“    didn’t  hear  you  call  dibs  on  this  one,    hargreeves.     ”        same  taste  in  crime?      somehow,    they  had  managed  to  run  into  one  another  in  a  continuous  streak    –    scene   after   scene,      case   after   case.     it  had  become  annoying  fairly  quickly,     though  raven  only  showed  amusement  at  the  sight  of  his  frustration.      “    funny,    you  didn’t  mind  my  company  last  night.     pretty  sure  i  felt  you  trying  to  cuddle  at  one  point.    ”

there’s an imaginary countdown in his head , starting at one , never reaching ten . he really shouldn’t be surprised . the first time was weird , the second a coincidence . now , it’s almost to be expected . his arms spread , almost like a challenge , but he makes no move to stop her from stepping all over his crime scene .     ❛   DIBS ,   ❜     whole lot of good it’ll do him , seeing as she’s already there . 

              Another sharp look is thrown Diego’s way and he gathers himself, thinking about their timetable on the situation at hand. He doesn’t like to call himself a  ‘ hero ’  , per se, but Bucky will admit that sometimes this  ‘ hero ’  stuff can be tedious. Of course, it wasn’t any better when they couldn’t agree on a plan.  ( How do they get anything done? )  He takes a breath but comes back only with,  “ I’ve been around way longer than you. Don’t you think I kind of know what I’m doing? ”

holy shit . there’s a second of disbelief , eyebrows going up , up , up . he hates how right bucky is   ——   not that diego would ever admit it out loud , but the guy has way more experience . sure , diego’s been doing this shit since he was a kid , but it doesn’t hold a candle against the millennia of experience bucky has under his belt .

it doesn’t make the plan any less wild .

it also doesn’t change the fact that he’s all in , ready to go at any second . he’ll cover bucky’s back , do what needs to be done . it’s all part of the job .

          ❛     sure,  i  think,  sometimes.  and,  what,  that  means  i  have  to  listen  to  my  thoughts,                  nasty,  mood - wrecking  bastards  that  they  are ?  where’s  the  fun  in  that ?     ❜