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He glanced at Steve’s shield resting nearby, then back at his face.
“Funny,” Logan murmured. “We’re both relics. Difference is — you’re what people remember fondly.”
A shrug.
“I’m what they send in when they don’t want to remember at all.”
holy shit —— you’re captain america… !
@SPDR-MAN hey, that’s what they tell me. but it seems like / you’re / the hero around this side of the city, so maybe i should be the one who’s a bit speechless. those are some pretty cool abilities you’ve got there, kid.
I did exactly as you asked, I secured the perimeter AND I didn’t kill anyone. Well, I didn’t kill anyone permanently…
@criesoviet … permanently, huh? [ the captain’s eyebrow quirks up in a look of unimpressed amusement, alert eyes surveying the damage that lingered around them. he had to admit, the assassin / was / good, even if steve didn’t agree with all of her methods… ] i suppose it’s an ‘A’ for effort… well, it’s no more damage control than i’m used to. did you manage to make it through unharmed at least? any of those ‘non permanent’ kills give you any trouble on the way down?
You have so many muscles, and yet you choose to fight with a glorified frisbee? (She quirks an eyebrow) It is very confusing.
@criesoviet well, believe it or not, just because i / can / take a punch doesn’t mean i enjoy it. this ‘glorified frisbee’ also helps when i’ve got a target that’s not within arms length. plus sometimes hitting metal makes them go down easier and even i can appreciate the help. we’ve all got our tricks, don’t we?
Do you even get cold? ( She eyed his exposed limbs suspiciously, before glancing down at the thin sheet of snow that covered the ground in which he sat. And yet, not a goosebump nor peak of flushed skin was in sight )
@blackwidcw cold? [ the word left the captain’s mouth with slow realization, one brow lifting up with curiosity. following her gaze down to his exposed skin, he tilted his head as if seeing it for the first time, a small ‘huh’ following. ] i guess i never really thought about it, [ he continues on with a shrug and a somewhat bashful smile. he wonders briefly if he stood out here long enough, would he began to feel cold…? ] the serum enhanced everything. last time i was in [really] cold temperatures, i was… well, you know. ice. i suppose my body just withstands the low temperature until it’s too much for me to handle. then i just.. shut down. pretty neat trick, i suppose. are /you/ cold?
/ rubbing hands together evilly i can’t wait to load this man up with catholic guilt
" I'm explaining it wrong, " Bucky sighed, leaning forward to bury his head in his hands, ferociously gripping what hair he could reach. Nothing made him feel more neurotic than having the same conversation with at / least / four different people a week. ' where's your head at? ' 'How do you feel? ' everyone tip-toeing around what they really wanted to get at. He couldn't even raise his voice - he couldn't even be ANGRY as himself without it being credited to / him /. The man that not only haunted this county's past but Bucky's mind as well. " Can we just change the subject? You're not going to get it." ( talk to me like your pal, not your patient. )
|| a little death - the neighborhood
@misarmd buck, let’s just hold on a minute— [ the hasty reply is cut short, breaking off into a heavy sigh as steve sits back in his chair. he runs a hand over his face, exasperated. a tinge of annoyance flickers inside of him. not at bucky, but at himself. ‘used to be i didn’t have to tiptoe around to try and get a glimpse of what was going on inside his head. used to be i could read him better than i could myself.’ but that was the past. things weren’t the same anymore, /hell/ they hadn’t been the men they were in a long time. separated by so many years that it felt like entire lifetimes. the thought settles heavy in the avenger’s mind as he watches his best friend sitting there like he’s doing his best to not crawl out of his skin. steve sort of gets it. he remembers the poking and prodding done when he’d first come out of the ice, the feeling of being cornered and stared at as if he was a powder keg ready to explode at any moment. ‘rein it in a bit, rogers. don’t push. don’t treat him like he’s a problem that needs to be solved. he inhales a slow breath, straightens his shoulders and tries again.] i just don’t want you to feel like i think there’s something wrong with you or that i’m waiting for something to happen. you’re right, i probably won’t fully understand it… but i’d like to try. and no matter what, i’ll be here for you regardless in any way you need me. for now though, we can change the subject if you’d like. tell me how your day was.
/ remembered my login info
݁⠀ ⠀.̲.̲.̲⠀ ⠀*⠀ ⠀i / never / said that. not in my many years of living have i said that.
/ hola
