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Character: James "Bucky" Barnes &
Time period: Post-CA: TWS
Warnings: Obsessive Bucky on the loose.
At first, independence had seemed like one of his better ideas, but he had begun to revise his opinion once he had verified certain truths, taken noted of the factions searching for him, and realizing that the world was a wide landscape where a man could get lost. After he had rearmed himself from the bodies of two Hydra agents, a drug dealer, and a gang banger, he had come to realize that slipping away, hiding, being nothing at all was very easy, too easy.
He had been built on the foundation of a command structure for more than seventy years. Even before the blurred vagueness of falling, he knew order and military command. Aside from mashed up images, feelings and impressions, he knew that he had to have some manner of structure in his life. With no more commands down the line, he loitered, slipping through the shadows on Washington for awhile, finding the unsavoury places and people, leaving a few bodies in his wake and not particularly caring that they were found and televised either. A weapon bared he moved through the chaos at first because it was all he knew, listless for anything but the violence he had played a role in for so long. It lost it's purpose without the trigger of structure.
His world stagnated as he avoided those who hunted him, and he cared little for the lives he took when they found him. They came to command him because they thought he would simply bow to old standards, that he would go back to being his code name if they applied even electricity to his brain. They hadn't earned the right to command him. They were weaker than he, hadn't even survived a single encounter when he decided to throw his weight back at them. They were weak men, lost in words and hiding behind guns and dying in the shadows of buildings and trees.
Slowly, resolution began to form from the ashes of his lost command structure. He decided he would allow himself to be commanded again, that he yearned to be commanded by someone with the strength of both character and body to overtake him or at least bow him slightly with respect. Pierce had been like that, he reflected. The man hadn't needed to physically harm him to command his respect, though he remembered well being struck when he required the prompt. A few others had commanded a similar reaction deep in his guts, and his attention snapped over to them. One at a time, he decided. One searched, the other could be found if he looked.
He had been lost for a few months, considering leaving to go to Brooklyn for more pieces of an old puzzle, but he was drawn back into Washington because beating information out of a SHIELD agent had satisfied him that he would get what he wanted. As a ghost story, he knew that the only way to get proper attention was to do something not only obvious but dramatic. His depth of dramatic no doubt would be very different from others that he knew existed, but like a well-trained dog returning to his master, he knew how to get the attention that was needed to invite a recall command.
Hydra agents were not easy to find in large quantities in Washington anymore, most arrested or underground and hiding. It took him two days to find a nest of the vipers, using the old underground tunnels that he knew well. He'd ended them to prove he might not be under command, but it was something worth earning given his skills. Their bodies were left in obvious Hydra uniforms and symbols and piled high in front of the Smithsonian. As if the symbol of his loyalty degradation wasn't enough, none of the corpses had heads, and he had piled them in such a way that he could sit atop the whole mess and lounge there as obvious as the start of a new day.
Media and police were one thing, not that interesting, but he let them think they had command of him for a moment. Let them show his face around for SHIELD and Hydra and them to know he was here. Meaningless orders were ignored, people's reactions only earned a turning of his cheek in dismissal before he knew that the police presence would be a problem to slip away from. Instead he slipped from his lounging perch to ignore warnings and breaking into the Smithsonian because it suited him there. It seemed a fitting place to bow to the command of someone worthy.
Time period: Post-CA: TWS
Warnings: Obsessive Bucky on the loose.
At first, independence had seemed like one of his better ideas, but he had begun to revise his opinion once he had verified certain truths, taken noted of the factions searching for him, and realizing that the world was a wide landscape where a man could get lost. After he had rearmed himself from the bodies of two Hydra agents, a drug dealer, and a gang banger, he had come to realize that slipping away, hiding, being nothing at all was very easy, too easy.
