#✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎.

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for something she'd claimed would only take a few minutes for her to wrap up, she sure seems to be taking her sweet time. it's a mix of exhaustion and annoyance, mostly ---------- when it comes to her relationship with regular sleep they haven't exactly been on the best of terms lately ( or at all, ever ), and the lack of it is only contributing to the fact she let herself get caught on the wrong end of a surprise blade when she should know better.

“  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” she'd been so caught up in the details of the gash of her arm, she hadn't even realized that @luposcainus was watching her futile efforts from over her shoulder. "it is, it just doesn't want to admit it."

but is the slash on her arm really the one that's having difficulties acknowledging just what they are? she sighs as she blots a few more times with an already discolored towel, folding the red in on itself before she presses it against her arm.

alright. fine.

"my kit's in the bathroom. under the sink. go grab it?"

#luposcainus #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ timeline undetermined. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #blood tw #sharon 'in denial about another owwie' carter everyone #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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📸 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙳 𝟹 -𝟻 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙵 @maavel / bucky.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙰. -- she has a terrible habit of giving him no warning when she's about to take an awkward photo of him.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙱. -- screenshot from face time call on separate missions. she can't remember what got him laughing but does it really matter?

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙲. -- reaction from being told he eats his oranges "weird".

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙳. -- she's making faces on the opposite side of the gym at him. can't tell if he's amused or embarrassed for her.

#maavel #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #maavel / bucky barnes. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #more domestic them Bye #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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she's well aware of the hour -------------- and the back and forth about it with an AI wasn't the way she wanted to be spending said hour, especially when all she wanted to do was shower and sleep for the next several years at least.

despite the impromptu argument ( and the absolute non - stop pounding in her head ) she'd been let through the gate, and makes her way out of her car and up to the door; immediately opting to lean against the wall. ( the stitch in her side that's lead her here is probably a cracked rib and not a cramp, but she's got enough to worry about at the moment without adding taking a full inventory of all the ways she feels like garbage. )

it takes more effort than she would like to press the button and wait for the familiar buzz ----------- her mind bouncing back and forth between the idea that maybe @t0nystrk's actually asleep at this hour ( not likely, but she can hope ) and attempting to figure out the best way to mask the exhaustion and how uncomfortable she truly is in her voice when he answers.

"hey, it's me." her voice cracks; she's not off to the best start on the whole playing this like she isn't hurt thing. "it's late, i know. sorry." she pauses to lick her lips, another moment taken to try and smooth her words out while she dabs at the wet, heavy feeling directly under her nose. the cut on her cheek pinches something fierce the more she continues to talk ------------- whatever attempts at mitigating the damage her body had taken on its own rendered moot.

"would it be alright if i borrowed a couple bandaids?"

#t0nystrk #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ t0nystrk. ⁞ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #you : what if there was angst #me + share : say less #blood cw #injury cw #:)))))))))

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📸 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙳 𝟹 -𝟻 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙵 @t0nystrk.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙰. -- tony? actual vacation?! better take a photo. bonus 🍑 shot.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙱. -- london looked good on him.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙲. -- it was supposed to be a joke dare and someone took it seriously.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙳. -- t.ony st.ark : card - carrying member of the incognito baseball hat club.

#t0nystrk #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ t0nystrk. ⁞ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #i am a normal amount of fine with them going on vacation post london #and figuring a lot of Stuff out #plus any excuse to get them to a beach #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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she doesn't really know what to expect on the other side of that door --------- maybe that's what she gets for never making the effort to come here after inheriting the property until she doesn't have any other choice. ( not that she really had the luxury of coming here after what happened in berlin; paris would have been too obvious a place for her to come anyway considering her ties to the city, and extradition back to the united states wasn't the sort of souvenir she was looking for. )

her emotions are decidedly mixed when they reach the door and she slips the key into the lock ------- her relationship with her aunt ( on her side, anyway; peggy had the luxury of not having to explain herself in perpetuity now ) had certainly taken a hit in the last few years after everything with isaiah bradley and the other covert involuntary serum trials came out. but this wasn't a social visit; this wasn't about her looking to comb through the apartment that had been left to her hoping to find something nostalgic or heartwarming ------ it was out of necessity. and since her aunt had been so good at keeping secrets, two more shouldn't be a burden on the place for a few days.

the key turns and she hears the tumblers click, the door momentarily protesting being pushed open for the first time in ------ she isn't even sure. decades? but first things first.

