A Hope in Hell

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can we just take a moment and appreciate Mackie’s amazing acting skills

but most of all

Based on this post:

if you don’t think that bucky would send sam a snapchat of a flock of pigeons with the caption “is this your family reunion” then i don’t know what to tell you [x]

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             Sam’s music dampens as he receives a notification and he stops in his jogging, chest heaving as he pants, and he holds the phone so he could see the screen beneath the early morning light.                        

               He sees ‘That One Jackass’ sent him a snap and he inwardly rolls his eyes, before sliding his finger across the notification and opening up the app.                   

               The screen loads before revealing a photo of Central Park and the photo is zoomed in on a bench covered in bird shit and all around it is a horde of grimy, dark-feathered pigeons milling in a tight group. A transparent grey bar floats just beneath all the birds with text reading: “Is this your family reunion?” The asshole had the audacity to add a little pigeon emoji next to the words.

               Sam doesn’t let the messenger get the benefit of him screenshotting it and he lets the timer run out before it vanishes forever. He immediately double taps the screen to send back a picture of his own and lifts his head, squinting his eyes as he gazes around at his surroundings.

               Sam had the weekend off and decided to spend it back in D.C so this morning he took his old route for his morning jog. He just so happened to be passing the WWII memorial.

               With a smirk fighting to play on his features, Sam raises his phone and snaps a photo of the beautiful limestone fountains. He then lowers his phone and types out his message: “I just happened to be passing by your family reunion too.” He makes sure to add a smiling emoji before he sends it off.

               Sam slides his phone back into his pocket, not without resuming the music, and he sets off at a steady jog again. 

               His music immediately quiets and he just knows.

BuckBuck really loves his plums ♡