He had been built on the foundation of a command structure for more than seventy years. Even before the blurred vagueness of falling, he knew order and military command. Aside from mashed up images, feelings and impressions, he knew that he had to have some manner of structure in his life. With no more commands down the line, he loitered, slipping through the shadows on Washington for awhile, finding the unsavoury places and people, leaving a few bodies in his wake and not particularly caring that they were found and televised either. A weapon bared he moved through the chaos at first because it was all he knew, listless for anything but the violence he had played a role in for so long. It lost it's purpose without the trigger of structure.
His world stagnated as he avoided those who hunted him, and he cared little for the lives he took when they found him. They came to command him because they thought he would simply bow to old standards, that he would go back to being his code name if they applied even electricity to his brain. They hadn't earned the right to command him. They were weaker than he, hadn't even survived a single encounter when he decided to throw his weight back at them. They were weak men, lost in words and hiding behind guns and dying in the shadows of buildings and trees.
Slowly, resolution began to form from the ashes of his lost command structure. He decided he would allow himself to be commanded again, that he yearned to be commanded by someone with the strength of both character and body to overtake him or at least bow him slightly with respect. Pierce had been like that, he reflected. The man hadn't needed to physically harm him to command his respect, though he remembered well being struck when he required the prompt. A few others had commanded a similar reaction deep in his guts, and his attention snapped over to them. One at a time, he decided. One searched, the other could be found if he looked.
He had been lost for a few months, considering leaving to go to Brooklyn for more pieces of an old puzzle, but he was drawn back into Washington because beating information out of a SHIELD agent had satisfied him that he would get what he wanted. As a ghost story, he knew that the only way to get proper attention was to do something not only obvious but dramatic. His depth of dramatic no doubt would be very different from others that he knew existed, but like a well-trained dog returning to his master, he knew how to get the attention that was needed to invite a recall command.
Hydra agents were not easy to find in large quantities in Washington anymore, most arrested or underground and hiding. It took him two days to find a nest of the vipers, using the old underground tunnels that he knew well. He'd ended them to prove he might not be under command, but it was something worth earning given his skills. Their bodies were left in obvious Hydra uniforms and symbols and piled high in front of the Smithsonian. As if the symbol of his loyalty degradation wasn't enough, none of the corpses had heads, and he had piled them in such a way that he could sit atop the whole mess and lounge there as obvious as the start of a new day.
Media and police were one thing, not that interesting, but he let them think they had command of him for a moment. Let them show his face around for SHIELD and Hydra and them to know he was here. Meaningless orders were ignored, people's reactions only earned a turning of his cheek in dismissal before he knew that the police presence would be a problem to slip away from. Instead he slipped from his lounging perch to ignore warnings and breaking into the Smithsonian because it suited him there. It seemed a fitting place to bow to the command of someone worthy.
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Still, wanting to leave was fine by him too. He shrugged and gestured for her to follow, walking away from the entrance and leading with a brisk walk to a metal door that lead down into the engineering area for water pipes and building maintenance. He worked his way through the cement areas until he found one in particular.
"Hydra used New York to show how vulnerable a city could be," he muttered as he shoved a new door open and stepped inside, walking over to a hatch in the floor that was normally covered and hatched. "This way," he said without waiting as he flipped the heavy metal door open and gestured for her to go down first.
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Stephanie hesitated for a few seconds, this could still be a trap after all, before finally sighing and following him, like most of her action here she will need to take her chances and be prepared in case he turned around and attacked her, needing to be ready to take him on as needed. The silence that fell between them wasn’t exactly comfortable, but she was kind of thankful for it since she still didn’t know what she could tell him and she wasn’t sure she wanted a conversation right now.
There was just a small quirk of her eyebrow at that comment, considering how vulnerable New York had proved to be lately she could see a point, but she supposed that regardless the city, New York could still pose a good example to use here in DC or anywhere else, which is proven just right when he does finds his way around. Again there was a moment of hesitation about follow his lead, but she had gotten here so far and she might as well go all the way, so moves down the hatch and it’s not till then that she remembers the security cameras, that were probably still working and will see Captain America leaving with the man that had killed all of those former Hydra agents.