"no comments about the decor, bob vila," she holds a finger up to stop @maavel before he can so much as wet his lips in anticipation ---- a lesson she'd learned well from that one time in paraguay; stop him before he can get started. but he shouldn't have much to complain about, really ----- at least the lift here worked. "i've never even seen it myself so you definitely don't get to critique it."

#maavel #* beta. #maavel / bucky barnes. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #sharon calling him bob vila is a deep cut if she has to explain she can 🤣 #i'm thisclose to getting super soft about the thought of them in paris #even if it is for hiding out and not a ~vacation #there was only one bed trope in 3...2...1....

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he’s already there waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs when she hits the final step outside of the met; his combination of jeans and a sweatshirt looking far more appealing right now than the cocktail dress she had to drag out of the very back of her closet earlier in the evening on short notice. she conveys as much with a jealous groan before actually saying hello --------- insisting the pair can walk and talk ( gossip is more like it, but she won’t outright call it that --- she had been attending for business, not pleasure ) about fisk’s little fundraising get together as they go now that there’s a break in the rain.

       “i hated these things then, and i hate them now.” @lostsouldier has his pick of what ‘these things’ could be ----- the ‘fundraiser’ that’s charity - washing a whole lot of money, the small talk she’d had to endure for the last few hours or the fact she’d had to stand there uncomfortably and grin and bear them both while balancing a drink in her hand and minding her tongue. ( the only reason she’d gotten so comfortable with it back in hightown was sheer repetition -------- that and her survival instinct running on high alert nonstop for more than half a decade. )

the reflections of traffic lights and neon scattered and diffused on the wet pavement is apparently one of those universal things, she notices as they walk along --------- they looks the same here as it did half a world away, and she has to go and catch herself mentally before she refers to that other place as home out of habit. two large raindrops landing square on her forehead interrupt her story about her conversation with one of fisk’s staff ( and the parsley stuck in his teeth ) eliciting an annoyed “shit,” from her as she glances up at the black - grey sky of manhattan and gets greeted with another handful of drops on her face for her trouble. “so much for being dry.”

he’s already proven to be just as stubborn as she is enough times for it not to come as a surprise that the moment the skies once again fully open up he’s fussing with his jacket in an attempt to keep her dry ---------- nor should it be one for him that she fully intends to spend the handful of blocks they still have to walk towards the subway station on 86th protesting the gesture and trying to convince him to put his coat back on. ( but she will at least concede to herself that the heels she’d chosen for the night were a poor choice ------ just another reason why she never wears them unless absolutely necessary. but barefoot on the subway is too far, even for her. )

when they reach the staircase and he still hasn’t left her side, arms outstretched over her head while she pauses to rummage through her bag for her metrocard, she debates darting back into the rain just to be difficult.

       “ ... you’re not planning on doing this the whole way back to my apartment, are you, barnes?”

#lostsouldier #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #* beta. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #her hearing was in dc right?? #the showdown with the flagsmashers was ny i cant remember #i've completely erased ep 6 from my memory #and i refuse to actually go back and watch to see #so ny it is #this is us taking crumbs and leaving / living

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botched missions never sit well -------------- missions that get blown out of the water thanks to intel leaks feel even worse in all the ways getting your ass kicked in a reconnaissance - mission - turned - ambush can. ( and that’s plenty --- all sharon can do now is look forward to a soak in the tub and hope a bath bomb works on egos as well as it works on dry skin and aching muscles. ) tomorrow starts the task of finding out the who’s and why, and she’s not exactly looking forward to it.

❝  just give the word and i’ll kill every one of them.  ❞

it’s not quite at the level of @griim taking the words right out of her mouth, but it’s close ----------- the level of annoyance and frustration as she stabs at the knotted laces of her boot with chipped nails certainly isn’t as contained as much as it should be. and she doesn’t intend to try and swallow it down, either.

“if only it were that easy.” an exhale descends into a grumble with lightening speed. “but that is so against protocol,” not that she’s ever been the sort that adheres to each and every rule SHIELD likes to think it can impose on her for the sake of order ( especially the ones that discourage retaliation without the director’s approval and a mini mountain of paperwork to go with it ), but going full - on scorched earth on a hydra splinter cell isn’t going to win either one of them any points with the boss, even if it’s the right thing to do and everyone knows it.

