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atryingsoul:

The voice was one he had wanted to hear for a long time. Due to… circumstances, he was unable to. His only hope now was that she could forgive him. There were many voicemails left on her part– none from him.

“I don’t think I’d want you to,” Bucky countered, partially because he didn’t want to see her potentially get hurt, and because it looked like she already was recovering from an injury, noticing the faint traces of bruises on her features. “Are you okay? What happened?” Leave it to him to skip introductions and jump straight into acting like a father. Like he deserved that honor.

She winced, sealing her mind before her brother could feel and hear the multitude of thoughts that had run through her head. “Of course I’d want to...I missed you.” Alissa admitted, leaning against the wall across the room from Bucky. “I’m fine, or I will be in a few days. They uhm---didn’t tell you? A bunch of us were taken from a school event. Steve too. Got back a few days ago. Kidnapping kind of sucks.”

She watched him, so many questions on her lips but unsure of where to begin. “I’m glad you’re here. Are you--” pausing, did she even want the answer? “Are you staying?”

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Whats your favourite swear word?

“fuck, easily”

#Anonymous

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What are you most afraid of?

“being used against who I love the most”

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Anyone you like-like?

-----yes.

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Do you want a church wedding?

For what wedding? I don’t even know if that’s an option there, nonnie. But in that miracle, probably not. Maybe outdoors somewhere.

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of-assets:

Truthful Thursday !!

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Honesty Hours !!

#aeternotruths

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64. "You do that. I’ll just sit here, vegetate….”

#audreyxward

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’ No more caffeine for you. ’

“----mom, that’s my lifeblood. I’m almost positive I solely consist of serum and americanos. i’ll die.”

#of-wolvcs

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❛ Hey, how you feeling? ❜

“Tired of being kidnapped. Is there a quota you have to hit to be in this family, you think?”

#of-wolvcs

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10. “Aren’t we all hiding secrets?”

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@justanotherbarton || She’d meant to be training, or at least attempting to get back into the swing of it. And yet the dull ache in her ribs and chest told her another story of whether or not the girl was actually ready. But she’d attempted to push through, taking out her seemingly never ending frustrations on a training dummy. Ten minutes later, she was sprawled across a mat, eyes closed as she took some slow breaths. Screw training, “ screw healing, screw kidnappings she was so TIRED OF being kidna--”

“I said that last bit out loud, didn’t I?” Alissa asked flatly, realizing someone else was in the room, one eye opening to peek. “Oh--hi Alex”

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@luxdarkholme ||

Alissa had been out of the infirmary for about a day now, still a bit restless. Far too restless to consider staying in her room tucked away. Playing the victim wasn’t something she did. Remembering someone else who often felt the same, it spurred her to go check on the other girl. Lux and she had had a vaguely complex relationship up until now, but she actually did like the girl and that was something to be said, compared to how many people pulled at her nerves these days.

Finding the room with relative ease from a memory, she knocked. “Darkholme, you in there? No pity parties allowed, they’ll revoke your bad ass card.” Alissa called out, voice low.

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atryingsoul:

The Soldier already knew that this gym would be a great outlet– he gave one mild swing at the punching bag, causing it to reel backwards. It was odd to be back in a semi-normal setting, and he was trying to be professional about it. As it was, he could hear the heavy gym door creak open.

“Sorry, the course hasn’t begun yet. Still setting up.”

She’d heard he was here, she herself had only been released from the infirmary the day before and had taken to hiding in her room. But Alissa had heard that the Winter Soldier had returned---that her dad was home. Recovery could wait. She eyed him from the doorway, voice catching in her throat. Why was she so nervous ?