Well damn, now that was a huge damage control she will need to prepare herself for.
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He didn't care for repercussions to his actions, not yet anyway. His messes were often cleaned up by others, so he had no problem doing his mission and leaving. This was one of those cases as he waited for her to descend before he followed, pulling the hatch shut behind them and casting them in darkness in the thick pipe. He had to bend a bit at the hips to not brush the roof part, but he immediately took the lead again.
"This way," he said instead of touching her to let her know where he was. Normally he would move silently, but he allowed the heels of his boots to make noise for her to follow as he lead them down the pipe, a small light from a flashlight he turned on the only indication of where they were going. "Where do you want to go aside from away from here?" He knew the city well down here and could take them wherever was needed.
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She wasn’t even startled at his voice and she only made a small sound of acceptance before going after him, counting on the deliberate sounds he was making to let her know where he was and the slight sliver of light from that flashlight while making their way out of the museum and trying very hard to tell herself this had been the logical action, she couldn’t afford letting anyone confront Bucky just yet, enough people had died already.
“Hmm, anywhere is fine at the moment.” She really didn’t had a place in mind at the moment, mostly because there were other things going on through her mind.
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So, he allowed himself to decide on a spot and began to head in that direction without pause. He set a brisk pace, marching through the tunnels and only pausing here and there to verify how far they had gone before he continued on in a straight line away from the museum. He came to several pipe intersections, but he ignored them as he kept them walking for over an hour before turning left into a smaller tunnel where he had to duck down to make it through without brushing the ceiling. He headed down that tunnel until he hit a ladder leading up.
He moved up the ladder with an ease that spoke that he had been here and done all this before. He reached the man-hole cover and shouldered it off with ease before coming out next to a park fountain. He flexed his shoulders and stretched before turning to regard her. They were a long way from his kill zone.
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She really had no idea how long they moved, only that they had apparently trekked quite a significant distance from the Smithsonian now and it will clearly take her awhile if she was left down here, but she could still make the trek back. The smaller tunnel was a bit of a bother now that she was taller, of course not as tall as Bucky but she wasn’t as small and the same wisp of a thing she had been before the serum, but she still followed him.
There was no surprise at the ease in which he moved and she followed with probable the same ease in her motions, what caused her to raise an eyebrow was their destination and how desolated the park was, which probably worked on their favor at the moment. While he was stretching, she searched for her means of contact with Sam but didn’t call him right away, could she really take Bucky there or was she going to be placing Sam in danger here? She still had her apartment here but they could track her there, well, damn maybe she should have thought about this better.
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He turned to regard Stephanie, his hands flexing and then falling still at his sides. Now that they were free of the Smithsonian, he had to wonder if she was going to throw her lot in completely with him or contact the wingman as she had said she was going to do. He watched her intently, studying what she was doing now that he had lead them to a relatively safe location.
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Without really noticing, she moved away from Bucky while she spoke with Sam, telling him what had happened and giving him a head’s up about the new situation. The exchange was quick and right to the point; once the call was over she turned to look at Bucky. “Come on then.” She started to walk, crushing the phone on the way and disposing of it. “I need to figure out what we’re going to do next.”
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He turned his head when it seemed she was finished, watching her before he stalked after her as she headed off. He disregarded the phone remnants as unimportant, coming up behind her and walking at her elbow rather than companionably beside her. "Shower and perhaps cut out some more red? There might be a few stray agents that could leak information for those in the North and South," he said casually. He would let her take the lead in the direction seeing as he expected they would be going somewhere that wouldn't lead them into very many public places.