“besides, i wouldn’t want you to get all the fun, right? doesn’t seem very fair.”

#griim #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #sharon vc : i appreciate the thought but i want to kick a** too please #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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no one in madripoor is 100% who they say they are; it’s an unspoken rule -------- at least that’s what she continuously tells herself to make herself feel a little better. it isn’t as if being someone else is a foreign concept to her either; she’s got her own list of aliases half a mile long after all ( thanks to jean harlow and rita hayworth’s extensive bodies of work, she’s amassed herself a resume of her own that rivals the two of them ). it’s a part of her job -------- or it was. now it’s more along the lines of an act of survival in a place that can chew you up and spit you out if you aren’t careful; and she doesn’t have any intention of letting that happen again. she can count on her hand how many people know anything about her here past her name ( the real one ) and the little ‘ business ’ she’s set up for herself ----- it’s equal parts strategy and defense mechanism.

and maybe a little dash of a survival tactic too.

which makes small talk here an artform; maybe even more so here than back home. there at least she didn’t have the added burden of being an enemy on the state constantly on the tip of her tongue while she navigated shit topics like the weather or what is it you do for a living. ( at least the latter required a bit of imagination on her part stateside ----------- her truth didn’t exactly come across as such most of the time; and she rarely had the ambition required to put in the effort to convince someone else. )

so knowing her own approach to questions just like the sort she’d asked of @razorfst​​ ( acknowledging the obvious to herself that he’s probably as sick of hearing about the bus as she was hearing about germany ), a straight answer wasn’t exactly expected. still, she’s a bit more bright - eyed than she’d usually be in this sort of situation; head canted to the side until it practically rests itself against her own shoulder. it’s almost as if he’s trying to get a read on her ( for that question, at least -------- past that, she’s still unsure just how much of herself she’d like him to be able to pin down. )

“ don’t presume that you know me just because you’ve heard a few rumors and read a few articles. ”

fingers slide up into her scalp as she pushes her hair from one side of her part to the other, nodding in silent acceptance. “that’s fair,” her tongue clicks quietly, more of a chide to herself for assuming in the first place than disappointment in not getting the sort of answer that she’d presumed she might ( so much for being able to get a read on him, too ).  

          “but ... for what it’s worth, between you and me? i thought it was pretty impressive.”

#razorfst #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ madripoor undercover. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #the chinhands - ing @ these two has already begun #for two whole seconds i thought this was going to angsty #but sharon said nope im going to flirt instead #especially after what we talked about w/ the video

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the last time they'd seen sam captain america, he'd joked the pair of them argued like an old married couple -------- which seems like an awfully strange way to describe the sideways glances he keeps sending her way, or the habit she's taken on of sticking the tip of her tongue in between her teeth every time bucky says ' we ' when he really means her.

------------- but what does it say about her that she notices all those little glances of his that come her way? or secretly enjoys whenever she's given the opportunity to tell him ' no ' over something small, only to watch him sigh knowing just how absolutely stubborn she is ( how stubborn they both are ). it's something that started what feels like a lifetime ago back in madripoor, and it hasn't changed just because the scenery has.

at least more often than not @maavel doesn't have the benefit of a gunshot wound to her abdomen taking his side in these arguments. now this time around might not be a back - and - forth will - she or won't - she let him take her in for emergency care with the backdrop of a sidestreet in new york city, but considering the current tension between the two of them in this conversation, it might as well be. ( the brick and mortar they're both currently leaning against is giving her more than enough deja vu as it is. )

       "look ...," her eyes have been covered for the last several seconds by the palms of her hands, an expression that comes complete with furrowed brow and a nose that's been broken one too many times all crinkled up ----------- either out of annoyance or attempting to manifest him dropping his objection to her taking this job on her own so they can all move on. "i've done this sort of shit a thousand times over all by myself. i'm a big girl."

it isn't until she frees her eyes that she realizes just how close he is beside her -------- side by side and shoulders touching despite the large area of the wall they have to work with. ( has he always been this close? did he shift while her eyes were closed, or did she do it subconsciously? )

when she looks at him, there are certain facets of his expression that makes her feel like she's staring into a mirror ------- and she hates it when he looks at her with that one - two knockout of blue - grey eyes and a frown. ( while she normally doesn't so much as give a shit about what other people think of her, somehow there's a part of her that cares a little too much about what he does. ) "don't. don't do that." please don't.

she's unsure of what ultimately pushes her past the point of self - preservation reservation to lean into what little space there is between the two of them and press a kiss against that frown ( knowing there's nothing she can say to convince him otherwise? acknowledging the fact she always seems to spend a good amount of these arguments fixated on those little tells in his eyes, or his jaw, or his mouth? ) regardless, she lingers probably a little longer than she should before pulling back. "i'm going, okay? just let me go."

