Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS IS ALIVE AGAIN I'M SO HAPPY

I've been waiting so long and now finally

Any ideas you guys have, I'm happy, and that one about combining Into the Spiderverse with Endgame sounds awesome! So many possibilities! *flails*

Everything was trippy. It was weird and wild and the way that it was happening was not something the tall Russian wanted. His usually tanner skin was beginning to pale and lighten, sweat breaking down his temple and curling over his spine. The soft curve of his brows were furrowing, and his whole body was twitching. Soft breaths were labored and he occasionally grunted and cried out in his dreams.

He woke up with a massive lurch, body jolting up and he was sitting in a run down building. Tattered sheets pooled around his waist and his dirtied clothing revealed he had been in them for awhile. His tan skin finally returned to its normal hue, lips curling into a soft frown and evergreen eyes settling on the door less entryway. The Russian kept getting reoccurring dreams, one he didn’t really want to keep going on and on for.

However, it did. His name is Borya Aliyev, eldest sibling to Alyona Aliyev. He was the abomination of the family- the one who turned his pent up anger to an innocent family member. She was scarred and hurt often because of him- and the memories that relapsed in his brain made him curl up and be disgusted. Well- curl up as much as a 6’07” man could.

He stepped out from the bed, removing his top from his torso and revealing the almost perfect skin below. Some of his lower ribcage shown through, and his hair was needing in of a cut and his face needing of a shave. He was ferral- wild and anyone who came near heeded with a caution of not to be in his sights.

But that warning was long since forgotten and all that remained was a tortured, hopeless man. Borya stepped outside then, dark clouds rolling overhead in the afternoon haze, and left the Russian licking his lips out of thirst. He would finally have water again

Im doing dandy- ive been busy at uni and taking care of medical stuffs so yea i got an app that lets me know when people reply here and i can be diligent

And yea we are

Lol i only had that origin for him because he had that backstory for a long time. Im rethinking and rewriting his reasons of dislike for his sister originally uwu i gotchu boo dont worry

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Borya also concluded that bathing was probably a necessity. His large figure was disappearing around the run down cabin, shuffling and setting up boards and items and revealing the rather large rain drum. It was a sort of barrel that was often associated with surviving during post apocalyptic worlds, purifying rain water that ran off of gutters and such. The plastic gutter was angled, and running right into the wired drain specifically for such.

Knowing that it was alright and set in place, Borya stepped inside his home and grabbed a hunting knife, a broken mirror, and a towel, along with a set of fresher clothing. He smelt like woods and pines, the very nature itself. His movements were always carefully placed and moving stealthily across paths and such. It was like he were Tarzan or possibly an Indian. If one could, maybe relate that is.

His large form calm to a halt, his normal spot having been were Sofia was standing. The rain clouds were overhead behind him, and the sun shining a beautiful glimmer across the water. His eyes settled there on her tint figure, his eyes alit and the different shades of green present there from the shining sun.

That large palm of his was being cut from the mirror that was digging into his skin, though with so many callouses it would take awhile before pain settled in. Borya could only stiffen, pushing his hunting knife into his back pocket and bare chest expanding as he dared to sit and think of her reasons for being here. She looked like she was rasping for air, and her attire suggested athletic wear.

His head tilted, a brow arching like a curious dog. “You are doing okay, da?” Borya’s deep voice rang out with genuine curiosity and concern, a thick Russian accent forming along with his words as he eyed Sofia wearily. Who was she?

Borya looked to his hand once she gestured it. It was only then he noticed the crimson liquid beginning to drip from his flesh. A tiny frown was present on his face, mouthing a soft curse in his mother tongue. His eyes shifted, as if asking silent permission to proceed closer. It was the mirror he was going to use to shave his wild beard. He came to a halt, right in front of her and his massive body dropped so he sat down. It was near water, so he was okay with setting the mirror down beside his lap.

Borya’s cut hand was shaking. It was trembling violently and all he could tell the stranger was, “Da. I doing okay.” Though, it was a lie. Up close, his beard and hair was wild and untamed, and it looked like he lacked sleep. He was slightly weak from the low food he was now running on, and his mouth parted for a slight yawn. He didn’t know how long he was out here, but he was thankful for someone here. His ears were pricked, trained and he could pick up at her faint accent. He couldn’t place it, and with the slight squirming he was doing placed his discomfort with himself.

In fact, Borya had to grab his newer clothing and hide his bloodied hand into it. In his movements, black ink along the left side of his hips were revealed. Its numbers followed the V, and in its place was: 1204. His eyes were down at the water, his lips just in a neutral phase before he dared to question her, “What is your name?” It was an innocent question, with big evergreen hues turning up and staring at Sofia. He didn’t move any more then, giving his sole attention to her like a lost puppy

He stiffened at her touch. His jaw was beginning to stiffen, muscles twitching below his skin and he almost looked scared. Borya was unknowing of her intentions, until she tied up his hand. His eyes drifted to her considerably smaller hand and then the soaking rag. Slowly, his body began to relax. especially when she said her name.

“Borya..” he inhaled, as if he were in better condition and inhaling nicotine. “Borya Aliyev.” Borya was a former double agent of SHIELD with his younger sister Alyona. He was the cause of her pain over so many years. When Bucky had “killed” him, it was only then he was freed from a terrible mentality. His gaze now landed on Sofia’s his lips curling into a frown. “I was wanting man. Alyona- my little sister-“ he stopped himself, a look of sorrow filling his gaze.


A loud growl from his stomach alerted the world he was hungry. Borya looked away sheepishly, his free hand curling around his core. “I apologizing. It is no way I am appropriating,” he rumbled loudly. He felt weak, and quite pathetic that he wasnt strong like she. His hand was quite thankful for Sofia’s touch the for help.

(Hey!! )

(I'm so glad everyone's back! (: I don't have the time to read through everything right now, but I'll get to it at some point (: )

(Sorry for the excessive amount of 'likes' XD)

There’s nothing too important rn so no stress

And nice! Im chillin wit some friends