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Since they couldn’t exactly go to Sam’s place now, they had already come up with a bit of a contingency plan (aided by Natasha of course) and prepared another necessary location in case it was needed, and now this felt a bit easier normal, following a series of already set steps with ease and moving through places where they wouldn’t draw much attention, especially her considering what she was wearing, she was thankful Sam knew this place better than her and had been able to give her a quick rundown to where she was supposed to go now.
When they arrived to the point she was –no they were going to meet with Sam, she wasn’t sure if she was happy or not to find him already waiting for them, part of her was glad since being in his presence was probably going to be better than being just alone with Bucky and she was going to owe him so much, still she couldn’t help the fond smile she gave him when she approached him and despite the obvious wary look aimed at Bucky, Sam was still at least willing to help her and that meant the world to her.
“Thank you for coming.” She rested her hand over his arm, before turning to look at Bucky and motioning to the car. “Get in.” She will rather not have the rest of her conversation with Sam with Bucky listening.
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He walked with an easy killing grace, no movements wasted as they walked through the park, but he knew where they were going before he saw the end point. He knew the man from sight, had planted his boot firmly into the man's chest after removing his ability to fly. There were fond memories about that as well, being shot at bonded men even if they had been enemies at the time. No matter, he assessed the level of threat posed to him with a glance.
Then he caught the smile that Stephanie gifted Sam, and neutrality bled easily to coldness. One hand brushed the edge of the hilt of his knife, so easy to reach, so quick to draw, but she had ordered him to be nice, so he would be nice. He stopped and looked at the car like it might explode before he frowned and did as he was told, moving to the back seat where there was more room in his opinion. His blue eyes flicked to stare at the two, assessing the situation, cataloging it, watching Stephanie most of all.
hurrr hurrr hurrr playing with fiyah...this girl is on fiyah
She searched for a bit before pulling clothes for her and moving out of the car closing the door, since she still needed to talk with Sam and it’s not as if the man hadn’t seen her in a low of clothes state. She noticed finally turned to look acknowledge the Sam look was giving her, while using the car as enough of a shield to change, they were the only ones around anyway so it should be fine, it kind of helped that Sam did moved to cover her as well. “It will be fine Sam or at least I hope it will be he seems calm and willing to cooperate.”
Her words clearly didn’t reassure Sam and he let her know as much, yet he was willing to let her do as what was needed now. The rest of their discussion while she changed was just to confirm plans and what Sam was supposed to do now that she will be going, she turned around pried the door open again and reached the bag to put her own uniform inside and then hide her shield on the back, just in case again, before quickly looking at Bucky. “You will need to move to the front passenger seat.”
Stephanie really didn’t waited for him to do as she was told before she turned to look at Sam, feeling a sudden pang of sadness at leaving him behind, he had turned into her constant companion right now and it was a shame they had to go their separate ways right now. “Are…are you sure we can use that place?”
“Wouldn’t have offered otherwise, Steph.”
“Thank you again, Sam, for everything.” She took another quick look around and then moved to hug him, she wasn’t sure when she was going to properly see him again and she was really going to miss him. “I will see you soon; go now before anyone gets suspicious.” There was a small moment of hesitation before she finally let him go and watched him leave in a different direction, he had his own part to fulfill now, once she was out of sight and with a sigh, she turned and moved into the driver seat placing a small smile on her face. “Hope you don’t mind I’m driving.”
Let's hope that statement doesn't become very accurate
He frowned at the clothes that he was handed, wondering what was wrong with his own clothing. It was useable and fit him, but he supposed the vest was a give away on who and what he was. "This uniform is all I have; I won't lose it," he clarified as he sat forward and opened his vest with clean movements. There was sense if decency with Hydra; weapons didn't have a choice when they were laid bare, so he removed it and kept one eye on Stephanie changing nearby. He pulled on the white t-shirt and flexed his shoulders, given it wasn't entirely his size. The jeans were also more confining than he was used to, but he accepted them as he reached up and gathered his long hair at the back of his head and tied it off with a piece of fabric so it no longer hung in his face. Once he set the ballcap on his head, he looked remotely like a different person, less of a killer.