#maavel #maavel / bucky barnes. #lostsouldier #* beta. #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #ldfsdf #my favorite sharon is the sharon completely in denial while also #completely dialed in on the person she absolutely in no way has all the feelings for #the prompt : that kind of ~tension #me : but why not make it tension tension too & have a mini argument ✨ #also this got away from me but it was for a good cause #the real question is does this even make sense #hospital mention cw #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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downtime is difficult to come by in madripoor ---------- it’s one of those places that only seem to get busier as the day ( and night ) go on. neon picks right up where sunlight left off, a seamless transition from one glow to another and back again without any hint of an interruption. as far as cities that never sleep go, hightown makes new york city look like a sleepy, midwestern suburb.

it could be the reason why time feels as if it’s been going at double speed the last few days having @danceapocalyyptic​​ here; his schedule is just as frantic ( even more so, if that was humanly possible ) than hers, after all. the mere fact the two of them were able to find coinciding blocks of hours that added up to more than just a phone call was far too rare for her taste; and now that those last few hours were upon them, she’s already putting together her little plan of attack to convince him to stay just a little bit longer. ( that should be one of the perks of being both the star and the director, right? naming your own hours? she certainly plans on using that rationale if it comes down to it. )

however, karun sitting there in the front seat talking ( to the driver, to them, to himself, she’s not entirely sure ) for what has to have been the last twenty- odd minutes throws a bit of a wrench into things -------- she can’t exactly attempt to argue her case for kingo to stay a few more days with their chaperone’s mile - a - minute verbal competition. so she does what she can; nudging the leg of his that’s closest to her with the toe of her boot and wait for him to notice. she watches silently with a slight lean, positioning her head against the glass of the window just so for when he ultimately looks her way ----------------- and gives him her best pout the moment his gaze pivots up from her foot.

he says nothing, she says nothing ------- though it does become increasingly difficult to keep up her appearance and not trade out her first class sulk for a smile. so she doubles down, puffing out her lip as far as she thinks she can get away with without breaking character. luckily, he beats her to it. “oh my god, stop looking at me like that! i’m gonna end up kissing you.”

she tries her best to feign confusion as to whatever it is he could be talking about, but leave it to the spy to think she can pull one over on the actor. ( or maybe she just likes to let him win. ) “what? this? me? no idea at all what you’re talking about,” she might not be able to go back to that pout now; the corners of her mouth are tugging a little too insistently for her to manage turning them back down. “ ............. do i still get that kiss?”

#danceapocalyyptic #danceapocalyyptic / kingo #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ madripoor undercover. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #she thinks she's So Clever #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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she’s gotten used to having his eyes on her when they don’t have the excuse of it being mission - related ----------- and it certainly helps that she ( for once ) doesn’t mind the added attention; even when it’s first thing in the morning like this when she's feeling a long way from what she would consider presentable. it’s apparently his turn to be the early riser today; a pseudo - award they’ve made a habit of passing back and forth between the two of them like a baton between legs of a race ( and early riser sounds much better than the reality of it all ---------- two people equally shit at getting a full night’s sleep ) that earns him both bragging rights and coffee making duties; the latter of which she makes a beeline for after emerging from the bathroom.

still - damp blonde hair is piled high on the crown of her head in a knot; a small detail that reflects the fact that neither one of them has anywhere important to be for while --------- which means she’s taking her time pouring herself an oversized cup while the neckline of the white tee shirt she’s wearing starts slowly making a break for the curve of her shoulder while she angles the coffee pot. ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ she hears him loud and clear ( they’re the only two in the apartment after all; there’s no one else for either one of them to converse with ) but she doesn’t give @maavel an answer right away. it isn’t as if she’s trying to hide anything ( and it isn’t difficult to see the one article she’s chosen to put on after her shower in no way actually fits her like the rest of her wardrobe might; at the very least, the fabrics gotten accustomed to a much broader set of shoulders than she’s able to provide ), but admitting this early in the morning to being a shirt thief feels a little lazy for someone used to playing a little harder to get.

