#70yearsofwinter

✘ ⌖ ➶ The black 2025 Ford Mustang roared its way to the arrivals entrance at the airport. Natasha had to admit, for the first time in a very long time, she was happy. Dare she say it? She was nearly giddy. One of her closest friends was finally coming back to New York. There was no judgement in the fact that Steve Rogers needed a sojourn after the war against Thanos. He'd given everything he has to keep the world safe; it was a about time he was afforded a break. Natasha had to admit, though, she had missed him while he was away. In her near century of life, she could count on one hand the number of people that she actually trusts, and the former Captain America was absolutely one of them.

With Bucky in the passenger seat, she kept her eyes on the road, swerving around cars going far too slow for her tastes. Bucky was a completely different matter as well. She didn't know if there was a term for what they were, but that didn't bother her. Bridges that she thought long since demolished were being rebuilt. Slowly, but steadily. It was truly the first time since the "blip" that she felt like she belonged somewhere; that she had a family. Of course, all of these good feelings put the redhead on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. If she was happy, then surely there was some evil mastermind about to put their world dominating plan into action.

For now, however, she was content to lose herself in the moment and Chappell Roan that played through the speakers.

( dragged violently from here ) @70yearsofwinter

[msg to: ★ james ★] if there are no cinnamon glaze, or bacon and syrup ones, is it even worth the travel?

[msg to: ★ james ★] asking for a friend

@70yearsofwinter asked: "Did we fall asleep? Сука…" + "Mm, not moving, fuck you. You can stay if you want, don't care."

Walker   stirred   at   the   sound   of   Bucky’s   voice,   the   gruff   Russian   curse   cutting   through   the   fog   of   sleep   like   a   blade.   His   eyes   cracked   open,   blinking   against   the   soft   morning   light   slipping   through   the   blinds.   His   neck   ached,   and   one   of   his   arms   was   half-asleep—thanks   to   Bucky's   head,   heavier   than   it   looked,   still   resting   against   his   shoulder.   He   glanced   down,   saw   the   metal   arm   draped   across   his   torso   like   it   belonged   there,   and   snorted   quietly.   "Yeah,"   he   muttered,   voice   thick   with   sleep.   "Looks   like   we   did.   Hell   of   a   tactical   error."

He   didn’t   move   right   away.   Part   of   him   wanted   to   shift,   make   a   joke,   throw   off   the   awkward   weight   of   whatever   the   hell   this   was.   But   Bucky’s   next   words   stopped   him   cold—lazy,   grumbling,   and   so   casual   it   hit   harder   than   any   punch   they'd   ever   thrown   at   each   other.   "Mm,   not   moving,   fuck   you.   You   can   stay   if   you   want,   don't   care."   John   scoffed   under   his   breath,   more   amused   than   annoyed.   “Wow.   Real   sweet   talker,   Barnes.   Bet   the   ladies   fall   for   that   charm   every   time.”

@70yearsofwinter asked if i'm not annoying you, what's the point? [sam!]

@70yearsofwinter asked: [ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  ) /accpecting

[ msg to: Alpine's father] Merely suggesting you text me an SOS under the table if things are looking grim.

[ msg to: Alpine's father] And I'll call you with a VERY serious cat emergency.

[ msg to: Alpine's father] If you consider salvaging the rest of your evening, sneaking out, so be it.