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Drabble-ish. That is, a drabble of exactly a hundred words, followed by an additional tagline (in parentheses). Characterizations are based off the MCU rather than the comics.

Infinite

Thor - Power

Thor, Asgardian king, warrior, god of myth—raw lightning crackling through his veins, thunder in his voice, as indestructible and immovable as the hammer he wielded, heavy with judgment and defying the bonds of gravity—has known every form of power. There is power at his fingertips, in his title and birthright, in the breadth of bone and sinew and the length of his experience with war; he has long known the power of rage and force, has seen the power of ice and manipulation, and learned in time that the powers of love and kindness and justice are greater.

(Purple suits the king he has become.)

Natasha – Reality

Natasha is a consummate spy, a chameleon, shaping herself to fit into the reality around her as smoothly as possible or shaping herself to the fantasies and fears of a particular person (even herself). It's survival instinct, it's technically manipulation, but it's who she is, the one thing she knows in her bones and cannot—will not—change. On the outside, she can be hard or soft, warm or cold, weapon or woman, ghost or performer, nightmare or daydream, as she needs to be for the situation at hand. She is the survivor inside the shells of a thousand women.

(Red is her signature, her claim to herself, but it drips from her fingertips, too.)

Clint – Space

Clint has learned the hard way that distance is better, that the various parts of his life are better protected separated, compartmentalized. Because even people you like, trust can turn around and destroy you; the more of you they have access to, the more they can destroy. So he keeps miles and lies and secrets between everyone and his family, keeps hundreds of yards and the weight of a bow between him and his targets, keeps himself behind carefully constructed walls.

Mostly.

Because he's also far too stubborn to actually learn his lesson, cares too much for his own good.

(Blue is the color of the sky, is freedom and space, is escape.)

Tony – Mind

Tony is, in many respects, his mind. His genius overrides things like common courtesy and the need to eat or sleep, it is his one defense and his constant companion, his only connection to his dad other than the thin thread of a shared name, his amusement, his livelihood, his escape. It had shaped his life in a million different ways before it ever saved it, and it has endangered it, too. Sometimes, it is so overwhelming, it feels like nothing else exists except the trilling of data processing at light speeds through his brain. But it is just his.

(Gold, just like the gold-titanium alloy in his other armor.)

Steve – Soul

Steve has gone through a lot of changes—in body, in how people view him, in time, in relationship with the government, in relationship with Bucky (somehow still here, if not the same)—but he's tried to keep who he is the same. To stay Sarah Rogers's son, just a punk from Brooklyn too stubborn to run from a necessary fight and trying to make the people who'd sacrificed and cared for him proud; not a perfect soldier, not a dancing monkey, but a good man. Same soul, just in a different body and different circumstance. It's his one constant.

(Orange is the color of the fire that's always burned in him.)

Bruce – Time

Bruce has one enemy worse than the government and General Ross, one desire more tantalizing than anything else, one wish, one dream, one despair: time. Time, that had corrupted the data on Project Rebirth enough for this, that was slipping through his grasp as he searched for a cure, that only moved in one direction (and not the one he so desperately wanted) and too fast, far too fast. Time, that he had discovered, with a gun, was so endlessly his prison. Time, that is easing his resistance, blurring the lines between him and the other guy. Time. Change. Inevitability.

(Green is his destiny, isn't it?)

So there you have it. As usual, all comments, critiques, and constructive criticisms are welcome as I am always looking to improve!

Have a marvelous day!

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