Margie986550756
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russias-dick
Pureshqo3
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thebetterstark
/ I’d love to rp
natalia_romonov
natasha popped her head into the room and frowned when she saw bucky sitting there not really doing anything . " alright , i've seen enough. get your shoes and jacket on , you're coming with me - "
she continued down the hall towards the front door and slid on her own shoes and coat before waiting for him . her original intention was to invite clint or rogers but they were both nowhere to be seen so she had decided that the bump on a log hiding in his room would suffice . " you coming - ? " she called , plunging her hands into the pockets of her coat .
kidfrombrooklyn-
" buck' , you haven't seem my sketchpad around , have you ? i think i might've misplaced it — "
kidfrombrooklyn-
A soft sigh escaped Steve's lips, his eyes wondering over the small kitchen in case he'd left it on one of the surfaces. "I'm not sure," he replied honestly, leaning over slightly to see what he was preparing. "Dinner looks good."
russias-dick
@kidfrombrooklyn- "Thought it was in your room," he replied absentmindedly, mainly because he was peeling potatoes with a dull knife. They'd be tonight's dinner, with some greens. "Where did you last see it?"
russias-dick
Gimme plums.
astrobounties
“Alright man,” Sam announced, walking into the kitchen and slapping the palm of his hand with two small papers. The larger one was worn out with some unidentifiable stains but the smaller one looked freshly written with smudged black ink. “Tonight I’m cooking, just like I said, no more of that take out junk. This here is straight outta’ the archives, written with my mama’s recipe pen. Now take this grocery list and I’ll make the best damn chicken and waffles you’ve ever had,” Sam started to hand him the list but quickly retracted it, “on second thought, I better come with you. I don’t want you to screw up and fail my ancestors. They’re the ones who gotta’ guide me through the seasoning.”
russias-dick
@cptmerica No more take out and microwave meals. That was a bummer, because those meals were easy and quick to make. This recipe that Sam almost handed to him though, looked delicious. He stood up from his spot at the kitchen table, shoved his chair back into place, and stared at the grocery list with scrunched eyebrows. A soft sigh left through his nostrils. "Alright, alright," he gave in, "no more take out and no failin' anchestors. Fine… but if we're goin' grocery shopping, we better bring rice pudding for dessert too." He grabbed his black, leather coat - which hung over the kitchen chair - and slipped into it. " 'Cause I really want some rice pudding..."
CHERNAYAVDOVAS
would you like a banana ?
wolvesraised
wouldn't newspaper be .. highly uncomfortable ?
americas-tits
You and Sam must be doing good, cause I haven’t gotten a call from either of you lately. Finally decided to get along?