@wintershieldedheart | starter call ft. Alpine

He leaned against the doorway Margot had just come through, looking to her with a raised brow. He was expecting her to pop up soon– he did send a picture of a kitten curled up on his couch with no further context. And it was admittedly an adorable photo. “Oh, did you forget to ask how my day is going? Just fine darling, thank you!” He teased as he shut the door and made his way into the living room where the cat was no longer anywhere to be seen. He took the opportunity to throw an arm around Margot’s shoulders and plant a kiss to the top of her head in greeting. “She ran into my room earlier. Sit down, I’ll go grab her.” Easier said than done, when he had to half crawl under his bed to get a hold of a fidgeting ball of fur. She took the opportunity to use his finger as a chew toy as he carried her over to the couch, until her eyes landed on the new company and she squirmed out of his grip to jump down and investigate. “I picked her up yesterday. Haven’t given her a name yet. Think you two will get along?”

Trick or Treat - Day 1: A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon.

For @wintershieldedheart.

Riona knew that most of California would not agree, but she thought this autumn had been cooler than usual. She came from Massachusetts, and she went to school in the midwest, so she was used to having seasons and cooler weather. California was always different, but it was different now. She thought that last fall had been hard, not knowing where Margot was or if she was alive. But the chill in the air while Buck was in the hospital, comatose, after the lightning strike was haunting.

"How are you so calm?" she asked Margot. "Can't you feel the static?"

It was worse than an autumn in Massachusetts. And she was dying inside.

You are my sunshine; my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, Dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.

Riona needed more people to feel the suffocating chill, to feel that something was wrong with the world.

@wintershieldedheart said:

It's no use. I've tried everything.

"...not to ask a stupidly obvious question..." Steve began with a slight sigh punctuating the brief pause before he resumed his thought, "...but you did actually charge your phone and made sure the charger was fully plugged in before you tried to charge it, right?"

Answering his question before Margot had the opportunity to do so herself, he held up the already unplugged charger cord, though the usb cord through which it charged was still in the adaptor at least, so...she had done it halfway, technically. Steve might not have grown up with smartphones the way she had, but he was decently enough adjusted to them, and he at least knew how to plug in things. Sometimes the simplest answer was the right one after all.

@wintershieldedheart​ sent in “ you’re okay! i thought you were… oh, come here! ” for the sender to embrace the receiver out of sheer relief, after initially believing that they had died in a dangerous incident that has just happened.  (for Jason)

“Shit,” he groaned out in pain, but accepted the hug regardless. Even if it was a little awkward. After all, he didn’t receive a whole lot of hugs, and him still being a little sore from the fight. “Yeah, well death had her claws in me once. So I’ll be damned if I let her claim me again. I’m sticking around a little longer to continue to be a pain in the ass.”

@wintershieldedheart sent: 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔶? 𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨.

               ˜”*°•.      Chaos .  To  be  caught  in  the  middle  of  a  battlefield ,  to  be  surrounded  by  both  psychotic  hunters  and  werewolves ,  more  than  just  ominous .  It  was  dangerous .  Only  seconds  ago  a  bullet  landing  right  into  the  wall  next  to  them .  They  needed  to  leave  -  words  impossible  to  work  on  either  side .  And  yet ,  what  he   hadn’t  expected  was  the  other’s  order .  Run  .  Was  she  serious  ?  She  could  die  there ,  be  it  eternal  scratching  or  bullets .  ❝ No ,  no  way . ❞  He  shook  his  head  immediately .  ❝ We  are  leaving  together,  alright ?  We  can  do  it . ❞ 

@wintershieldedheart asked: but keeping our humanity? that’s a choice.

: { Derek } :

"That's the thing, isn't it? It's easy to be a monster, to be dark, and violent and primal. It takes work to be human. Not everyone wants to put that work in."

@wintershieldedheart

‘ they seem to have unlocked lore about my background that even I don’t know yet ’

**         the lawyer snorted and shook his head, typed a few more notes on his phone and pressed the button that locked it, shutting the screen down. He sunk down onto the bench besides Margot and sighed heavily, extending a bottle of gatorade out to her, ‘ neon green- ’ he explained through force of habit and pressed it into her hands. His eyes shut for a moment and he crossed his legs at his ankle, he had a long standing tradition of forcing whichever one of his firm partners was in court with him to keep their electrolytes up- ‘ not that you need the explanation. ’

he shrugged and cut a glare across the hall to the prosecutors, a lawyer who had barely scraped through the bar and his second year professor who had refused to create accommodations for any students. Instead he reached over and flattened Margot’s collar easily, putting on his best ‘i am a soothing and easy person to be around’ face, ‘ their information is bullshit, it’s easy to disprove. ’

@wintershieldedheart said "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."

