jameshammer:

Chatzyvenger ships: Volt/Chemibomb/Trojan

There is a reason Bruce Banner calls Shanta his “Little ball of light.” She had natural charm, and a kind heart; and she brightened up any dark spot with a joke and a smile. Jackson Price and James Hammer both knew it. Jackson had the benefit of many years of being her best friend. James had the benefit of being a challenge and mystery to her.

With both of them vying for her attention, it’s bound to get brutal. Volt versus Trojan means a hell of a lot more than fighting for her affection now. They seem to be fighting for her safety. But…which one of them is the threat?

the-chatzyvengers:

i’ve seen the world, done it all

//SINCE WHEN ARE SHANTA/JACK FEELS OKAY

OUCH?!

astarkrogers:

Ashtyn let out a small laugh. “Make sure dad doesn’t drown in coffee- I’ll add it to my to do list.” She smiled. “Well, you’re not leaving just yet are you? I haven’t had a chance to hang out with you in like, forever!”

“Nah, I have—what, a few hours to kill, so you’re stuck with me”

“Besides, um…Robbie sent a few messages about ‘Vanko’. Said you’d need help tracking,” Shanta asked, tilting her head to one side. “Why’re you guys tracking the dude?”

“Mornin’ stranger, watch out for the ferret. He bites.”

“What can I do for ya?”

My name is Skaar. I’m the son of the Hulk and Caiera the Oldstrong. Once killer of killers, I now…

sonofhulk:

You named a what now ‘Wigwig’? What IS a ferret. Why does he need a firm hand? Is he big? Is he like one of those lions? Why do you have such a large difficult animal in a lab?

-Snorts- As if that’d be all that hard. I can handle any challenge, Shanta. 

I… James shall not enter the lab, you have my word. And your ferocious animal will not leave. You can trust me. -nods and then tentatively puts a hand out, trying to be affectionate but ends up just pressing his hand against her stomach and leaving it there.- You can trust me. -Pat pat-

[Doing her very best not to burst out laughing at him] Thank you. I owe you. Expect many milkshakes in return for this. [Pats his stomach back, and holds the lab door open] C’mon, I’ll introduce you to Wigwig. A ferret, is a smaller land mammal. You’ll see. He got his name because— well. He may or may not have chewed someone’s hair off. Nobody else would take him, he’s so aggressive. [Points to ferret cage, which is now empty]

Oh for the love of— WIGWIG, WHERE ARE YOU?

sonofhulk:

Alright. -He looked back at her- What is it?

Ferret. I have a ferret in the lab. His name is Wigwig, and he’s a bit of a firecracker. Needs a firm hand when it comes to feeding time and such. [Eyes him up] Think you’d be up to the challenge of taking care of him til I get back? I don’t quite trust James to not over feed him, or catch him if he escapes. I don’t really trust anyone else to so much as go near him. He bites, y’see.

sonofhulk replied to your post: -mumbles- Im adding to your list of problems. Other people know you better anyway. I dont know what Im doing here. -hes trying to drag all his weapons from his room but realises that he might have to turn into his Hulk form to carry them.- Im sorry.

-Skaar can feel his eyes fill with water and he blinks it away hurriedly, before turning his face and brushing it off.- Fine, Shanta. I wont leave. -But his voice isnt as gruff as he wants it to be. Its sorta broken.- When you return we shall talk

[Puts hands on her hips, watching him calmly] Can you do me one small favor until I get back, then? Pretty please with pancakes on top? 

Adding to my list of—

[muttering] James Hammer, you’re being glued to a lawnmower.

[Loudly, so he can hear] Alright, alright. Stop right there. Don’t you even dare think of hulking out, Skaar. We need to have a talk before I head out for Montreal for the week.

James is a pest. I have told you this many, many times. But don’t you ever—and I mean ever for a second think you are on my ‘list of problems’. Understood? You’re not. You never have been, and you never will be. You’re a pest, too, but that has never been a ‘problem’. Brothers are supposed to be that way, Hammer has no excuse.

And, I dunno about you—but the fact that you don’t know me all that well yet sounds more like an opportunity than a bad thing. Get to know me. Tell me everything about you. I promised to teach you little bits of science, remember? Biochemistry—and all that? I will. As soon as I get back, I will. Wait for me and I will show you why you should stay here. If you still want to leave by the end of it?

…Hah, yeah, no. You’re not getting away from me so easy, bean. Nope.