Floating...

“hey phaenna,” daedalus greeted his younger sister with an unusually wide smile, the forced niceness of his tone obvious. he wasn’t forcing himself to talk to his sister, he quite enjoyed her presence, rather, he was trying very hard to maintain his anger. more times than he liked to admit he had let his anger get out of control, and he was making an honest effort to control it, lest he set fire to the paragon art studio. “i’m missing a couple of paint brushes, you know- the really nice ones i got for my birthday?” he stated, moving closer to his sister, his forced smile growing harder and harder to maintain. “you haven’t seen them, have you?”  @phxenna​

Phaenna narrowed her eyes at her older brother while gently lifting her obviously not new and very worn paintbrushes. She’s more of less kept and collected paintbrushes most of her life and only throws them away if they really break. Of course, that totally doesn’t mean she may or may not have been eyeing Daedalus’s paintbrushes from time to time. So this was inevitable for him to suspect. Damnit. She admires good tools. “I’ll admit... it has been on my mind to... borrow them in a sense.” She admits wearily. “However I haven’t been able to do much painting because I have to fill out my sketch portfolio. If you promise not to burn anything then you can look through my bag with my brushes over there,” She says pointing to her back over to the side. “You can look to be sure.”

percy paused from chewing on the edge of his thumb, his leg bouncing almost incessantly. he’d only agreed to do this because his art 101 class told him it could count towards extra credit, and honestly, he couldn’t do anything art-related that wasn’t music, BUT HE WAS GETTING SO ANTSY, just sitting there. “ this is so boring, “ he whined in a petulant tone. he was just being childish, but he couldn’t help it really. and now he was making a fool of himself in front of a classmate he barely even knew. “ can’t you just, like, talk to me, or something ? because i swear to god, i’m going to go crazy just sitting here. “ he sighed, however, and got back into the original position he was in, stilling his leg. “ there, happy ? “

So much for a quiet hour or so of art, she was hoping to have. Rolling her eyes at the childish attitude of her volunteer she figures if she’s ever going to get her sketchbook filled by the end of the year to turn in she might as well humor her model. “For you, yes, but you signed up for it.” She countered. She has a feeling if her grade didn’t honestly count for this sketchbook she might actually chuck it at him. But she breathes when he goes back to being still and decides she better appease him while she finishes. “Fine, we can talk. So long as you just hold that position. And seeing as you want to start the conversation what do you feel like talking about then?” Phae says going back to sketching out his body once more and adding in the lines of his clothes as she does so.

hearing his daughters voice, bucky leaned back in his chair and grinned up at her. phaenna had the same spunk that steve had when they were kids, always ready to fight for what they believed in. now that steve was older, the fighting was less common because he had earned their respect, but phae was still their little girl with a lot to learn. “considering i am a part of that establishment… i’m not sure i can be that much help. i can write a strongly worded letter if you think that helps.” he joked, shaking his head a little. keeping his eyes on her, bucky grinned at his daughter again. “i’m so glad you can make time in your busy day for your old man. you know i’m always happy to see my little girl, whenever you have time to spare.”

Phaenna’s smile grew big and she walked further into the classroom saying jokingly back, “Oh, strongly worded letters. The establishment hates those right?” Phae would bet money they lived for it though as she thought to herself and set her bag down by her dad's desk. Phae noticed but mostly ignore the sniper rifle on the table, living with her dad she knew probably most of the weapons he was familiar with and or maybe have had at one point. With the familiarity, she’s not nervous about leaning on his desk next to it and talks to her dad, “You didn’t get sick of seeing me for the holidays? Figured you and Pops would be ready for some alone time after all the kids being home for a while. ”

Phae was relaxing on Asher’s couch with Rascal nuzzling her cheeks as she scratched behind his ears. When she heard the door open she smirked because she knows Asher wasn’t aware she’d found a way into his home and he’d probably be wondering where his dog was. “Is daddy home?” She asked Rascal all baby talk like which made the dog bark in response. “Yeah I hear him too, you gonna go say ‘hi’ or stay here and keep letting me scratch you?” She asked as she started scratching that spot behind his ear he liked so much. He was not planning on moving anytime soon. “Your dog is mine now!” She called out to her brother.

frankly, it was jarring going from broken mess of a human being to attempting to teach students.but bucky had agreed to it, he and steve agreed that he could do this. he had to prove to himself that he could do this, be normal. the guns were what he knew best, holding one was as normal to him as breathing, he could take them apart and rebuild it in minutes, so it was only natural that he would teach about them. with a sniper rifle sitting on his desk, bucky was lost in thought before the sound of the classroom door opening pulled him out of his own brain. without pulling his eyes away from the gun, bucky spoke up. “ sorry, just a little busy… how can i help you? ” his voice was rough, underutilized, but there was a spark of charm somewhere in there, coming back to life after decades of robotic responses. 

“Hm don’t need help at the moment unless you wanna back me up in arguing with my teachers later? I could always use someone in my corner when challenging the establishment.” Phae comments with a mischievous smirk. “But I don’t think you want that headache today.” Phae being as bright as she was became bored very quickly in class. This had been a problem since she was very young. Sometimes she just couldn’t help herself when it came to speaking out in the middle of class when she felt something was stupid, wrong. Bad habits. But she wasn’t here to push them on her father before he started his own class. “If not then don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it,” Phaenna replies playfully. “I was actually coming to see you while my schedule allowed me some free time.”