Guys like us. Natasha shook her head a little, smiling just a little bit. "Not that I'm opposed to taking life by the throat, but that sounds like you're quoting something, kiddo." It also sounded more than a little bit like something that James would say, which was equal parts endearing and alarming coming from a kid. "Nobody's saying that you can't see the world, or expecting you to see the good in everything like your Dad can. But it's okay to have a break once in a while. What's the worst that's gonna happen if you stop?"

( @wintershieldedheart​ liked for a starter )

“Do you even like peaches?” he was asking while picking out a few plums, though not too many; they’d come out for a number of necessities and fresh fruit was the last of them. “Or is this you tryin’ new thin’s?” he asked, glancing her way as if trying to figure out if it was a good idea for her to be trying new things.

@wintershieldedheart​ asked: “don’t close your eyes.” ( derek hale )

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS. | Accepting

“I-i’m not.” He weakly protested, eyes sliding shut slightly. Derek weakly waves a hand in the air. “I’m okay, i’m just going to close my eyes for a minute.” He struggled to keep his eyes open through the pain.

@wintershieldedheart​ sent:  family’s more important than money, right? (For Derek)

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍| Accepting

“Typically I’d say yes.”  He said.  “It depends on if you have a family or not.”  He continued.  Yes he had Peter and Malia, but he wasn’t particularly close with Peter and Malia well was Malia.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE PERCEIVE MY MUSE? Bucky: though her perception has evolved over time, one thing has remained solid in her perception of him; he's her hero. It doesn't mean she thinks he's perfect, doesn't mean she holds him to impossible standards, it just means that Margot sees the very best in him, and how hard he tries to do the right thing, and Margot admires that more than anything else. In her eyes, he's always been a protector, and a safe person, and she absolutely understands the irony in that. Yelena: as for her, Margot perceives her as something that is learning how to live again, and she relates to that a little too well. She sees the hurt behind the humor, she sees the good behind everything she does, and she sees someone that is trying to make amends for something that's never really been her fault. Margot really does perceive her as being someone who is playful and curious about life as well and I think she respects that so much.

He's always tried to settle into Dad mode with her, having help with raising her with Steve and Natasha, of course. He is just trying to navigate being s single Dad at times, and teach her the best he can, making her realize she doesn't have to be completely perfect like Steve. Break the rules when they don't work, be not polite when it works to speak your mind, fight for what you believe in.

Yelena is different, and she does try and have alot of joy in combat, taking in alot more pride in being a warrior than a pretty girl, rather would be a general in some army over being the queen bee and popular. Just alot of early influences about gender roles and Soviet propaganda and criticism of the West and it's flaws. She's in a similar space as James when he first stopped being Hydras Winter Soldier, as she is trying to find her place in a world as a hero and something good, and how to be helpful, and overcome these feelings of dread and guilt that burden her, and her own demons of abuse she had gone through and fighting to keep living. She is a very strong person, and has very big shoes to fill with what her sister has done, and she knows it.

you haven’t called me that in years . ( steve )

A soft smile played on Steve's face; Peanut, it was the nickname he'd given her the day she was born. She'd looked and felt so tiny in his arms when he'd first held her, he and Bucky taking turns to feed her and rock her back to sleep that first night - as they would for the months that followed, until Margot was old enough to sleep through the night. He'd never forgotten the last time he'd called her that; Bucky was gone, and he knew he had once chance to stop Shmidt. Leaving his daughter with Howard had almost broken his resolve to go - watching her play with her toys and run around like she didn't have a care in her little world - but Margot was the reason he had to go; his little girl would grow up in a world where she could be safe - or so he had hoped then.

He'd sat on the floor with her, having a tea party with her dolls, until he finally had to scoop her up and kiss her tiny forehead. "Daddy has to go away somewhere now, Peanut, but you're gonna stay here with Uncle Howard, and Mr and Mrs Jarvis, and have lots of fun, okay? Daddy'll be home before you know it."

Bending to kiss her forehead, just like he had that day, Steve couldn't hide that sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry it took so long, I didn't know if you'd even remember I called you that - you were so young the last time."

