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      “I don’t want to get in that way. I want to get in because I’m actually       talented. This is why I never wanted people to know I was a Stark.”

          “Should I pay someone off? Maybe get Cap and Thor           to make some - subtle threats? Innocent stuff.”

#playboyengineer #&| verse : уσυ тσℓ∂ уσυяѕєℓƒ тнαт ιт'ѕ ησт уσυ ιт'ѕ тнєм (ρℓαувσуєηgιηєєя) #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾

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She was so confused, searching her mind for any memory prior to that moment in time. It was all a blur. Ana felt Bucky hovering near her, keep the blonde’s frail body from hitting the floor. Someone had taken her, drugged her. That seemed like something you would remember. 

So, if what the soldier said was correct, she must be quarantined. Which, if it was just a fever, seemed a bit overboard. Slowly, Ana looked over her shoulder at Bucky, watching for a moment before speaking. “You’re lying. I may not remember what happened, but I doubt they would quarantine me for nothing. I’ve been around the med bay enough to know how serious it is.” A brief pause, bracing herself for whatever he would say after her next statement. “Tell me the truth.”

Bucky realized too late that he had perhaps been a little too blunt in his explanation of the events leading to her quarantine, misjudging how she would react to the truth he felt a split second of apprehension and frustration before he managed to smother the feelings down and straighten slightly. “Your dad is working with Dr Cho.” Bucky informed slowly, he pushed himself to his feet as she paced the room, his eyes scrutinizing her movements to determine whether or not she was well enough to be out of bed in the first place.

He grimaced as she raised her voice, but the moment her knees buckled and she fell Bucky moved forward with a shocking amount of speed, brows drawn together unhappily as he crouched beside her, one hand out for her to take whilst the other hovered just shy of wrapping around her shoulders. Acutely aware that physical touch may not be something she was comfortable with given the circumstances. “You’ve got fever. You’re going to feel weak, tired. But your symptoms aren’t life threatening. You just need to rest.”

#rezultct #&| verse : ƒιη∂ιηg кηινєѕ υη∂єя тнє ѕнєєтѕ (яєzυℓтcт) #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾

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Trust was an issue, that much she knew. Something they would need to work on if he wanted to succeed. Thanks to her father,  however, it was going to take more time to do so. She understood his reasoning but, still. He did tend to fly off the handle.  “First off, I want you to feel safe here.  I don’t want this to be a place you dread coming to.”

It had happened before, when she first started working for her father.  People hated coming to see her, so James needed to actually want  to talk with her. It all came back to trust, something that she clearly  needed to ear.

    James doesn’t really have another choice. He’s pretty sure doctor     patient confidentiality doesn’t cover murders, so he can’t just have     anyone giving him theraphy sessions. Plus, she comes recommended,     by none other than Steve. He might not trust her family tree, but he’ll     trust anyone* Steve tells him too.

    ( *That’s probably something he needs          to work on as well. One thing at a                        time, right? )

“Yes… I think we should get started now. I’m not going to find anyone else.”

    He just wants to get this done so he can get better already.

#rytsarr #&| verse : ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ⁽ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶜᶤᵛᶤˡ ʷᵃʳ⁾ #&| ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ﹙ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs﹚

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         Ana can hear the parts of his bionic arm   s h i f t i n g   before feeling the grip around her neck tighten. Honestly, she didn’t know which was worse. The blinding pain in her HEAD or the burning sensation in her CHEST from lack of oxygen. Either way, the young Stark was quite sure this was how she would die. All the effort she puts in attempting to fight him off is useless. He wasn’t going to let go. ‘P L E A S E.’ The blonde begged, eyes beginning to fill with tears. It would fall on deaf ears, without a doubt. The edges of her vision begin to darken, world slightly tilting on it’s side. With all the strength she could manage, she raised her arm. Not to hit him, but to lightly place her palm on his CHEEK. There was no real reason as to why she decided to do so, but maybe positive human contact would make gears turn in his head. If it couldn’t help her, at least it would help the others.                  Her chin dropped, arm immediately falling to the side and the darkness closed in and that was all she knew. 

          Her plea spurs THE SOLDIER’S fingers to squeeze tightly, solid enough to cut off the blonde’s airway as his glazed eyes bore into hers. She wasn’t the one who said the words, so he can’t listen to her cry to stop. He hadn’t been ordered to kill anyone, only to put down anyone that got in his way and Don’t harm any of the Avengers. That is essential, Soldier. The command keeps bouncing around in his head, instinct over powering any other feeling that Bucky has that’s telling him this is wrong; the woman beneath his fingers is a STARK, but not an Avenger. His attempt to knock her out FAILED, but he’s sure he still heard the would be sickening crunch of bone breaking. A cracked skull. Not a confirmed kill, but with the added turmoil of every employee and fugitive in the building, it might as well be. He imagines it’ll be blood loss, if nobody gets to her in time, ( they won’t, he’ll get to them first. ) and that realization causes THE SOLDIER to switch gears.