“am i? huh. how about that.” her eyebrows raise slowly as she takes her first sip, careful not to make eye contact while knowing his are fixed squarely on her and the ever - expanding area of skin over one shoulder. ( whatever poker face she’s able to conjure up this early and without caffeine is going to be fragile at best ------------ way less than bulletproof. and she knows full well if she catches a glimpse of him looking back at her she’s going to lose whatever she’s been able to scrounge up on such short notice. )

“i had absolutely no idea … do you need it back?”

#maavel #maavel / bucky barnes. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #she thinks she's sooooooooooooo clever #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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she’s well aware of the fact she’s three days overdue for this phone call, but she hasn’t exactly been in a situation where she could simply ‘check - in’ ----------------- so she isn’t all that surprised when she’s got the sound of @t0nystrk’s phone ringing keeping her company while she takes one final inventory of her to - go bag so she can finally start the long trip back home.

-------------- and when he does eventually pick up, any agreement that she deserved listening to phone ring again and again ( probably just shy of her having to leave a voicemail which he knows she’s never been good at; a tiny sliver of grace she’s getting that she doesn’t deserve ) gets quickly forgotten when she hears him say her name. “ooooh, i know that tone ------ that’s the ‘ i’m gonna get it later ’ tone, isn’t it ------- ” she switches from holding the phone to pinning it to her shoulder with her cheek so she can have both hands free to zip up the remaining open pockets on her bag.

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

done with the zipper she can concentrate on holding her phone once again, “you know what, i am so regretting saying i thought you sounded incredibly hot on the phone last time,” he’ll have to use his imagination to picture the face she pulls that accompanies the audible groan ---------- the dresser mirror she’s currently standing in front of will, unfortunately, be the only one benefitting from a visual.

“that’s what i get for calling you at 3am when i can’t sleep,” there’s also a part of her that wants to blame it on the jet lag she’d been fighting through, ( and not the part of her that missed him ) but it’s a flimsy excuse at best if left to stand all on its own.

“does that mean i shouldn’t plan on coming by when my plane gets in later?”

#t0nystrk #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ t0nystrk. ⁞ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #so seen #so very very very seen #suggestive cw #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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A finger jabs at the centre of Sharon's forehead, pushing her back onto the bed she was attempting to rise from. ' Nah uh. You can bat your eyes at Barnes all you like, but you're not getting past me. ' Sam is all too familiar with dealing with stubborn injured soldiers. Some of them — the easier bunch to deal with — took being injured as an opportunity to actually get some rest. Most of them had something in their blood that made staying still a foreign concept. He’ll be making no comment as to which category he fell into — all that he’ll say is that he has seen how much more damage a poorly healed injury could do to not only the person, but the situation as well. ‘ How’re those ribs feeling ? ’

her head's already pretty upset with her, so what's another dull pain square in the middle of her forehead? the only problem is, of course, that the newest addition to the headache from hell comes attached to a whole other person hovering over the edge of her bed. still ---------------- she stays in that position for a few moments; wondering if she leans into @maavel's finger long enough he'll just give up and let her go.

no such luck.

"c'mon, sam," she grimaces in defeat as she tries to find a way to lay back down that feels comfortable ( nothing feels comfortable right about now save for maybe the tips of her toes and a lucky pinky finger ), the sour expression on her face twisting just a little bit more when sam suggests she's found a way to get barnes to go easy on her. "i thought you were supposed to be the fun one."

maybe he can redeem himself by letting her sit up instead of having to lay all the way back down -------- now she just has to get the rest of her to agree. specifically, those ribs he's asking about. "they aren't the best they've ever been," the backs of her fingers brush along the edge of the bandage she can feel through fabric. "but let's go with whatever answer gets me out of here quicker, how's that?"

