[After his abduction several weeks ago, there is still no sign of Isaac. There is no word of him anywhere.]
I used to be a lot of things. A student at Xavier's. A SHIELD asset. A teacher in training. I used to be Isaac Lorand. But now?
Now I'm not so sure what I am. But I know I'm not what I used to be.
((Please read the bio and the verses pages. MARVEL OC, member of the Assvengers-rpgroup, more than happy to RP with others, though!))
(THEY CAN BE FRANDS!!! Once Isaac gets… his life together. They can relate???Maybe???
((HE BETTER GET HIS SHIT STRAIGHT :p and he gots some splaining to dooo
poor maria D:
but yes posssibblyyyyy
I WANT THE M TO bE FRANDS))
((Maybe bc Isaac’s whole Hydra thing and Loki’s whole Thanos/Whoever-it-was-pre-avengers-who-hurt-him… and finding out u rnt who u thought u were??? idK???
"That’s exactly what I mean," Isaac said, a crooked smile on his lips as he set the game controller aside, stood up, and rushed at Gwen. Laughing, he lunged, shoulder to her gut, and hoisted her up over his shoulder as he straightened.
She debated hitting the eject button and jet-packing it out of there, but somehow she just knew he’d catch her and crush her anyway. She might even, for a brief moment, have considered that perhaps she deserved it.
She had kept his past from him, even if she’d agreed with the recommendation to do so and had been under orders. He’d had to find out in the worst way possible. Also, she’s failed to find him when HYDRA took him back. She’d tried, and maybe gotten close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
She was out of both those and luck.
"I have backup coming, Lorand." She just wasn’t sure if they’d get there in time or peg to the sudden elevation of her car… "People who could put you down, even as strong as you are. Just give it up and come in. We can help you…"
"Good luck with that one. They’re called villains for a reason.”
"Man, this whole vigilante thing… It’s hard to establish yourself, y’know?"
Isaac hopped out of the truck, closing the door with a thud behind him. He hoisted his bag up higher on his shoulder before stepping up onto the curb, eyeing the cute house before him.
Aunt May’s. Well, not his Aunt May, but she had insisted he call her that, the few times he’d spent time at her place. Now that he was rooming with Peter in their own flat in the city, Peter wanted Isaac to visit his home with him some, and when he did, May had treated him kindly. It was a sort of kindness he hadn’t known in a long time. Motherly, almost.
It was that sort of kindness that had prompted Aunt May to let Isaac spend Thanksgiving at her place. Normally, he would have spent the holiday alone or, now, with Peter. However, something was different this year. Peter was with Gwen’s family. Isaac was resigned to spending the day alone and ordering a pizza, but it seemed May would have none of that.
After climbing up onto the little porch, Isaac rang the doorbell and stepped back.
rp partner: i suppose our muses could be happy for once
me: we kill them
"You care about me!"
"You wouldn’t do that!"