@wintershieldedheart sent: ❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞ ( jason )

"No." The reply came so quickly that the truth was easy to distinguish. Jason didn't like the attention she was giving the guy. "Why would I be jealous of that idiot?" So he had gotten Margot to laugh a few times, but surely that was just because of how stupid he sounded.

wintershieldedheart​:

☆         hearing the knock on her open bedroom door, Margot’s head shot up. ‘ oh, hey, did my Dad let you in? ‘ she asked, though looking at the time, she was pretty sure he was already at the station. Margot was surrounded by books and journals, clearly immersed in the research she had laid out in front of her. As she caught sight of the time, she realized that she’d pulled an all nighter in her efforts to solve their newest mystery. Looking at him carefully, Margot’s eyebrows knitted together in concern, ‘ you’re here about the symbols, yeah? ‘ she asked. 

it was only recently that Margot realized that her Dad’s side had roots to Beacon Hills. While her Ada and the Barnes pack was firmly rooted in New York, her Dad’s side told a different story. The Rogers might have a long standing history as hunters, but her Grandmother, Sarah Rogers nee Doyle, was rumored to come from a line of witches. Reading through the journals, Margot’s family history told a dark and winding story of marriages made out of survival and alliances. ‘ look at this picture, Stiles ‘ she murmured, handing him the picture of her grandmother with her Dad, ‘ look at the symbol on the ring she’s wearing. ‘ 

pushing her hair back, Margot tossed the journal off her lap chewed the inside of her lip, ‘ it can’t be a coincidence. I asked my Dad, if he knew anything, but he just directed me to all the old journals in the attic. it’s - there has to be a connection, the symbol is too distinct, but I don’t know what the connection is yet, ‘ she admitted. Sat on the floor, back against her bed, she closed her eyes tiredly as she let out a sigh. @wintershieldedheart​

              ˜”*°•.            Questions . There  were  thousands of  questions  spinning inside  his  head . Questions  outnumbering  the answers  -  wasn’t it  always  this way ,  though   ?  Problems  a thousand  while  the  solutions ?  Barely  existent . Symbols .  Bodies .  What was  the  connection ?  Maybe  a message  ?  A signature  ?  Serial killers  loved  leaving something  behind ,  after all -  but  this was  Beacon  Hills , serial  killers  didn’t just  go  around and  killed .  No , there  was  always something  more  to this   -  sacrifices, supernatural   rituals  ,dark spirits .  Marker  was fiddled  with .  Eyes inspecting the  board  in a  vain  attempt to  understand .  Mind  seeking  sleep but  he  knew that  he  wouldn’t be  able  to do  it.  That the  moment  he lied  on  the bed,  there’d  be  a hurricane  of  ideas hitting  him  right at  once . And so ,  he did  the  only thing  that  was likely  to  help ; paid  Margot  a visit.

❝ Yeah  - I  kind  of have  a  key actually . ❞  There  was a  casual  shrug accompanying  words  of  a  similarly  casual air  -  he had  keys  for lots  of  places in  fact ,  probably places  that  he shouldn’t  have  access to ,  and  yet … it was  what  it  was .  Attention  was  diverted  to the  journals  and the  pictures  on her  bed  - he  wasn’t  the only  person   pulling an  all-nighter  as it  seemed .  And yet ,  judging  from Margot’s  current  expression , he  doubted  she’d made  much  more progress  than  him .  ❝ I  couldn’t  find  anything  about the  symbols . ❞  No  internet search  had  come fruitful,  no  book, no  nothing .  And the  crimes  ?  They only  made  the mystery  bigger ,  puzzling .

Taking  the picture  in  his hand ,  a  closer look  was  taken . ❝ It’s  the  same symbol . ❞  He  agreed .  And  yet ,  the picture  was  old -  the  ring even  older .    ❝ Could it’ve been ,  I  don’t  know, some  kind  of secret  group ?  Maybe there  are  still members  alive  or  someone’s  trying to  use  them as  a  distraction ? ❞  Perhaps  someone had  known  about their  existence ,  or they  were  trying to  spoil  their name .  Or  maybe it  was  nothing ,  maybe  it  was two  symbols  just looking  very  similar . Maybe .  But  they had  way  too many  maybes .

@wintershieldedheart​ said:

“It’s snowing on Christmas!”

Steve smiled at his daughter’s excited reaction to the idea of snow on Christmas. It wasn’t all that unexpected in New York, considering their usual weather conditions around this time of year, but they certainly were having what that classic song referred to as a ‘white Christmas.’ Snow all over the streets, a white sheet covering the unmoving cars and water on the tops of cars that were moving by and heated up, having melted some of the snow.

Of course, it wasn’t like the two of them were going very far today. They had a Christmas gathering of their own to be at, but that was still around New York too, though outside of the city. “I can’t remember the last time I was that excited about seeing snowfall on the 25th, but I guess you have plenty enough excitement for both of us.” He placed one arm over Margo’s shoulder, pulling her to his side for a hug. “Do you want to watch a little longer, or get ready to go? You had FRIDAY secure away all your gifts for everyone else last time we were over there, right?”