English Isn’t Yeliza’s First Language, So When She Insults People, It’s Strangely Creative. Instead

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THE AIR IS THICK FROM THE HEAT AND FUEL; Eliza moved through the crowded market with purpose, boots barely making a sound on the dust covered street. Her target was close — she could feel the shift in the air.

Then came the unmistakable sound of a familiar voice, loud and irritating, cutting through the noise of the market. Eliza turned, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Quill. Perhaps losing a haggle with a vendor or bothering some poor soul with his star. lord stories the thought caused her to lose sight of her target. Lips pressed into a thin line as she pocketed her weapon once more. Features harden. Exhaling sharply, annoyance creeping into her tone. ❛ Quill. What the hell are you doing here ?? ❜

i  have  a  new  plan    ;    ᵀᴼ ᴳᴼ ᴹᴬᴰ.            ⸻        original  character  written  by  dottie.

private,  indie,  selective,  E L I Z A V E T A O S B O R N, M A Y H E M  “ the  reason  i  tell  that  story  is  that  history  mustn’t  forget  that  i’m  the  bad  guy”  of  marvel  comics  earth  982  &&  616.  heavily  headcanon  based  with  some  mcu  influences.  W E B B E D  B Y  Y A M ,   mid-20s ,  she/they.   A  S T U D Y  O N:   loss  of  innocent  ,  ptsd  &&  the  darkness  within

hello everyone !! it's been so nice to be welcomed back so. warmly. While I work on updating Eliza's blog here are just some key points for now:

Origins & Backstory

Created in Soviet labs underground Russia during the 1980s as part of a KGB experiment.

Infused with a symbiote organism, she is a symbiote-hybrid.

Originally trained and used as a spy and assassin for the Soviet Union.

Accidentally triggered a symbiote apocalypse during her teenage years, leading to the collapse of her original world.

During the apocalypse, she fell in love with her worlds Bucky Barnes, and the two had a daughter together.

Bucky and their daughter eventually died during a raid.

Over 90 years of survival, she engineered a dimension-hopping device to escape her ruined reality.

Abilities:

Shapeshifting thanks to her symbiote Eliza can alter appearance, form weapons, mimic others.

Bulletproof and stab-proof — her symbiote forms a protective armour layer.

Skilled marksmanship - prefers to use guns over her symbiote

Possesses enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance.

Can regenerate from injuries at an accelerated rate.

Does not age like a normal human, giving her near-immortality.

Current Mission

Uses her gadget to travel between universes, hunting down symbiote experiments the government has hidden.

Her goal is to eliminate threats before another apocalypse can begin in another reality.

Often works alone, operating in the shadows, sometimes collaborating when a mission demands it.

i need . . . undercover mission threads

yeliza: yeah ... sex is cool, but have you ever fucked the system ???

I often think about how the KGB controlled Eliza, and it wasn’t easy. She was dangerous even when she was young — incredibly smart && unpredictable if they didn’t keep her in check. So, they put an inhibitor in the base of her spine, hidden so deep you’d need surgery to even find it. If she ever tried to mess with it, it would hit her with electric shocks bad enough to drop her instantly.

And that still wasn’t enough for them. When they sent her out on missions, she wore a stealth suit — all tactical and black, with a mask akin to the winter soldier’s. But the real kicker was the earpiece within the mask. they built in a micro sonic cannon, and if she ever disobeyed, they could trigger it remotely and knock her out before she even knew what was happening.

but the thing is, she didn’t often need controlling. Eliza grew up inside four walls. She was trained to be loyal to Russia before she even knew what loyalty meant. These were more precautions a means to control the beast within.

LEANING BACK AGAINST THE KITCHEN COUNTER; elbows resting behind her. Posture relaxes but only a little. There was a time Eliza would joke about how they were cut from the same cloth - soviet made, coarse and unyeilding. Stitched into two different patterns. Eliza used to laugh at that. Now it just echoed.

Her voice, when it came, wasn’t defensive. It was deliberate. ❛ I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, doing something no one asked me to do. ❜ A beat . ❛ Sound familiar ?? ❜ Brow raised in her direction

The bottle caught a glint of light on the counter, untouched. She didn’t offer to pour. Didn’t ask why Natalia was really there — because they both knew that game was past its prime. She exhaled, slow. Deliberate. ❛ Last week … I was making sure someone’s kid didn’t end up in a grave meant for their father. ❜ Her eyes flicked up, sharp and unblinking. There was no performance in her tone, no effort to soften the truth.

❛ I’m not gonna insult you with a lie. You came for answers, so I won’t dance around it. I'll tell you what you want to hear but first, I want you to answer something for me. ❜ she pushes herself up from the counter and circles around to grab the bottle of wine, eyes glance to the label then back to the redhead ❛ I want the truth, and besides, you know I can hear your heart beating and if you lie ... i'll know ❜ A faint curl of bitterness tugging at her mouth. ❛ Do you really think I wanted to play boogie monster again ?? ❜

❛ and here i thought you LOVED my visits. i even brought a bottle with me this time around. ❜ rehearsed smile is met by rehearsed smile. this dance being all to familiar to natalia ; the smoke show. the faux smiles and forced courtesies. it was always more refreshing when the point was forced to the forefront over the litany of games that needed to be played.

❛ SEE. i know you're retired. but some people aren't too convinced still. like fury ... april. where were you last week ? and before you give me the scripted and rehearsed answer , i'm trying to help you. no one knows i came to you FIRST. ❜

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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a  beat  of  silence;  watching  him  dig  his  own  grave  deeper  and  deeper.  she  knows  the  truth.  he  knows  she  knows  the  truth.  they’ve  played  this  game  before  and  it  never  ends  well  for  james. 

Sharp inhale as she leans back into her seat “ are you going to tell me the truth or am I going to have to make you ?? ” an  eyebrow  quirks,   decidedly   amused   look.  even  then,  there  is  something  sharp  in  the  way  she   smiles.