#(ic ask.)

Bucky tilts his head slightly. It had been well over a couple weeks since he escaped Hydra with Valentine’s help. “I thought you might want this back.”

He pulls Valentine’s blood weapon from his back, holding it out to him.

- @the-winter-soldierr

@bombgirl!

"Thank you," she says softly. The guilt of her mistake settles heavy in her, a sinking feeling in her gut. Though it wasn't really a mistake, in all honesty, it was something far out of her control. But she can't help but overthink it, to wonder what if one of the others had taken the hit instead.

Her head hurt, and she felt terrible, but at the very least, Tommy's presence was like an anchor. Something safe in the storm of her thoughts. It was soothing, even if it stung at first. The gentle way Tommy dabs at her face, the way she was so careful with her. It made her chest swell.

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

@eldritchsign said: “what did you expect after all that rain?” from Frank.

"Well, not for people to forget how to drive!"

The vexation in John's voice was not directed at Frank, but instead the car that had nearly collided with them as they stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street — its acceleration too great to avoid sliding across the asphalt slick with rain and past a stop sign, sending them stumbling backwards to evade it. Normally a far more understanding person on general principle, he was no longer predisposed to forgiveness when someone else had been endangered.

As the vehicle made a hasty turn down a side street, the driver offering a hasty wave in lieu of an apology, he pressed his lips together. "They probably drive like that whether it's raining or not."

Send me ϟ for my muse to tell yours the story behind one of their scars.

It took a bit of deliberation before Kaki decided to tell this particular story.

“I used to not be a fighter, you know,” she started. “I wasn’t until I was already an adult. Originally, I was an emergency responder in search and rescue.”

After a few moments of silence, she pulled the collar of her armor down—the material creaking as it stretched along with the pull of her finger—just far enough to expose a deep, crater-shaped scar just below the left side of her clavicle.

“I got this when we dug a man out from under some rubble. He came to as we were pulling him out, and the first thing he saw was me, holding up the slab of concrete that he had been trapped under.” She let her armor go back to its normal state before continuing. “What we didn’t anticipate was him having a gun—a real gun, with actual metal bullets, not one of the blasters we were used to. The bullet’s still in there. It’s too close to an artery to remove, so…”

She shrugged.

“I didn’t blame the man when it happened, and I still don’t blame him now. I would have been terrified if the first thing I saw after being buried under rubble was someone from the same faction that destroyed my city trying to help me, too. It's a wonder that I didn't drop the slab, crushing us all.

"But, I think that was one of the first times I was confronted with the manufactured hypocrisy of the society I grew up in. After cutting your throat, it extended an opposite hand to offer its help...

even if only briefly,   ahri stands on the tips of her toes and places her hands square on her hips as she stares up at this   . . .   tree of a man.   her lips quirk and twist,   and her ears wiggle and flick about,   peeling back before springing upright again.

puffing her cheeks,   she stands flat on her feet once more.     “     hmph.   you are   . . .   tall.   i feel like you should squat to meet my eyes and greet me properly.   looking at you is making my neck hurt.     ”

she pauses.

@xenovair​ sent:   Fluffs his hair " pretty pretty birdy man " Shes tired and loopy ok