He narrowed his eyes to move to the passenger seat, not certain what the problem was sitting in the back. It seemed like a pointless order, and he stared hard at her for making it even as he stepped out of the car in his new clothing to move to where she told him to. He didn't entirely bridle under her orders, but he was still getting used to having to watch her move around freely. He stood by the passenger's seat when she gave the wingman a hug, and a pang of jealousy, cold and furious, curled in his belly. He watched for a moment longer, wondering how he hadn't earned such affection when he had given her his everything without a need for anything in return.
Slowly, he seated himself in the passenger's seat and crossed one leg over the other after shutting the door. He glanced at Stephanie only once before going back to looking out the window, tracking the movements of the retreating man. "Do as you please."
maybe will be with other people catching fiyah
And now she wasn’t sure if that was going to be quite a loaded question or not, knowing her luck it was probably going to be. Another sigh escaped her lips, she was getting to familiar with that action right now, before she started the engine and start to drive them away, they had a bit of a long way ahead of them and oh she was sure this was probably going to be the worst and most awkward car ride ever, what with a former assassin as her traveling companion and with people probably about to start looking for them, yes not exactly a nice picture.
It so didn’t helped that she had no idea of what to talk with him; they were not as they were in the past in which they could talk about anything and everything easily and were silences could also speak a thousand words for them, at the moment there really wasn’t exactly any common ground between them to start a conversation –asides from the ones that were not wise to even try to approach since it will be like opening a can of worms, and so she let the rather empty silence to settle around them.
But there was so much of the silence she could take patiently and she had probably gotten used to being in the company of Sam too much, and maybe because she had gotten used to his company too much and it was kind of like second nature to move, quick and precise, and next thing she knew another small fond and amused smile appeared on her face when ‘Trouble Man’ started and effectively filled the silence between them, God bless Sam for this kind of foresight.
Everything is better with fire!
When he realized he hadn't answered her question at all, he finally just shrugged his broad muscled shoulders and went back to the window as she began to drive. "Everything is in working order," he finally settled with and rested his hands and forearms in his lap to keep them in sight to ease her mind on what he might do with them.
Sitting in silence actually didn't bother him at all because he had lived most of his life as the Winter Soldier in silence, where his thoughts and opinions meant nothing. He spoke when spoken to, replied when ordered. It had been the ultimate structure actually, an easy life where getting in close to the target was the hardest part of his mission. When he had lost it, he had chosen her as her new power structure because she was the one who had proven herself resilient enough to be able to pound him down if she thought him out of control. She was the friend of the past, the tie to a life he couldn't particularly remember.
The music didn't grate on his nerves, but it was novel. Music wasn't really part of his life, just the life that he had wedged himself into momentarily when he killed sometimes. He looked out at the roads and people that they passed. "Where are you taking me?"
no it's not...unless you count katniss and peeta cause they look cool.
For the time being, well, she decided to let it be since she still needed to figure out what they were going to do and if she was going to be seen as if on the run with him, if she didn’t had a bull’s eye from Hydra before, well, it had probably gotten even worse before and she was going to deal with it when it came, the organization was still out there and they needed to be flushed out or at least contained enough to keep it from expanding too fast and too far again.
And it was probably ironic or not, that the music was giving her enough of a distraction to focus better on everything and she wasn’t startled at his question. “I guess you can say it’s a temporary location, we are just going to be there a day or two at the most.” And after that she had no idea what they were going to do, she supposed the laying low for the time being will help to regroup and will be enough for either Sam or Natasha to contact her.
Fire symbolism at it's best in that series
He had no fear of Hydra or their agents right now. Few drugs worked on either him or Stephanie long enough to incapacitate them because of their metabolism. His weakness lay in old conditioning, but with her around, he could easily circumvent most of it by forcing her to order him directly. A direct order he had to follow unless dazed, and he had only been dazed a few times in his long tenure with Hydra.
