Not much. And more than I can count. I'm tempted to read these out to you at this point. It's getting beyond my area of expertise. If we're being honest? I'm a little spooked.
The obvious answer is take it out if that's even possible at this point, but she pointed out that's the only reason we likely weren't lost in the Void and that tracks since she also claims to be connected to it. Having her with us is likely keeping us alive when she sends us off places. Might even be true here for all we know.
There's also the problem of what that means exactly; to have a part of someone existing in you. I have my beliefs, but we need someone who really understands magic and what people are made of. None of this will matter if we destroy ourselves trying to get away from this.
Yeah but I've met a few people who know about this stuff. We're going to do it and hopefully they don't get dragged into this too. Even if it would be kind of helpful rn.
A prettier cage is still a cage. I'll be back in the room soon. Conversation is pretty much done and honestly? Kind of nervous about what I've got out of this.
[There's no big preamble or small talk. Steve shows up ten minutes later, looking rightfully stressed by the conversation. He takes a seat on his and simply offers his wrist. He wish he could take it off, but go figure that will keep it from working. God he hates this place sometimes.] Read and tell me what you think.
[He's worried he didn't ask or do enough as always.]
[ he leans in and takes steve's wrist, seeming to have exactly 0 qualms about effectively holding his hand for the time it takes him to read back the conversation. ]
I think... we're fucked. [ but that's not productive, is it? he groans when he gets to astoria's last message and shoves the other man's arm away so he can lean over his knees and pinch the bridge of his nose. it doesn't really help, but nothing does these days. ] She really is playing with our lives 'cause she's too arrogant to think she can lose.
[ maybe once upon a time, steve thought the same about tony. he hopes he doesn't anymore, but the thunder suddenly crashing overhead is clue enough that all he's thinking about is murdering astoria violently rn. ]
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[ how does tony know about steve's eidetic memory? well... ]
Wait does that work here?
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Nevermind. What about the witch? Can we drop a house on her yet?
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I'll just tell it like I saw it: we're carrying a piece of her inside of us. I don't think we're getting out of this easily.
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[ even if it's possible... yeah. yikes ]
Do you have a play?
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There's also the problem of what that means exactly; to have a part of someone existing in you. I have my beliefs, but we need someone who really understands magic and what people are made of. None of this will matter if we destroy ourselves trying to get away from this.
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If she put her horcrux or w/e inside all of us that means she can take it out. We need leverage.
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Yeah I'm channeling her hard for this one. It's out of my wheelhouse and yours.
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I do agree with that. Thor and Natasha are the people we need for this job.
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Yeah but I've met a few people who know about this stuff. We're going to do it and hopefully they don't get dragged into this too. Even if it would be kind of helpful rn.
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Good. I don't want them involved, especially Nat. She's still figuring stuff out.
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Sometimes I'm a real idiot. Sorry.
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[He's worried he didn't ask or do enough as always.]
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I think... we're fucked. [ but that's not productive, is it? he groans when he gets to astoria's last message and shoves the other man's arm away so he can lean over his knees and pinch the bridge of his nose. it doesn't really help, but nothing does these days. ] She really is playing with our lives 'cause she's too arrogant to think she can lose.
[ maybe once upon a time, steve thought the same about tony. he hopes he doesn't anymore, but the thunder suddenly crashing overhead is clue enough that all he's thinking about is murdering astoria violently rn. ]
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