age of the apocalypse

countdown - quicksilver

lil an - i would have added a gif but as there are two, i’ll let you pick. for the sake of this imagine, i will be using ‘peter’ instead of pietro =)


warnings - angst, implied death, mentions of blood, illness


au - everyone has a countdown on their wrist, but everyone’s countdown means different things, so what could be somebody’s lifetime, could be another person’s countdown to their first hamburger without lettuce.


when you first met peter, there weren’t exactly fireworks, there was, however, a bloody nose and a horrible excuse of a pick up line.


you had been walking towards a door, minding your own business, when something came running through, slamming the door against your face, pushing you to the floor.


with a groan, you had sat up, feeling the blood gush  from your nose, and within a millisecond, you had tissues shoved at your face.


o-oh my god, i’m really sorry,-


when you looked up to see who had run in so fast, all words were lost in his throat.


he couldn’t believe his luck.


actually, he could, he had unlucky occurrences happen to him all the time.


but still! of course, he’d slam into someone hot.


and, of course, the first thing he said was “hey, is your blood type b positive? because i’m positive i want to see you again,”


and that was when his countdown stopped.

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when peter asked you to be his, it wasn’t smooth, but smooth isn’t the word to describe peter.


it was awkward, and he was embarrassed as he held a box of chicken nuggets, almost shoving them at you.


“uh, hey, y/n.”


you had looked at him with a smile, nodding him to go on.


“yeah?”


he stood momentarily still, waiting for an answer to a question he hadn’t asked yet.


“o-oh right, here.” he said, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from the back of his jeans and placing it in your hands, ignoring your comment about where it came from, to your surprise.


“you alright?” you had laughed as he blushed, nodding, ushering you to open it.


you unfolded the paper and opened your mouth to read it aloud, to which peter almost toppled over you to take it back.


“use your words, p. i won’t bite,” you winked, but nonetheless, read the letter silently.


‘i have these chicken n_ggets, now all i need is u’ was scribbled down in messy writing.


you had grinned and rolled your eyes at him, but opened your arms to hug him.


“i was always yours, p.”

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when you married him, boy, that was a thing he’d never forget.


he can remember your soft hands interlacing with his at the alter, as you said your vows to him, grinning like a cheshire cat.


he can remember your soft lips on his for the first time as a married couple, fearing that if his heart went any faster, he’d surely die,


the sound of your friends and family cheering in the background pulled him back from the cloud he was on with you, and when he opened his eyes, he was glad to see your smile matched his.


and as you two danced, to some song forgotten in time, he had pulled you towards him in a tight embrace, as if he could protect you from the world.


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but as we all know, he can’t.


so here he was, hand wrapped in yours at the side of your bed.


he looked at the countdown on your frail wrist and frowned, now knowing what yours was counting down to.


you two had always hoped it would be the day you to would become parents, but that had happened three days ago, and it left you in a bad way, making him realise it could only mean one thing.


as he looked up at your face, finding your eyes already looking down at him with tears.


“it’s alright, p. i’ll be fine. we’ll be fine,” you whispered, bringing his hand towards your cold lips and placing a delicate kiss on his knuckle.


peter released a sob, turning his face to his lap.


he knew what was happening.


he knew he couldn’t stop it.


and now, as your countdown read 00:01:27 he, for once in his life, wanted everything to slow down.

Best of Quicksilver (gifs)

Avengers and X-men films:

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I gathered all those best images of Polaris around tumblr and made a grid. Credit goes to those who posted them. I gathered 3 images from @dechra and the rest of them are from @genoshan (all manipulated by him also). I want to thanks them for giving me this opportunity of enjoyment (next grid will be Medusa).

We have Polaris from (with no word bubble)

  • Magneto
  • Secret Wars: House of M
  • X-Men: Genosha (Eve of Destruction)
  • Age of Apocalypse (BOEM)
  • Starjammers
  • Wedding day
  • House of M (2005)
  • Civil War: House of M
  • Exiles

Please Enjoy!

Wanda: No… no… one thing more. My father’s burden is great…. He needs to be loved… He needs a friend. Please… for me… Be a friend to him.

Rogue: Ah’ll be there for him, Wanda, but so will you. You’re goin’ to be fine –

Wanda: No, Rogue… I’m tired. So tired.

X-Men Chronicles #1 by Howard Mackie & Terry Dodson

I’m in a 90′s kind of mood, so here is Wanda’s death in the Age of Apocalypse universe.