He was used to being on the run, so the idea of a temporary location didn't bother him at all. He noted she didn't give a location name or coordinates to allow him to orient himself to the idea. "And from there?"
they love their fire in that series okay.
And surely she could ask him if he had more information or leads, which he probably did, but she preferred for them to be settled where they were supposed to be before having this talk. For the moment, it was clear that she didn’t wanted to talk about it anymore, she needed to gather enough of her wits to deal with the fact that her life had taken quite a change in less than an hour, she kind of blamed him for it, despite the part of her that was happy he was back at her side.
For the moment she focused on driving and the distraction of the music, allowing her mind to go blank for the time being, still knowing mostly out of instinctive memory of having taking this path enough times to lead her and maybe humming just a bit when a song she knew and had learned started, this kind of disconnection was probably a bit worrisome but it helped her to brace herself for what was about to come.
When she came back to herself, due to the familiar sound of a garage door closing, it was to realize they had arrived to the place that was going to serve as a hideout for them for the time being and in a way it was perfect, while they were other houses around, there was enough space in between them to make them a bit secluded and the place was calm enough that no one will notice anything weird just yet, she will need to go and properly thank Sam for this once this was over…maybe even Tony and that just sucked.
She sighed again, turning off the engine and moving to get out of the car, now feeling a bit restless. “Come on then.” Moving in such a small space without proper weapons more than a set of keys was probably dangerous with him around, but now, being here she realized she didn’t cared at the moment, he had more than enough chances to hurt her and he hadn’t yet, so for the time being she was safe.
Symbolism!
Instead of drifting off, he stared around them at the passing signs and scenery, taking it all in for his own use. He needed to be sharp to best protect her but also to protect himself as well. He would be useless to her captured or killed, though he wasn't so certain the latter would bother her too much given her distance from him. He was fine with that though; he was still in her life and that was really all he needed right now. Her nicety towards him was something that was optional. Hydra had never been nice to him after all, but he served them too.
He turned his head from the window as she drove up to a specific house, watching as the door to the carport opened and she drove in. He let her out first, removing himself slowly and looking around as the door closed to trap him in the garage. He was slower to follow, mostly because he stopped to investigate things in the garage but also to arm himself with a combat knife and gun from his old uniform. And... these pants were still kind of tight. He didn't like them for how they clung to his legs and ass.
Still, he followed eventually, looking around the house that he was entering. He tilted his head to listen to her footfalls and moved around to investigate the place to assure himself that it was safe.
all the lovely symbolism i am sure they are full of it as well.
When she noticed Bucky wasn’t exactly at her side, to her credit, she didn’t panic and concluded he was probably scouting the place and check if it was safe for them. The last time she had been here with Sam had been a month and she couldn’t help but notice the lack of dust on certain places, her fingers lightly moved against a table and they came off acceptably clean, someone had been here recently and she had an brief idea of who that person had been.
Without any pause or waiting to see where Bucky was exactly she moved to one of the guest bedrooms, the keys jingled a bit while she unlocked the door before stepping inside, searching for the light switch on the wall and nearly wincing at the sudden flow of bright light. She had to search the room for a bit, damn Natasha could hide things perfectly when she felt likely, before finding all the things Nat had left behind in this strange egg hunt she had forced on her.
The phone she now had was probably especially made by Stark, trust Tony to still want to be somehow involved, and it was probably going to be untraceable which probably meant they expected her to communicate with them as soon as possible, the gun was something Natasha will use and apparently trusted her enough to do as well and the last thing was a file, probably the last thing she had been working on before moving to find them again.
Opening the file though, she sighed a bit when she noticed that several of the sheets were highlighted in a bold red color, meaning the information was now useless for one reason or another, further examination revealed that Nat had left her a bit of a message.
