"I do not want a perfect service. I want a personable service with conversation, staff included. It would be no different to me if they are fearful servants of your power."

"I used many connections... Many who are off grid.

I am impressed you were still able to trace my travel."

He threw his coat on one of the bots' head, as he had no love for the automatons, given his history.

"I would prefer the two of us... Or service outside the metal.

If you wouldn't mind."

Of course, this man knew that yellow bastard. The golden speedster escaped his powerful anti-hero adhesive via phasing.
He lowered his gun slightly.

"I did. It is how I learned to neutralize you.

If you were at full capacity, you would have overpowered me and nearly ripped out my heart as he did."

He picked Barry up by the collar and threw him up against the wall.

"And when your affiliates decide to destroy the next city as collateral, what do the citizens of the world want, or will you make it for them?!

The world would be driven bare of its people if Gods like you lived as you wanted."

"I have an associate who studies odd things... Like the force that powers your abilities."

He lowered his weapon, and bent down on his knees.

"Was it enough for my family when gods tore through my home, lifted it into the sky and destroyed it in the air?

Is it enough to ignore such a sin?"

He began planning his underground methods as he grabbed his attire and a weapon.

As long as it was more beneficial to his cause, the profit was not really of interest to him.

He looked over the invitation, and the drone that sent it.

"Tell your puppeteer I will meet using my own methods, but to expect me on the morrow."

"You don't seem to understand the situation...

It doesn't matter to me how the public perceives you.

Your very existence is a escalation point to disaster.

It will happen whether you intend it or not."

He pulled down his purple mask and took a pistol out.

"This is not personal. It's necessary."

He grabbed his wrist and twisted his wrist to get the baton back.

“You are the conduit to a more dangerous world.”

He took a handkerchief and wiped his blood off the baton.

“That opportunity must be cut at the root.”

He holds a baton to his chin.

"I do not enjoy removing you from this planet.

But your presence represents a threat to the very fabric of civilization."

♡ for Venom's opinion on your muse.
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○○○○○ —interest
○○○○○ —friendship
○○○○○ —physical attraction
○○○○○ —annoyance
○○○○○ —trust
○○○○○ — fear ᅠ

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"I would work with, not /for/ you, until our agendas are unaligned.

I seek to dethrone your adversaries first, the cosmic anomalies...."

"I will not interfere with your business...

Nor, do I confess, am I at any means to do so. Even with my current networks and wealth, they are nothing to a grand sorcerer and grand intelligence of such a tyrant.

With that confession said, I do not currently find you worth pursuing... Yet."

"My unfinished mission.

What brings you out of your dreary rook?"

"Then my misinformation is being properly spread."

"And they judge me for /my/ hubris..."

He will disappear into his vices today, but rest assure he no longer cares for these trivial commercial holidays.

Revenge.

He sighed.

“Another lost day of love stolen from me and celebrated by the same so-called heroes.

Yet they call me heartless.”

He took a sword from a long box with his family crest on it.
He pulled the sword from its sheath and checked the blade's sharpness, nodding as it drew blood.

"Worry more of my intended actions, than plans. What actions I intend to take will be more decidedly than any my machinations would entail."

"Not heroes..."
He walked around Thawne, unphased, surveying the strength of his newly created adhesive, clearly strong enough to stop even someone as fast and smart as this man.

"Enhanced individuals. Not all heroes are enhanced, and... As you probably know, not all enhanced are heroes."

...He would NEVER break anyone's trust.

He made note to pay an unannounced visit to @whitewidowbelova.bsky.social on his itinerary.

Not hard as used to be, now that this “New Avenger” had the spotlight on her.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 “𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮.” 𝘈 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺."

||: And Zemo would NEVER exploit this rule.