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@bcmbsight || meme reply || accepting!

" you haven't called me dipshit all day. "

let himself in, he sees. GOOD. would rather come back to company. to him.

ben blinked in "surprise" like he didn't expect him to be here when he nudged the door closed with his heel on the way inside. glint in his eyes loudly proclaimed overexaggeration. of course he'd be here. that's what ben was counting on. gentle thawp! to the back of a blonde head after a statement like that? can you blame him? playful glare cast down at the supe sitting in the chair inside his little hotel room.

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"Ben? Sorry, I... I thought you were someone I knew."

the light tap on his shoulder brought dean to a quick stop. pivoting on one worn heel of a weathered leather boot--green eyes take in the stranger and gut instinct has him thinking captain america just walked right off the comic books and wandered into elmira, new york out of the blue. curious smile--he's got a bag of food in one hand and a six pack in the other on his way to a motel that's just as run down as the restaurant and corner store he earned his spoils from via fake credit card and i.d. handy things, they are.

"no, sorry. name's dean.." no one can say the hunter isn't observant. studious. takes in his surroundings with a precision that's been drilled in him so deep, it became instinct. something seems off with the guy but he can't figure out what. like he's desperately wanting it to be the person he talked about but dreading it at the same time. that stutter. the narrowing of his pupils. slight twitch of his mouth. course he's never given much credit for how he can measure people within moments. but that's, maybe, how he wants it to be. underestimating is always an advantage. if you work it right.

"Alright mate just hold it."

He can feel the tendrils round his arm, ready if needed to keep this one in check. But right now he's just trying to talk - even if every fibre of his being is telling him to fight and beat getting the v1 out the other, not that it would do much for him to do that and beat him within a inch of his life.

"Just want the v1 and you can have your girl as promised. Come on mate you know it's for the best." Hand held out now, a silent ask for it, he knows he would have brought it, but time is not on their side - he knows any point that flying blonde maniac could be on their tails.

It's a distinctive, unnerving feeling, to succumb to wounds and exhaustion while on a wild pursuit. He's been on the run for too long, longer than his body could resist. Everything was starting to blur, merge with each other. How could he even discern civilization from nothingness, now? Where they close or had he lost them?

When he slumps against what he assumes is either a wall or a tree to take a small breather, he feels his body start to slide down, his consciousness threatening to fade. Blood is pouring down and his head feels light. He can't stop here, this can't be the end for him, but...

The heaviness he felt was supposed to be relinquished to hard ground. Instead, it felt like he was... flying? Oh, yeah, he was probably hallucinating by now. For a few minutes, he wasn't aware of what was going on. Though, once his mind stabilized, he realized he wasn't where he used to be. Definitely not.

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‘I’m not your enemy.’

Steve kept a respectful distance and made sure his hands stayed where they could be seen, giving the other man room before asking anything of him. The warehouse looked as though violence had ripped through it and then wandered off bored, concrete split, metal warped by heat, dust still turning through the light in slow streaks, and the man standing in the middle of it looked ready for the next blow whether it came or not. Steve knew that kind of vigilance. ( Too many years around soldiers, experiments, and men chewed up by somebody else’s ambition had taught him the difference between aggression and survival. ) He let his eyes move over the damage once, quick and practical, then brought them back to Robbie and held there, steady without turning hard. There was no use trying to outmanoeuvre somebody who already looked half a step from bolting. Better to be direct. Better to mean what he said.

‘Steve Rogers. You look like you’ve had a rough night, and I’m guessing I’m not the first person to come through that door. If you want help, I’ll give it. If you want space, I’ll walk back out and leave you to it.’

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// i've gotten a few of these collected and i wanna take a second to tell each one of you how much i appreciate these. sometimes i hang onto 'em just to make me smile as i scroll through my inbox. until i put 'em here in my saved tag to look at when i need a boost. i'm so damn lucky to know every single one of you sweethearts and have you be part of my lil tumblr dash. i'm hoping that wherever you are, whatever you're doing you know that i'm sending you love and i'd give ya one of those lift ya off the ground hugs if i could (and that's your thing). thank you for being my buds. thanks for putting up with this menace and thanks for being people i cherish. right back atcha, btw.

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