misarmd

|| new thunderbolts trailer so i gotta lock in

gosntry

no,    i'm    —    i'm fine.   yeah.    just...    need a minute.    ( ... )    sorry.

gosntry

fingers rub deep into his eyes until he's seeing shapes,    muted colours against the dark inside of his eyelids.    ❛❛ ... yeah? ❜❜    it's hard to remain focused when the alarm blaring overhead seems to get louder,    when the darkness inside of his head tries to creep out of the corners    &    take hold of him.    bob follows bucky's lead,    knees dragged up until he's almost folded in on himself,    back against the wall    &    shaky hands clasped together.    ❛❛ that's—    that's good to know. ❜❜
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misarmd

✪ @gosntry   ||  " that's okay , " the vet wore a flicker of a smile , somewhere between the remnants of a much heavier expression . his strong body contorted into something palatable -- something smaller . he sat on the floor , knees up to his chin , eyes unmoving . " 'm told 'm pretty good at silences . not so good at leaving people behind . "
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misarmd

✪ @widcwbites  || the ache in his temple throbbed, his hand slick with blood, but james still managed a crooked, almost boyish grin as one side of his mouth quirked despite the sting.
          
          " good, I was starting to see double, " he rasped, voice rough but light, like he couldn't resist poking at her even now. he tipped his head slightly and winced at the movement. his fingers curled loosely where they hovered near the wound. he was stubborn, so he'd sit there bleeding out before he asked again, but he was also an open book, and the way his body curved towards her said everything he didn't.  
          
          " the hair is nice."

misarmd

✪ @widcwbites  ||  " yeah ? well i don't like your hair cut , " despite the gruffness of his voice and the grumble in his throat , james but no real malice in his words--even the hiss that followed could be attributed to the blood slowly seeping from his temple . he pressed his fingers to it , once the cool metal connected his tired eyes flickered back down to the red head as if it were instinctive . " y'come to kick a guy while he's down or fuss over me ? if I get a vote I / do / have a preference . "