          Change tactics.

       Silver fingers narrow even further around pale skin, aiming to make the victim pass out. It would make things less painful for her, in the end. 

          He doesn’t know why he’s trying to help.

#russiaswinters #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾ #&| verse : ѕтιтcнє∂ уσυ υρ αη∂ ρυт уσυ тσgєтнєя (яυѕѕιαѕωιηтєяѕ) #&| ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ﹙ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs﹚

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ana eagerly followed her grandmother into the kitchen, sitting down at the table. it smelled delicious, better than anything her father attempted to make. pepper was a decent cook but, from what she heard, nothing beats grandma food. ‘honestly, i like food. so, yes. nothing i love better than mac and cheese when i’m feeling down. never had homemade though.’ 

          relief will fill the italian at the answer, for there is no hesitation behind the response given.   ❛ sì, good change of pace. i want to try to make dinners every night if i can. but come. food is getting cold. ❜   gesturing for ana to follow her into the kitchen, maria can’t help but smile all the while. tony is out and about, doing god knows what, so this gives grandmother time with granddaughter.   ❛ do you like chicken and pasta? ❜   she asks, moving into the new room and grabbing oven mitts to take the chicken out of the oven; pasta is already ready for them.

#mariabclla #&| verse : уσυ'яє вℓιη∂є∂ ву нєя נєωєℓяу (мαяιαвcℓℓα) #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾ #&| ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ﹖ ﹙ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋ﹚

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The small blonde scoffed at his words, taking  a moment to  actually put together a proper reply. As if Tony would listen.  He didn’t listen to Pepper, why the hell would he hear what  she had to say. Especially if he knew the words were coming from Steve. It just wouldn’t end well.  ❝ What makes you think my dad would listen to me? The man  practically ignored my existence for over half my life. Even if I screamed at him, he still wouldn’t hear me. I agree with you  though, he isn’t thinking straight. ------- I can not lose my father,  Steve. And I can’t lose you either. This can not turn into a war. ❞

Steve nodded,  knowing she was right.  He wanted Ana’s support,  but he couldn’t except her to turn against her father.  So no matter what she personally thought was right or wrong,  it was wrong of Steve to expect anything from Ana.  Though perhaps he could tell Ana what he’d been thinking.  Maybe she could help Tony to see reason and not to be so drastic.

❝Look,  I don’t blame you.  I understand this is  –  it’s a lot.  Whatever   is going on between us aside.  I’m not asking you to choose a side.    I want you to know that despite disagreeing,  I’m worried about Tony.    He isn’t thinking straight.  He’s acting even more irrational than usual   and he isn’t thinking things through.  This is already a big strain on all   of us,  but he’s not taking it well at all.  If there’s anything you can do    …  to help him.  I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of this.❞

#capoldschool #&| verse : ѕωєєт вσу ѕтяαιgнт συт σƒ тнє мσνιє ѕcяєєη (cαρσℓ∂ѕcнσσℓ) #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾ #&| ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ·s ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ﹙sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs﹚ #&| 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 (𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒶)

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Ana bit at her lower lip, trying to keep her giddy smile at bay. It was just so weird to hear those words. Sure, a few people had said they loved her but it wasn’t often. It was rare for her to say them, let alone initiate the phrase. The smaller blonde allowed the man to pull her  closer, head resting against Steve’s chest. 

❝ Can I kiss you? ❞

Steve smiled softly,  turning on his side to curl his arm more securely around Ana.  He was content with the momentary silence,  them just holding onto each other.  Things felt normal with Ana.  Even when she spoke up,  it felt normal.  It felt like something they should have been saying all along. 

❝I love you too.❞

#capoldschool #&| verse : ѕωєєт вσу ѕтяαιgнт συт σƒ тнє мσνιє ѕcяєєη (cαρσℓ∂ѕcнσσℓ) #&| verse : ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ⁽ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶜᶤᵛᶤˡ ʷᵃʳ⁾ #&| ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ·s ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ﹙sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs﹚ #&| 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 (𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒶)

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     The blonde couldn’t help the pull of muscle that caused a       small smile to appear on her face. Despite him not verbally      admitting that he wanted this help, desperately needed it, she      knew that a near full recovery was possible. He was passionate       about it, which meant he would do anything to see it happen. 

“Then I suggest we get started as soon as possible. Unless you would rather work with someone else. I am  more than willing to help you through this, if you’ll have me.”

