Xenomorph In ALIEN: ROMULUS Fede Alvarez, 2024

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A  MINUTE  QUIRK  OF  A  BROW ; though  a  smile  does  break,  uneven  as  her  gaze  watches Yelena   ❛  you want something ?? Just ask for it  ❜  Eliza  repeated,  leaning  against  the  kitchen  counter,  head  cocking to side ❛ you could've just knocked instead of breaking and entering into my place like this ❜

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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

“ DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF ” A rasp — dry and sharp. Something close to a smile ghosts along her mouth, but it doesn’t reach the eyes. Hasn’t in a while. Shoulders stiffen, back pressed into the wall behind her as if distance might soften the weight of everything said ( and unsaid ).

“ You always were better at cleaning things up. ” Tone isn't bitter, but there's a tired edge that frays each word like worn cloth. “ I just made sure the kid didn’t fucking die and somehow I am the villain in Fury's narrative. ”

Tension anchoring between shoulder blades. The kind that doesn't go away with retirement or therapy or whatever bullshit word they try to package normal with these days.

“ You think I wanted to get involved ?? ” A scoff, barely breath. “ I left them for a reason ” No names. No need. Not with Natalia. They both did — left that behind. The locked rooms. The orders barked in cold languages. The kind of freedom you only earn by bleeding for it. Something flickers across pallid features — something tight and momentary, she doesn’t look at nat, but the silence between them stretches long enough to say i know you remember it too.

“ but you see a man raise a gun at a kid and you tell me what you do.” A breath pushes out, sharp through her nose, hand twitching near the untouched glass at her side. “ Fury's going to come for me anyway. Doesn’t matter if you’re first through the door or the last. You and I both know how this plays out. ”

The hand finally moves — not to pour, not yet, but to slide the glass just slightly across the kitchen surface. A soft clink, delicate despite everything in her posture saying don’t push me.

“And you're stopping it ?? Means I owe you again. ” A beat. Then, quieter “ And I fucking hate owing you. ”

❛ sounds familiar. ❜ breathy snort flares nostrils though its lined with a tinge of amusement over annoyance. SHE'S NOT HERE TO JUDGE ; no. natalia romanovna is a lot of things , but a hypocrite isn't one of them. hence why she chose to show up first on her own accord before anyone else caught wind of the situation. head tilts off to one side , digits drumming along table surface as widow follows eliza's every move.

❛ and so you stepped in and intervened. ❜ less of a question and more reverberating the FACTS. ❛ kid's lucky you were around then. ❜ there's also that distinct lack of performance in her tone as natalia watches on. a sigh parting lips before she'd removed the sunglasses looming over the bridge of her nose. she means the words that fall from the tip of her tongue. that kid ? he was lucky.

❛ and you know that i hate it when you're listening to my heartbeat. ❜ head now tipping off in the opposite direction. ❛ ------- WELL. since you're listening to it. tell me , does it seem like i'm lying so far ? fury is going to want to rain hell down on you if ... no , WHEN he finds out. i , on the other hand , intend on stopping that before it happens , against his better judgement. ❜

the drumming comes to a halt as all tips of fingers press down against surface at the same time. this game ? this ACT they're forced to put up with for the sake of " diplomacy " ( its exhausting. draining even. ) ❛ NO. ❜ the initial response , single brow now rising up.

❛ no , i don't think you did. i think you were put in a situation where something needed to be done and no one else was willing to do it. that you were dealt a hand and you simply played the cards given to you. i think this entire situation could have been dealt with a lot cleaner than it was , but it was dealt with. and that's all that's important. .... still think i'm lying, or are you finally going to pour a glass ? ❜

A KISS TO THE TEMPLE, FAMILIAR AND GENTLE; practiced she doesn’t lean into it. Doesn’t soften. Just sits there — spine straight, eyes fixed on the page in front of her, slender fingers hover near the corner, unmoving. Not flipping the page. Not yet.

“ You cancelled without asking me. ” not an accusation — a notation. Voice flat. Cool. Observational. Like she’s logging the moment for later dissection. Like she’s been logging a lot of things lately.

Chin lifts slow as brow arches in that way that says she’s already caught the shift and she’s just waiting to see if he’s going to lie about it.

“ thought we didn’t change plans. Not unless there was a reason. ”

Her gaze drops — not to his face, but to his hands. Just his hands. The way they move over the desk — too smooth. Too deliberate. Like choreography, not habit. Silence stretches in the space between them. She lets it. Lets it breathe. Sees how he fills it.

“ you cooking for me, or keeping me inside ?? ” A thread pulled — light on the surface, but the weight is there. Tucked just beneath the delivery. Not a joke. Not really. Just testing the water for cracks in the reflection.

Her fingers drum once — just once — against the side of her leg. A quiet slip. The kind of tell she’d normally scold herself for. Sharp inhale, composure rethreaded, neat and sharp.

Then, softer than the rest, like it wasn’t meant to cut but it still might, “ ... you always move like that when you’re lying ”

smiles and footsteps alike are another part of the new batch of things to be choreographed around james's wife. he cranes his head down as he stands behind her chair , hand resting just at the crook of her neck as he presses a kiss to her temple. soft. from here he can sense the air of suspicion that has only grown stronger since he'd returned from the inner circle.

“ you hurt me , “ a teasing lilt juxtaposes the sharpness of her own blade. he pulls away and circles her chair to face her now , resting his weight against the desk. eyes flicker , scan , over open folders. names. dates. recent whereabouts. one hand closes a folder , nudging it neatly into a stack of papers opposite him. “ i know it's sunday — our day — but i was thinking we could stay in tonight , let me cook dinner for us. “ words leave evenly as he casts a sideglance to may as if to watch her reaction.

but that was the catch , wasn't it ? that she could just as easily read james as he could read her. “ i cancelled our dance date with tom an‘ louise. promised them a raincheck an‘ a drink. “

yeliza wants to know if your muse is an early bird or a night owl ???

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CAININES  SHARP  ENOUGH  TO  TEAR  THROUGH  FLESH;  now  sheathed  beneath  pink  stained  lips  of  a  rehearsed  smile. ❛   have y'know ... ever considered not bothering me ??  ❜  her  tone  is  curt  yet  her  smile  doesn’t  falter. Her  gaze  swerves  to  take  in  her  surroundings ,  before settling back onto natasha ❛  i'm retired, so the answer to whatever the reason you came here for the answer is no ❜ 

The symbiote that was used on Yelizaveta isn't tied to Venom. But, instead from a comet that struck Russian soil back in the late 1950s, carrying numerous alien organisms. However, the only surviving symbiote was kept in captivity until it was bonded with human embryos in the late 70s.

And then in the early 1980s the project was reopened, creating the first symbiote-human hybrid. Yelizaveta Osborn-Vorontsova