[ New toy provided by Tony. Safe and untraceable. Call ASAP. New toy from my part. Your boyfriend was busy and took most of what I could find down already. Will try to find more if anything is left. ]
There was a small frown at the boyfriend comment, but she will let it pass before crumbling the paper a bit and remembering he was supposed to be somewhere in the house and it was suddenly rather silent. “Bucky?”
And two more movies to come with symbolism
He had always enjoyed fighting in kitchens. There was so much to use for the most part, and the floors were often easy to clean in case of blood spillage. He had no idea that he preferred kitchens because he had spent a lot of time in one as a boy playing on the floor as his mother passed over him. Those memories were locked away, out of sight, but there was a calmness to an empty kitchen that he liked, the idea that a fight here would result in him winning. It was also generally highly defensible as far as positions went.
He ran his flesh fingers over the counter tops, ignoring food and nosing through the drawers to find out what was in them. All cooking items, but all useful if he needed them. He might decide to rest in here when the time came for that sort of activity.
His head came up and around at the sudden call of the title that Stephanie always called him. He ghosted from the kitchen utterly silent and came to stand in the doorway, reaching up to pull off the ball cap as if to reveal himself to her. "I'm here," he said softly.
aww yea i can't wait for those
She had just taken a seat on the bed and was fiddling with the phone, that didn’t looked or felt any different from the one she had been provided and gotten familiarized with and she suspected that was probably the main reason Tony had came up with the design, she will really need to thank him even more now and she will rather not do it, when Bucky finally appeared and considering how distracted she was, she couldn’t help the small fond smile aimed at him when she heard his voice.
And granted it took her a few seconds to fully remember their circumstances and to subtly look away to the phone for the time being. “Since I assume you got familiarized with this place already, except for the bedrooms since those are locked and…” She stopped there and looked up at him. “Unless you found a way to make your way inside, anyway if you did, one of the rooms should have more clothing if you want to change from those, they seem to be a bit of a tight fit for you.”
I'm not so sure about them.
He shrugged a little at the suggestion that he had familiarized himself, suspecting he had save the bedrooms. He was interested to know the reason why the bedrooms were locked though and made a mental note to pick the locks to see what was inside each of them. This was obviously Stephanie's room. "Is there only one other room here, or do I get to guess and break down the doors to many?" He glanced at his clothes and shrugged. "You told me to change into this. They will suit me fine."
the movies?
“The only rooms locked are the bedrooms; the others are kind of free reign. This is one of the two guest rooms, I guess you will be using the other one, the master bedroom…we really don’t go there.” It was mostly out of a sense of respect that she had decided to avoid that one, Sam hadn’t said anything and Natasha had just accepted it. “So you don’t really need to break down any door.”
Stephanie had been browsing the menu to find the contact list on her new Stark toy, when she stopped and looked up at him a bit startled at his comment. “It was just for that moment, Buck; you can take them off and find something else that might be more comfortable for you.”
The mockingjay 1 & 2
He raised an eyebrow at her surprised look, wondering what it was that she found so difficult to understand about how he worked. She ordered, he followed. It was the way that soldiering happened, so it wasn't anything new to her. He suspected she did it just as often when SHIELD was still around anyway, and he had meant it that she was his entire world right now. "These are fine, just tight."
yes i am on the fence with them as well.
I didn't think the book warranted two movies
yea but HP started that thread and it's not dying yet
HP books got bigger, not stayed the same like Hunger Games
yes, but HP started the fashion of splitting books even if they don't need it.
Damn the cash cow know as HP
there's going to be a new HP movie right?
I hope not but probably
i think it was that thing about magical creatures
I'll give that a miss I think
Ditto but it brought the kind of dormant HP fandom back
Which may or may not be a good thing
since i haven't seen the fandom idk
I've been in it a bit and yeah.. scary
really? i don't check it since i was scared off from it
I did once and was also scared
Yes why you think i ran away from it lol
I don't have to think too hard about it
so you feel my pain lol
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