socketeer: (Default)
⚔ ([personal profile] socketeer) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-06-30 04:05 pm

the picture prompt meme

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

Link to an image:

Embed image in your reply:

Image width and height:

oldgloryblue: (The Salute)

[personal profile] oldgloryblue 2016-07-02 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Preference on how bad this is going to be? And who gets injured? How much of a monster shall I be with this prompt]
spideyguy: (Default)

[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-07-02 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Whatever you're feeling! Either or both, even, whatever catches your fancy~ (: I am always down to whump]
oldgloryblue: (Injuries)

Hope this is okay! (Also figured Cap would be the injured one)

[personal profile] oldgloryblue 2016-07-03 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[None of this was supposed to happen. The fight wasn't supposed to get like this. Brutal. Invested. Tony was full of vitriol and salt, and they disagreed on a lot of things, but truthfully he didn't expect he'd manage to take a blow that took him down. But the friendly fire wasn't anything he couldn't take. Or so he thought. Originally. Beaten and bruised as he was, it took a well-aimed piece of fodder, an explosion, and some metal to make him finally end up on the losing end. There should be some irony in that, in all honesty.

He's gasping, hand over his stomach, blood welling up under his fingers. It's not good. Never was good to begin with, but he's feeling dizzy, maybe more than he liked. He doesn't know the extent of his injuries, but somehow he crawls up, manages to slide off to a hiding spot. For the moment, back on the wall. There might be a trail of blood leading to where he'd ended up, but re-grouping was in his best interests. He figured he'd be able to walk it off, but this was maybe more serious than he wanted to admit.]
spideyguy: (16)

Looks great! ^_^

[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-07-03 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter expected the giant Ant-dude to be the end of the fight. Everyone else was pretty much winding down, that is, and Peter even let Tony shout him down from getting back up. It'd be fine. They could do it without him.

Ten minutes was all it took for Peter's concussion to recede back into just a bad migraine - perks of having a healing factor. He's achy, but otherwise sound, and got up to go find the rest of the heroes. Most of them were congregated on the tarmac; the Captain's allies were restrained. He was midway through offering to web them when the words died in his throat.

He could hear the explosion, the wrenching of metal, and it sent him sprinting towards the airport, even as his team called out to him. They couldn't chase after him without releasing their captives, which was fine by Peter. Somebody was hurt, badly so; he could feel the knowledge crawling on his skin, his spidey sense settling a heavy weight in his stomach.

Tony was buried under a mound of rubble, but his arm was moving, trying to dig out. He'd be fine. The trail of blood, however, led away, and Peter followed it, crawling on the ceiling. There was so much of it, too.]

Holy shit. [Steve was, at best, a gruesome sight. Peter dropped down next to him, light on his feet, and knelt in the rapidly-growing pool of blood.] Holy shit, Cap - !