it’s his son he is speaking to.

yup. he may want to flee, if he wishes to avoid arrest.

it wouldn’t be the first time S.H.I.E.L.D. put him in a cell.

if edward gets his hands on him, he’s in deep water.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ eying @LYRASPUT1N—— or, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, the 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 on her shoulder. with comically wide expression, he asks,〝is that what i think it is?〞 ⠀⠀

⠀ what the hell is the ‘bdsm test’? ⠀

⠀ i’ll google it. ⠀

𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 was not a good decision—— how damaging is b͟l͟e͟a͟c͟h to the human eye? it might be worth it, just to burn the words 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 out of his memory.

⠀ oh god, auntie. ⠀

〝my friends have been saying i don’t get out enough,〞comes sheepish confession. 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨, mostly—— 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗺 doesn’t bode well for the aforementioned. his shoulders twitch into a shrug.

〝𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, actually,〞he hadn’t been aware they even 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 before now. there’s wonder in his gaze, locked upon the creature.〝does it breathe fire?〞

⠀ you might not be familiar with the concept, but family tend to protect one another. ⠀

⠀ making an example out of 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. the clock strikes three in the morning —— he’s found himself at the gym, shirtless form sheen with sweat and fists meeting punching bag * 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

pokes back.

pokes harder.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⇢ like if interested ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ in becoming mains. this entails: prioritized replies, random tags, deeper development, etc.

a busy man. he spends most of his time working with 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺, and what remains is lost to * 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦. instead of voicing this, he chuckles,〝they’re probably right.〞

〝𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙨,〞raising hands open — palmed in the universal symbol of 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿, grin cheeky.

the internet, mr. wayne. it’s traumatized him.