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ID.  @MISARMD
            
            *  another time ,  a better one ,  natalya would acknowledge how the smile looked kind on the man .  she'd acknowledge how handsome he was && how his honeyed words would get him everywhere && settle into a back && forth of them .  whatever they were ,  whatever comfort they settled into .  this wasn't one of those times && her perfectly sculpted brows would move into a displeased stance .  *
            
            / zamolchi / ,  soldat .  < hush ,  soldier  >  you need stitches because of your antics out there .  a sensitive spot && i'm not a kind doctor .
            
            *  natalya would make quick work of the wound ,  pressing it dry as she could without irritating the delicate flesh .  it spilled like ink against the gauze && her eyes would follow the wound's tail into his hairline .  despite her harsh words ,  however ,  natalya's touch was methodical && gentle .  her fingers would caress the sting ,  numbing the spot before beginning the stitches in silence .  *

✪ @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."

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            *  a beat or two of silence as the espionage agent looked at the others' wound .  there was already a medical kit laid out && she hated how she knew where every gun ,  blade ,  && mechanisms for alarms were in his apartment .  james was clearly in pain ,  else his words wouldn't be so biting or callous .  *
            
            the latter .  come here already instead of staring at me .  

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            * ╱╱  so true omg

/   thinks 

i NEEEEEEED it 

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            As in, the one played by Danny Ramirez

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            Off-topic, but I'm so excited about Falcon being in Brave New World

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            YES

⍟      @misarmd,   barnes.     ╱  ⠀         ❛ WOULD THE PERFUME COVER UP THE COKE SMELL?      ❜            her smile might rival bucky’s.  usually,  she would be opposed to bucky buying anything for her  (but)  tonight she deserved  it after all the antics she’s been put up to       ❛ ‘M GETTING SICK JUST THINKING ABOUT IT⸺   I’M   /NOT/    CHICKEN!  MY BODY JUST HOLDS ME BACK SOMETIMES.   ( ... )   OH MY.   I DON’T THINK WE CAN BE FRIENDS AFTER THIS.       ❜            one,  the farris wheel is waaaay more taller from up close compared to afar.    two,   she might really die tonight       &&.        it would all be bucky’s doing.    evil,   evil,  white man!  it’s the nerves getting the better of her,  no doubt.  but if she put a brave face on she’ll live.    (  stepping on the actual ride made her blood pressure go up for an entire lifetime,  also,  nulkilk’s hands won’t stop shaking.  )   mind you,  they haven’t even moved yet.   things should go by faster if she closes her eyes and pretend nothings happening at at all.       ❛   SWEET JESUS,  JOSEPH,  AND MARY.  TELL ME WHEN WE ACTUALLY MOVE.  BETTER YET,  WHEN IT’S OVER.      ❜    

✪   @ONCECAPTAINS   || James' small lopsided grin only grew with her reluctant yielding. In that moment, someone could've counted all the 32 teeth in his mouth without much effort spared. "this pop perfume is workin' for me. " a lie but he did so in earnest just like everything else he had done that night. " I'll get'cha one after one more ride." he shoved his soiled handkerchief in his pocket, his fingers feeling for the last remnants of his paycheck. He counted based on the feel of the coins to mentally ensure they hadn't spent their train fare. The last time they got on a roll like this they had spent their remaining money on some hotdogs, as much as he'd love to relive that night he could tell his friend wasn't up for any more adventures. His eyes scanned the crowd and more importantly the nearby attractions. 
            
            Typical for him that the biggest one caught his eye. " How about the Ferris wheel? ... unless you're chicken. " He smirked, nudging her shoulder with his. Out of the two of them, arguably, James was the one fond of heights. He liked the feeling of all that wind in his hair, the idea that he was weightless, and the view of the city. He couldn't think of a better way to cap off the night, than one last hurrah to feel the life inside his veins. " Say what you want but I always get my way when I whine. So how bout it? "

⍟      @misarmd      ╱  ⠀         ❛   I BASICALLY VOMITED MY GUTS OUT⸺   WHY WOULD I N͟O͟T͟  BE CRABBY?   WE SHOULD GET SOME NEW SHIRTS     (  …  )    OKAY,   OKAY,   ONLY BECAUSE WE DON’T DO THIS OFTEN.   LEAD THE WAY,   STREET CAT.    ❜            she caves,  like always.   james’ is a horrible influence    (ish)       &&.        she admires him too much to say no.     besides,   being away from home is a nice distraction.    there’s still a foreboding sense of dread when she’s away from her mother for too long.    (   …   )    there’s a certain warmth that lingers in nokwiski’s chest at the constant attention she gets from bucky.   he frets like a mother hen.    her friend looks lighter?   happy.   like there’s no worries holding him back.   it makes her heart skip a beat⸻   they’re living   (!)    like t͟e͟e͟n͟s͟.    plus,   it was a nice night,   bucky made it even better.   sounds of laughter      &&.      exhilarated teens fill the summer night with mirth.    this,   would be a core memory for the two of them.         james’ shirt is still soaked with the saccharine smell of cola,  stained with that familiar brown of the carbonated drink.   in return,  she cleans him off her own handkerchief.     (   he’s always looking out for others,   but who looks out for him?   )              ❛   YOU SHOULDN’T WHINE BY THE WAY,   YOU’RE TOO OLD FOR THAT⸺   WHAT RIDE ARE WE GOING ON?   SOMETHING CALM?   PRETTY PLEASE.      ❜