#maavel #maavel / sam wilson. #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #YOU CAN BAT YOUR EYES AT BARNES ALL YOU LIKE #sam's already calling it i love it #are bucky's ears burning somewhere i hope they are

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she isn't sure exactly what it is that gives her away -------- sitting alone and separated from everyone else certainly isn't new behavior, just like keeping quiet and chewing at her lip isn't out of the ordinary either. they're all the things she always does after a mission regardless of how it turns out; habits that she likes to think are under the radar and subtle enough for her to sit and stew whenever the situation calls for it without the rest of her team knowing.

but instead of using  that time for self - reflection, or as it's more often the case lately, getting in a good one - on - one round of beating herself up over all the things that went wrong, she's having to gather herself up as much as she can ( as much as she'll allow him to see ) and putting on a face that says she's perfectly fine.

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞   /   @withoutawar​.

her nose crinkles slightly ---------- as much of a crack in her mask as she wants to indulge in for the moment, even when she knows that steve's right. "i know you're not," that just might be the one thing they're going to agree on in this conversation she's not sure about the rest of it, and it's only just begun. "but you've got enough on your shoulders right now. you shouldn't have to add worrying about me to the rest of it. i'll be fine, i promise."

#withoutawar #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #hiiiiiii 🤍🤍🤍 #sharon vc : im fine #narrator vc : that was a lie she was not fine

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the situation was never meant to be this antagonistic in the first place ----------- but the both of them know how quickly something can shift from just fine to shit in the blink of an eye. ( or in this case, the semi - simultaneous clicks of a half a dozen handguns all pointed at each other. )

now the credit for stirring things up to the point where words felt more like a waste of breath than anything helpful was hers this time around; having to stand there and endure one too many snide comments by their hosts about @otvechet​’s notoriety had gone and shredded what little filter she had left. ( she’d argue it started innocently enough; if one could consider knocking someone’s jaw askew momentarily as innocent. but it hadn’t taken long to escalate from fists to firearms. )

he’s just as annoyed as she is by all this; she can sense it in the tone of his voice once the shouting subsides and his is the one that comes out on top ( the way his jaw flexes isn’t as subtle as maybe he thinks it is in situations like these either ). 

             “let me calm the situation down.” now ------- gun barrels pointed in every direction isn’t going to put anyone at ease; especially when he’s the one with his finger on the trigger, but she’s already said more than enough tonight.

owning up to the fact this is her fault, she mouths a ‘sorry’ to him before her elbow bends and retracts the pistol that had run parallel with his, but it’s only partially true ------------- she’d still punch the guy in the jaw given the chance to do it all again; the only thing she’s sorry about is she didn’t knock a few teeth out for her trouble.

#otvechet #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ otvechet. ⁞ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #dkjfsldk my buckyc@p bias is showing #gun cw #also shar going from zero to feral over one too many WS jokes #is real and relatable #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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she hates to admit it, mostly because these sorts of parties aren’t her thing, but tony stark knows how to throw a good one -------------- a fact she knows she’s going to have to take to the grave with her purely to keep him from knowing that she approves in the first place. and with small talk not being her forte ( far from it; she can only go on for so long talking about things like the weather or sports teams before her eyes start to lose focus and threaten to cross on her ), she knows the best place for her to stay and hopefully stay out of trouble is the bar that tony’s so thoughtfully provided near the back.

and if he’s going to be footing the bill for all of this, she’s going to make sure not to waste her time ----- or insult her host’s hospitality, of course ----- on the beers she could find in her mostly empty refrigerator back home. which is why when @rgerz​ finds her, she’s concentrating on the way the amber - colored liquid in her glass swirls around the lone cube of ice sitting in the middle of it. 

          “y’know something neat? this whisky is almost as old as you are,” she teases with a grin as he slides into the seat next to her, even as the bottle sitting on the bar top is emblazoned with a rather prominent ‘ 25 ’.

“how much have you had?” 

her lips purse as she feigns having to think harder than she should about the best way to answer his question, swirling the whisky one more time before setting the glass down on the little red cocktail napkin in front of her. “eh,” she pinches her thumb and forefinger; the gap between the two no more than one or two inches wide. the color of her cheeks hints that it’s probably a bit of an understatement. the way she grins because she knows that it is all - but confirms it.

           “you know what, you should have some. you’ll do a lot more damage to this than i can.”

#rgerz #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ agent 13. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #the absolute struggle trying to decide #between their main verse and the PI one #but i think this way's cuter because he can't get drunk #alcohol mention cw #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.