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The group seemed to be a sensitive topic for him, it was enough to make Anna note it down as to don't mention them again -- unbeknownst to her, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were dead. She wasn't one of those who followed everything about them in the media. She's never been a fan of them, personally, only Hawkeye and Black Widow and she had spoken with them both three days ago, so... she knew *they* were alright, at least. "It's okay, don't worry, I get it -- we're surrounded by crazy mercs, you couldn't know I wasn't one of them. I dig the new hair style, by the way!" not really the appropriated moment to say that, but Anna was good at multitasking. "Any ideas on how we could safely evacuate the building before the bombs go off?"

@-silverbirds ||
            
            The name of his best friend’s group, what else was there to call them, sent a tight, dull pain in his chest. The man lowered the gun he had pulled quickly, before resting against the wall with a huff. “Yeah. The Avengers.” He just mumbled at first before straightening after his slight break. “Sorry about the gun…I just can’t take a chance.” 
            
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Nat would fold her legs close -- turning slightly on the floor so she was facing him, without needing to turn her head for it --, her shoulder resting against the wall, a hand curled around her glass. She listened to him and *watched* him, as to find the words he might end up leaving unspoken -- nodding along to let him know she was following what he was saying. HYDRA, of course it had to be them, the only ones who could shake him up like this, those bastards... she frowned slightly as he went on saying they tried to trigger the Winter Soldier -- weren't they aware he had managed to get rid of their programming? But it was Bucky's next words that truly came like a shock to her. Did they have another sequence? A backup for their cruel mind control? "Are you sure?" she inquired him; she wasn't going to dismiss it, he knew himself better than anyone, and if he thought those were remnants of HYDRA's doings, she would definitely believe him. "Didn't they break you free from it while you were in Wakanda?"

@-russianspies || 
            
            James bit the inside of his cheek, slowly sorting out the words he needed to explain what had /really/ happened on his and sam’s mission. It wasn’t the fact that he got wounded that was causing the drinking party on the floor. No, something had genuinely scared him. Something that had reminded him of his past. “It was a normal mission…then halfway through something changed. I don’t know what happened but a third party got involved. They had to be HYDRA.” He hesitated, glancing down at his now shaking hand that held his glass. A deep breath, then he continued. “They tried to set me off, trigger my sequence. It didn’t work, but after a bit they said different words, ones I’ve never heard before. Then everything went black.” He turned his gaze to face her. “I woke up later with Sam dragging me out of there, three bullets in my leg.” Fear filled his eyes and he struggled to even say the next words, “Nat, /he/ might be back.” 

She nudged her knee against his playfully, after clinking her glass against his. Nat understood well what was it like to just... need company, sometimes. She never asked for it, though. In fact, she had a tendency of brushing it off and trying to push people away, not trusting anyone around her when feeling a little vulnerable. Arguably, it was her own self she didn't trust in such circumstances. Afraid of how *real* she could get with those who wanted to stay. He had nothing to worry about her, though -- she didn't judge, nor tried to use what she might end up hearing, seeing or learning in any way against him. Like the words he just said -- the hundred meanings behind it. Nat approached it carefully, with the gentleness he deserved of her: "How do you mean, moy dorogoy <my darling>?"

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