the futurist

       You little fire child, i will swallow you whole and cough up your ash and the ENTIRE WORLD will watch in bewildering ASTONISHMENT at all that you were made of.

As of today, I am performing a soft reset on this blog.

        What this essentially means is that I will be dropping many of my threads, and being selective in replying to the ones I keep. This is a decision I’ve reached for a number of reasons – mostly because I have much less time now that I am back at college and running two other roleplay blogs in addition to this one. Tony is not a muse I want to drop and so this is the alternative to that. 

⇢ ::  love will doubtless be foremost in my mind as I hurl myself into the path of an unstoppable armada.

[ sorry for being absent these last few days !! i’ve been getting my spock blog up and running as well as switching another rp blog from a sideblog to a main. i’m essentially making this post to say i’m going to be here a little less – between new blogs and school starting soon it’s just going to be a little too much if i continue as i have been. 

i’ll be cutting down the number of threads, becoming a little more selective with replies, that kind of thing. there are some threads here i love to death and really want to continue, so i definitely won’t be disappearing completely !! 

Now that was something he’s never heard of. Personally he was indifferent to blueberries, but he was open minded enough to want to try it. Peter looked up from the menu and smirked, tilting his head to the side. “Are you planning on feeding me lots of food and then selling me to a cannibalistic old woman?” He teased, snickering from how many suggestions the man made. “I think I’ll have the strawberry milkshake and some pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I might still be hungry after that but I don’t know what else to eat.” Everything just sounded so good, but he only looked at the dishes with the cheapest prices.

       Tony’s smile turns into a smirk and he leans back. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing. You see right through me, Mr. Parker.” He’s still smiling as he picks up the menu again, flicking from the drinks to the actual food. “I’ll get all that too -- if you’re still hungry after we can get another milkshake or something, as long as it’s not the muffins.”

☆~  His lips stretched into a smile but didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were lit with dolefulness and a hint of heartache. Bucky really did appreciate Tony trying to make things better but his heart still felt heavy as the constant dark cloud floating in the back of his mind. Part of him just couldn’t seem to stop thinking about all that had happened. The anger, frustration and war that no one won. It was all still there and Bucky could not seem to stop thinking about it to save his life.

He wondered how long it was going to be like that. How long it would take until everyone was completely over it or if they would all just shove it in that part of the brain where you can just forget things until someone brings it up out of the blue. Or, could something like that even happen? He doubted it, things seemed like they would never be the same after the Sokovia Accords. With that, Bucky needed to constantly remind himself that it wasn’t all his fault. There were other factors taken into consideration with what happened.

       Tony shrugs, shaking his head. “I don’t believe it for a second. You just need the right motivation, not to mention the right encouragement. Or non-encouragement. Tell me -- are you one of those guys who does something because he was told not to ?? You strike me as the Bucky, yes type, no offense.” He’s trying to lighten the mood by some degree, but he’s not entirely sure how well it’s working. There’s still tension -- unspoken thoughts he knows they’re both concealing and working through. It’s only to be expected, he supposes: to even be here, talking to each other so casually is a major step for the both of them.

       Honestly, though -- if there was only ease right away, after all that had happened, that’s what would really worry him. There may be awkwardness as it is and he may feel like he’s walking out on a tightrope but -- he flies for a living. Tightropes are not a problem. ( Yes, he’s aware he’s taking the metephor a little far, but it works well enough for him. ) 

The spider was a little startled when Tony had asked him if /H E/ was okay; he didn’t want to put the spotlight on himself, but he did trust him enough to share what had happened. “I think I was six when I moved in with May and Ben. I know they were CIA agents, and that they died in a plane crash.” He didn’t know why they hid him or what they were running from, but it was one thing he was definitely wanting to find out. “I found out Hydra was responsible for the crash, but I just don’t know why.”

       Tony flicks over a few screens, brings up Peter’s Avengers file, closes it again, lowers his tablet. “It sounds like Hydra’s taken too much from all of us.” Him, Peter, Bucky, Steve -- Natasha and Clint too, he would say. It seems like wherever they turn Hydra is there, ripping into them as if it could never be brought down.

icarus flew too close to the sun, but at least he flew

“I’m trying to say, I guess… that I hoped I could persuade you to at least talk to him. What he did… it wasn’t right, but it didn’t come from a malicious place. I don’t think Steve Rogers has a malicious bone in his body.” Bucky’s jaw works as he watches Tony pace. He’s ashamed of everything he’s done in the last few decades, but most acutely for the fate Tony’s parents suffered at his hand. “It’s just… Steve shouldn’t be on his own. He’s had more than his fair share of that, and now he is again because he always chooses… chooses me. Even when I’m not worth the sacrifice. The only way I know how to repay him for that is to give him back.”

       “Don’t sell yourself short,” Tony says, circling the couch to settle at the end opposite from Bucky. “You were obviously worth the sacrifice to him.” He doesn’t let any of his own emotions regarding the events break through there: however he feels about it or the repercussions it had, there is no denying the simple fact that Bucky Barnes means the world to Steve Rogers. 

He had purposely not addressed anything else the man had said yet. Who was this guy to think that anything to do with the shadows would fall under his jurisdiction? It was laughable, even. If this guy was after the items or something, then it would really be the other way around.

“Directions? Danger? I did something?” He scratched his cheek in a nervous gesture he didn’t have to fake. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, sir. Was it the hologram? I’m sorry if that scared you, I just wanted to get those guys away from me.”

        He shakes his head, lowering his weapon now. This is a very odd encounter to say the least, but the man doesn’t appear threatening -- right now, anyway. “It was the hologram I noticed, yeah. You don’t see too many of those around, you know. Not exactly standard tech.” Well, it was for him, but he wasn’t anyone -- and neither was his tech.