Posts by liamniamniall

~The Creature Hub~ wrote:

I can play Thor's children. It will be a girl and a boy, but the way.

~~OOC: Yeah That be awesome, I'll be back on later to replay to wild&proud

"Hey," Dilan whispered. I nodded in acknowledgement. I didn't want things to be awkward, but I didn't want to get off the ball. So far I had stayed focused long enough to make it to the our stop. Dilan's family got off first, my father and I following close behind. Everyone else had already arrived and dispersed into groups. I wanted to stay with my father, but he shoed me off, saying he had some private matters to discuss. I nodded and followed after Dilan and Jade, joining the group of kids.

~~Sorry, I know it's short. I wanted to get some more of the relations between the kids.

~The Creature Hub~ wrote:

So how should I start?

~~OOC: just jump in with a picture for each character and then a heading under it with their name and then just jump into the rp where we leave off :) oh and can you guys please rp in first person, it's a lot easier for me to read.

I went and sat by the others. I plopped down close to Dilan, considering it was the only open spot. I left some space between us though. I kept my head low. My mind raced deep in concentration. I had to stay focus. Something was up, and I needed to know what. My gaze was low, but focus on the adults even though I had my eyes aimed in front of me at the conversation that I was meant to be taking part in.

I focused my hearing on my father's voice. His, along with Mr. Stark's, was the easiest to pick up due to how strongly they spoke. Unfortunately all I could hear were the varying pitches and tones used as words that were delicately strung became murmurs and mumbles as they reached my ears.

"Whatcha doing?" a light voice ask, with a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to look at Stefan's little sister. She looked at me with questioning eyes.

"Uh, nothing," I said, trying to keep her occupied while I focused harder, directing my ears towards the mass of alphas.

"Sure doesn't look like it," she said with a toothy grin. I looked at her annoyed that she wouldn't let up.

"Don't you have an older brother to pester?" I asked, coming out harsher than I intended. "Sorry," I counter back when I saw her shrink a little. "I'm just trying to stay focused. Something important is happening today." I sighed.

"Really, what?" she asked, a little too excitedly.

"I don't know, that's what I'm trying to find out." I let out another sigh. "So where's your brother?"

"Over there, being a nuisance as always." I nodded in agreement when I saw him with his feet up on the coffee table. Something I'm sure wasn't very appreciated by his father. I rested my elbows on my knees before resting my chin in the palms of my hands. At least I had a little bit of time to think before the meeting started.

~~Hey I just wanted to let you know that i'm dropping out of this thread, it's way to fast paced for me and I have no time to catch up sorry

I settled into my chair while I looked out the window. Trees whizzed by until the car began to slow. I grasped the handle of the door as the car came to a halt, tugging until I heard the click and the door opened. "Fresh air," I sighed. My legs were swung out of the car and heading for my bags before I could even think.

~~OOC: wow its been a while since anyone posted

~~No one has posted in a while just wanted to see whats goin on

~~lol

~~ok then...

Dilan's remark stung like a bee sting. It wasn't like I was trying to be mean and not engage in conversation with him. I was under orders. I needed to be focused. Ready for anything. I turned my head away from him. If that's how he was going to be then I really didn't want to talk to him right now.

I looked up to see my father. He was still talking with the other avengers but he was now slightly turned towards me, an eyebrow raised in my direction. I slightly shrugged and he gave me a small, curt nod. I sighed. This was going to be a long, long[i] day. Especially if the information was as big as I think it is. Which is big. Like super big. Like super big as in as super as Thor's powers are.

[i]~~Sorry this is short right now, I need to go to bed but i'm going to finish writing in the morning

~~Sorry it took me so long to write, I've been pretty busy with school and I just came down with a cold. Anyway when I wrote this I was listening to this song

so when you see (***) thats probably a good time to listen to it. I kind of felt like I was watching a movie when I imagined it in my head. Sorry again.

"Conference room. Now." Director Fury announced.

