Silver

“Name’s Bucky Barnes.”

“Your message was, intriguing, if not vague. So what is exactly that you need from me?”

     Eyes flick to the arm and back, lightning quick. The Winter Soldier, here in the flesh? He looks unexpectedly... normal. 

skinwalker

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.... until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." -Atticus Finch

Skinwalker: "Yee naaldlooshii" - 'it goes on all fours'. For some, the Skinwalker is very real and very lethal. Even the mere utterance of its name is fated to bring a curse upon you if not the being itself. A skinwalker was once a human, a human who succumbed to the tempting promise of power that only the darkest of arts can bring. As with all magic, it comes at a cost. The sacrifice of someone in their family.

Skinwalkers prowl the woods at night, taking the form of an animal to inflict pain and suffering on others. It has the ability to transform into anything... or anyone by skinning them alive and traipsing around in their skin... like some sort of sick costume.

Mint

The world is a puzzle, so complex and multifaceted that you long to run your hands through the tapestry of its wonders and stay there forever, lost in the threads and colors and stories. You wish to stay there forever and you tell yourself it's to know the world but maybe it's not, maybe it's a fear that you're not enough, that you're so fragile and helpless in a world that moves too fast, to sharply, too many bright, painful colors that you stay locked inside your mind and thoughts, where you decide the tempo of your world, where you can grow and be as competent, as capable as you want, where the world is as wide as you can imagine it and never out of control unless you want it to be. 

@silvernotgrey​

Bucky sat in one of the booths as this small dive bar in the middle of Jersey. He knew he was meeting someone here but didn’t know much beyond that. He took a drink of his beer and scanned the bar, watching the door opening and a man walk in. He checked his watch for the time. 

That must be him, he thought.

“You Silver?” he asked as the man approached the booth.

     Silver wasn’t in the habit of being known. Their day job didn’t require them to show their face, their hobbies very much required them to keep their face hidden. It was all a game, in the grand scheme of things, learning how the world ticked, trying to figure out who was hiding what today. That being said, their skills had gotten them onto the radar of an organization far more vast and dangerous that they usually tangled with... hence the point of contact.