KUNG-FU THIS.

    He tried not to let his facade of steely indifference tumble at the slightest change in the inclement of her affections but still the corner of his mouth tugged at a simper to match her own and his eyebrow twitched upward. “A lesser man would call you cruel.” Maybe if he was allowed in hospitals he would have sent her the bill, but insult her? Never. He took a step closer, but it was cautious, edging even towards unpredictability incarnate. “But I can promise you there’s no man who’s met you that’s ever forgotten the encounter.”

      One swift movement and he’d his mark in the table between them, a knife that should have been familiar to her now embedded into the wood, although he never once broke eye contact. “I think you accidentally left this with me.” With him. In his side. All was fair in love and war.

     DECKS BUCKY BARNES FOR BEING A PRICK.

even criminals need a mom and dad friend

     He’s stoic, his approach quiet but surely not unnoticed. His forearms braced against the door frame as he leaned, brows furrowed and frown squared; it was not often he left his new nest in L.A. so he thought it clear his business was urgent. Grandly did he clear his throat in an attempt at an entrance, although he knew his presence had been accounted for,  “Stop going after the Walsh family.” A pause, not enough for him interrupt but enough for the gruff mutter to settle between the two. “They’re mine.”

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