Where did Director Fury come from? I hung back a little with my father, allowing the surge of moving bodies settle down a bit before entering the rectangular room. I tired not to let my confusion show due to my father, who kept giving me concerned looks. A beige file was placed in front of each seat, each boar the same lettering on the front.

Property of S.H.I.E.L.D

TOP SECRET.

Why was everyone given a folder? Was this an assignment, or just an informative briefing. Or was it both? I couldn't wrap my head around it until Director Fury began to speak. (***)

"I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here. Well today you'll be getting some answers." he began. "In front of you is a file containing your assignments."

In that moment a frightening silence fell over the room. I looked to Dilan, fear and confusion following through my veins. I fought to keep my cool, to look as if the director's words hadn't fazed me, but I knew that no matter how hard I tried at least a little bit showed. I knew my father's face would be the same. I couldn't bare to look at him. I couldn't bare to look at my father, because I knew, I knew that he was fighting too. To keep all the emotion in.

"Read over them tonight. Tomorrow you will start your training." With that Director Fury left. An eerie silence was only filled with the sound of rain hitting the window sill. No one moved. No one spoke. No one did anything for several minutes. Until all at once everyone got up. Finally we looked at our parents, and our parents looked at us. My father's eyes brimming with sadness. Tears filled my eyes, finally spilling out.

I flung my arms around my fathers neck, welcoming his embrace. I needed his touch, to hear him tell me it was going to be okay. Everyone in the room knew what this meant. We all knew that we were being thrown into battle. The adults feared the loss of their children, the children fearing they might never see their parents again. I was aware that everyone was hugging their family tightly now. Tears spilling out their eyes. We all were fully aware that our opponent was invisible to us still. We were clueless to what was happening, yet completely knowing.

"It's going to be okay, right?" I said in a hushed voice to my father, still in his embrace.

"It's going to be okay. Nothings going to happen to you." he replied, his tone suggesting he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince me. I nodded. I knew how hard this was for him. His son was fighting in a war far off, where he couldn't do anything to protect his son. Now he was going to be fighting along side his daughter, where he could quite possibly watch his child fall to her demise or the other way around. I wasn't sure which was worse. Both, utterly painful.

When the room cleared there was no gathering of people in the Stark's living room. Everyone went on their way. Not even a hushed whisper could be heard. When we finally got home, my mother was staring out the window. She didn't bother to look at us. My father went out to the garage. The rhythmic beating of the punching bag could be heard from the roof, where I sat. The rain seemed to harmonize with my feelings. The sounds of my father releasing his emotion into every punching bag that fell. The image of my mother, no doubt tears streaming down her face. The down pour on my back.

It all felt so surreal. I wanted to crash through these walls, jump off the roof, fly away. I don't really know. I imagined myself doing these things. The most frequent one I imagined was getting off the roof, drying off, and going to joining my father. Stopping the punching bags from flying after hours of going at it and just letting myself fall into my fathers arms.

And that's what I did. I scrambled back through my bedroom window, dried myself off, and marched into the garage. My father stopped for a second when I joined him, standing beside him. Throwing punches at a bag full of sand. After a while I held the bag, stopping the punches from flying. Facing him. He stood there, I stood there, breathing heavily. For quite some time the only sounds were the hum of silence and rain and breathing.

Soon he grabbed me, holding me close to his chest. My arms warped around his torso. His arms, one on the small of my back the other on my head, kept me in his presence. "Nothing's going to happen to you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." I nodded soft sobs coming out in ragged breaths. We stayed like that for the longest time.

~~Hey I just wanted to say this story is up to almost 1000 reads on wattpad (I hope it's alright that I posted it there, I thought it was kind of cool and people seem to enjoy the story) I honestly love writing with y'all. Idk if you wanna read it all put together but here's the link - its not as up to date as the story truly is b/c i post every friday but anway- http://www.wattpad.com/story/1…tain-america%27s-daughter

okay cool, wanna PM me to discuss plots?