepper had already had the cards dealt out. Seven cards sat in front of each seat, the black backs face up. If anyone else had dealt, Nat would've called for a re-deal. But it was Pepper, and everyone trusted Pepper. Shea kicked her feet up on the table, earning a momentary scandalized look from Steve before the supersoldier went back to his cards, quietly talking to Pepper on his right. Shea cracked her gum loudly in the quiet room, Shuri returning the clack just as loud. The two teens shared a look over the table and Shea grinned.

UNO was going to be… an experience.

(ajabahahsv fuck I know!!)
(YES SAMEEEE)

Jason was quiet, picking up his cards and flicking through them, organizing them carefully so that he didn't have to search too hard every time he needed a new card. Once gameplay began, he participated in the same quiet, thoughtful way he always did, planning out his cards and what he could do with them to win. He wasn't bad at su h planning; couldn't afford to be, not with the way SHIELD had raised him.

(I want a season 2 >:[ )
(Also a;slfkdjasdklf the end credit scene after Sharon got pardoned!?!?!?!?!?)
(Steve, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Nat, Loki, Thor, Bruce, T'Challa, Shuri, Peter, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Wanda, Strange, Paisley, Shea, Jason, Empty, Scott, Hope, Pepper, Steve.)

Shea slapped down a "draw 4" when it was her turn, making Jason (who was only at three) add to his pile. So far six brawls had occurred, which was apparently an all-time low for the Avengers. Shuri was cradling her wrist that T'Challa had twisted when the Wakandan King had finally snapped and there was a haunted look in Scott's eyes after he witnessed Clint lose it on Natasha. Of course, Natasha had won that fight and looked like she could take on God with the predatory gleam in her eyes.

Shea found herself smiling with the group, laughing and shouting "fight, fight, fight" with the others. It had been a while since she let herself have this kind of fun.

(dude same)
(Aahahavvsgsvsvvsvdbdbdbbdbdb BRUH)
(Alright!)

Jason narrowed his eyes at Shea, hand slowly reaching towards the Uno pile. "I'll give you a few seconds to take that back." He said, moving slowly. When she made no move to take it back, he shrugged, and ice crawled from his fingers, lifting the card and sliding it back towards her, his eyebrow quirked in challenge. Technically, this wasn't exactly a legal move, but then again, he wasn't touching it. His ice was. So was it really against the rules or not?

(in the comics, Bucky has like a great-great niece from a different Multiverse named Rebecca but she goes by Rikki. If we get introduced to the Multiverse soon, we might get a Rikki Barnes. Just imagine that- Bucky and his niece just chilling and being heroes together. Sam gets his nephews now I want Bucky's niece >:[ )

"Jason Whatever-Your-Middle-Name-Is Rogers." Shea enunciated every syllable, staring Jason down with a violent violet glare. "Are you really going to bring powers into this?"

Shea knew it was a dick move, but it was worth it when she let go on the constant control within ever so slightly. She could feel every single heart at the table skip a beat and then she quickly clasped the lid back on that Pandora's Box. It felt amazing to let go for a fraction of a second, but Shea knew that if she waited any longer it would be hell to reverse.

She put the card back on the pile, not breaking eye contact with Jason.