“—I DON’T KNOW if I want it! I just know I need it, isn’t that enough?”

    So far, not going very well. But it’s a rocky road, to understading,     and there are so many things in his life he just doesn’t find it in     himself to understand. Wanting to get better and getting better     are two completely different things.

“I—I don’t know if this is what’s going to make me better or not. I just know I need to do something. I can’t be the way I am anymore.”

#rystarr #&| verse : ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ⁽ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶜᶤᵛᶤˡ ʷᵃʳ⁾ #&| ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ﹙ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs﹚

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        ‘ of course i would. i rarely get to eat a home cooked meal. it’d be a nice change of pace.’ ana was unsure what to think of her grandmother. after all, it was a hard thing to get used to. maybe this would be the chance for her to have a strong female figure to look up to.  

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          ❛ anastasia? i hope i am not bothering you, but would you care to join me for dinner tonight? it is almost done… ❜   she’d meant to ask earlier, to make sure that the young woman would want to dine with her grandmother, but the italian had been worried. worried that ana would say no.

#mariabclla #&| ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ﹖ ﹙ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋ﹚ #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾ #&| verse : уσυ'яє вℓιη∂є∂ ву нєя נєωєℓяу (мαяιαвcℓℓα)

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         ❛ Of course I’ve tried. How else would I know I can’t keep anything down? ❜

          ❛ Have you tried keeping anything down? Or a those just empty words? ❜

#russiaswinters #&| ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ﹙ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs﹚ #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾ #&| verse : ѕтιтcнє∂ уσυ υρ αη∂ ρυт уσυ тσgєтнєя (яυѕѕιαѕωιηтєяѕ)

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Ana bit her lower lip, unable to imagine the pain Steve was going through.  She wished that things could have worked out for him and Peggy. It was the least he deserved. Perhaps it would have been better if she had passed before he came out of the ice. Spare him the hurt of having her back in his life only to have it taken away. A few tears slipped down the blonde’s cheek only for them to be furiously wiped away.  “You didn’t mess anything up, Steve. It’s just -----” She took a deep breath,  shifting her weight from foot to foot. “ I can’t replace Peggy. I could never be  like her, not matter how hard I try. You deserve someone like her or Sharon.  Girls like me don’t get the guy, the happy ending. No matter how much I  may want things to work out, they never will.” There were more things wrong with her than Steve would ever know.  She was damaged goods. He wasn’t perfect, she knew that and would never hold him on such a pedestal. Still, Ana wanted him to be happy,  even if she wasn’t the reason for it.

❝I don’t love  her.  I loved Peggy,  and I thought that kissing Sharon   would make me feel like I was  closer  to Peggy or something.  I   don’t know what I was thinking.  That part of my life is long gone.    Peggy   …  it’s done.  And I know that now.  I’m free to move on   to someone that I really do care about.  I made a mistake and I   don’t want to take anything between us back.❞

He had spent a long time when he came out of the ice moving on from what his old life had been like.  Peggy being alive was one thing that had anchored him to his past.  He had moved on,  accepted the reality.  Somehow he had thought that Peggy being dead might make things easier,  but in one moment of confusion and heartache he’d just made things even more complicated than they already  were.

❝Being around you,  kissing you,  whatever there is between us has   been the only thing that’s felt somewhat normal and nice since I was   unfrozen.  But I messed that up.  If you don’t want to  whatever we   were doing  anymore,  I understand.❞

#capoldschool #&| ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ·s ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ﹙sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs﹚ #&| verse : ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ⁽ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶜᶤᵛᶤˡ ʷᵃʳ⁾ #&| verse : ѕωєєт вσу ѕтяαιgнт συт σƒ тнє мσνιє ѕcяєєη (cαρσℓ∂ѕcнσσℓ) #&| 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 (𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒶)

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She couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, still not  quite understanding why Steve wanted to go out with her in the first place. Perhaps she’d never know.  ❝ I haven’t had a home cooked meal in quite some time.  Sounds pretty good, actually. ❞ She replied, shaking her head a little, unable to fully process the situation. 

The sad puppy face that Steve didn’t know that he was making quickly changed over to a smile.  He already felt like he was walking on air,  and they hadn’t even worked out the details of the date yet.

❝You don’t regret it.  I’ll  …  cook you a nice dinner.   How does that sound?❞  Steve asked.  Maybe he hadn’t made a mistake kissing Ana.

#capoldschool #&| ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ·s ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ﹙sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs﹚ #&| verse : ʳᵃᶤᶰʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃˢ ⁽ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾ #&| verse : ѕωєєт вσу ѕтяαιgнт συт σƒ тнє мσνιє ѕcяєєη (cαρσℓ∂ѕcнσσℓ) #&| 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 (𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒶)