believe it or not, b.ucky b.arnes and @battleagents j.ohn w.alker are indeed related

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believe it or not, b.ucky b.arnes and @battleagents j.ohn w.alker are indeed related

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âHeh, you say that now, but if I were you, I wouldnât keep my hopes up. Iâm just in this so I donât have to stay inside all day, strapped to a table while they pick me apart.â From what she knew of his backstory, the two of them werenât so different, save for the fact that he didnât need treatments just to put on his clothes or go to the toilet. âWho knows, they might put you on my hit list to tie up loose ends.â
come on, throw your best punch. - John
Well, it wasnât often someone asked him for his full power. He knew how to punch with both, but due to his blade he preferred to use his left hand to keep others at distance to use the weapon of his right arm. Still his brow arched and he shifted his position to prepare for a rather large and powerful swing. Granted, it wouldnât be a punch but a swipe from his blade. Maybe it would test the durability of this new shield. âYou asked for this,â He grumbled out before sending a strong slash his way, putting a majority of his weight behind it and all of his power. If it was blocked and the heated blade didnât cut through, Razor Fist was fully prepared to turn around and send a left hook the other manâs way.Â
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@battleagents in response to Johnâs dissociation
                     HE KNOWS THE GUY, OF COURSE. Heâs seen him on the news ââ first when the government official gave him the name of Captain America, and later when blood dropped off the shieldâs edge. Heâs plain-clothed now, though, so Steve guesses this isnât some mission-related dissociation. âOkay,â he says, taking in the guyâs wet clothes and the 100-yard-stare. Then he nods towards his white Ford Focus a couple of yards to his right. âWant a ride? I can drive you home.â He shifts his weight to take the pressure off his right leg. âIf ya want to, you can also come back home with me. Get a hot drink.â Maybe Walker doesnât have a home anymore.
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{ â } She has the strangest sense that sheâs being FOLLOWED. Clea clutched the latte in her hand tighter, watching the steam rise and swirl in the cool New York air. Her other hand, clenched in her pocket, was beginning to glow with warning. But she kept up her pace.Â
Her coat swirled behind her, a dramatic magenta flourish as she moved.Â
The hairs on her arms began to stick up. Sheâs definitely being followed. Clea kept moving, stopping in front of the Sanctum--throwing her glowing hand in front of her as she twisted around to face her stalker.
âWho the hoary hell are you?â She hissed, eyes glimmering a dangerous violet.Â

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@battleagentsââ asked: did you send a box of johnnie walker whiskey collection to my house?
âYes.â She thought it was funny and who couldnât use a nice set of whiskey for their birthday? Or the holidays, whatever came first for him. âWell technically theyâre from Nick Fury, but donât tell him I stole those if he ever shows up randomly at your door for no particular reason.â
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        SHE COULDNâT REMEMBER the last time sheâd had a quiet night. There were some evenings which passed where she didnât have any real emergencies on her hands, but the heroes of New York seemed ultimately incapable of keeping themselves in one piece. Someone was always climbing â or falling â through her window... sometimes more than once in a night. Sometimes the same person more than once in a night.Â
          She didnât know how they managed before she got there.Â
This was a surprise, however: most people didnât knock on the window. Quickly realizing it was someone new, Becky pulled open the window attached to her fire escape, waving him through.Â
âGet in quick; youâre letting all the cold in,â she chided. âI canât stitch you up if I canât feel my fingertips, now can I?âÂ
Jane Foster & John Walker BFF Vibes
The fact theyâre about the same height when he is sittingâŚ
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