"Ah...i.."

Winter didn’t answer, his shoulders shifted barely an inch, not quite a step forward, but not still either.

The metal of the muzzle glinted under the lights—silent, unmoving, oppressive.

There was no threat in his posture, but there was something curious behind that silence.

" ..."

"𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔, 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖘..."

⌞ 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝙳𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌. ⌝

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊-𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘

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"Maybe I'm nervous because if I screw up, the world might end!"

@outofthechair.bsky.social

Winter stared at the man in front of him, what did the file call him? Barnes? Winter didn’t remember what Colossus had said — if it mattered, he’d remember.

"..."

He just kept staring, something about the guy … Felt familiar. Like looking at a piece of himself.

@luna-snow.bsky.social
Stares.

#MarvelRoleplay #MarvelRP #LunaSnow #MultiverseRP

// I need to play more here cause I LOVE ULTIMATE SAGA

Deadpool’s katanas clashed with Winter's claws—
the impact echoed, brief but sharp, Winter didn't press and just stopped.

ᴱᵃˢʸ ⁿᵒʷ

His breathing slowed, a twitch in his eye, he stared at Wade, claws still out, but no longer aiming to kill, then, slowly, the claws slid back in with a quiet SNIKT.

😶

Winter didn’t answer, his eyes locked onto Wade's—
not a flicker of recognition, just cold intent.

He stepped forward, fast, too fast.

SNIKT

The claw aimed straight for Wade’s gut, no warning, no hesitation.

Winter looked at the guy in red.

Something about him... pissed him off, maybe he should just kill him, Colossus wouldn’t get mad... right?

Winter growled and SNIKT, claws out.

Looking at the red guy @canadianspandex.bsky.social

" . . . "

"In a world full of fish be a shark"
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// ARGH the ultimate series is so good!!
I need to post more stuff here
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Logan remained still, his stance unwavering.

His sharp eyes tracked the small human approaching, but no command had been given to strike, so, he remained docile.

His gaze shifted to Spider.

🍵❓

😶❓ . . .🍃❓

The mention of how he liked his meat—rare. It was right.

But how did she know? His fingers twitched, the phantom sensation of claws itching beneath his skin.

Still, he said nothing.

Just watched.

Waiting.

He didn’t step closer, but he didn’t move away either, the muzzle made his breath heavy, controlled, but there was no recognition in his gaze, only wariness.

Slowly, he tilted his head, just a fraction.

Studying.

Weighing.

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Logan’s nostrils flared as the scent of raw meat hit him.

His eyes flickered from the sizzling steak to the woman—She didn’t spark anything, nothing about her did.

He stayed still, watching her with that same predatory sharpnes

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