preyforheaven:

It was a very small room, with a very small bed, and nothing on the walls but a couple of hooks on which he had hung a 12th-Century arming-sword.

Exodus was deep in thought, his hands folded on his chest as if in prayer... or death.

wee_sting:

The stage was set. Her costume was perfect. Transport complete. She had her lines and the plot. Now it was time to lift the curtain and begin Act I.

Lifting a phone off of someone was easy. Now she just had to hope that the contact codes she had were still active.

Hank Pym! Places! Your cue is up!