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@boybcnd replied to your post: “I wanna lick the popsicle!” :

Tony vc: That's MY popsicle!!! >:(

⚔️ - It was probably a bad choice.  In hindsight, there was no probably about it. But it was his only one, it really was, if he didn’ want Steve catching him.

It’s not that he didn’t like Steve, or didn’t want to be his friend. He did. Or, part of him did, part of him sometimes even felt a little like he expected love too. So it’s not that he didn’t like him, it’s that he knew if he ran into Steve there was no way he was getting loose again. Steve was probably so angry he left Wakanda with no word and no explanation, but the guy jus’ didn’t get it. 

He needed to be out. To figure out who he was and what he planned to do, if he really was so hard to kill and he really was free of all mind control well, who was he now? He was a risk to Wakanda, a risk to Steve and Sam and they were already tryin’ so hard to fix the mess he caused by forcing them to run from the Accords.

Staying with them? It wasn’t fair, and it wouldn’t help. Steve told him all these stories about their past, and yeah, they were nice stories but they missed a lot of things. Him. Bucky. They were all through a pretty lense of a kids best friend, a kid without the attention of detail, he needed non bias information, he needed a life.

Getting information wasn’t easy, at least that hadn’t changed through the years, and breakin’ into city halls had gotten a lot harder with the security lock down from all the drama with the civil war and accords or whatever the people were fussing over this time.

He’d managed it of course, he wasn’t well trained for nothin’ but he’d promised himself he wouldn’t kill anyone in there. No civilians. Evil guys? Sure. Nazi’s would always find a fuckin’ knife, but he didn’t want to cause more strife. When Security had come charging, tipped off by some kid who shouldn’t have been there, he’d fought. Of course he’d fought, he couldn’t be held but he’d been careful. 

It turns out caring makes you sloppy, enough that during the fight something in his arm slipped. The metal grinding in a way that sent fire up his shoulder. It hurt like all hell, even as he made it out. Scaled the walls and got away. 

Got away in time to hear them calling for Captain America. Shit. 

The first few days were spent trying to fix it of course, you don’t hurtle yourself into death without giving it a good punch first. Instinct told him to go and find Princess Shuri. She’d help him, she was too damn good. Good enough he didn’t even doubt she’d do what she could. And that’s why he didn’t. He’d left to not be a risk, Steve expected him to go there, so did every Government official gunning for his head.

He’d only had one option left. A mad one, one that might just get him killed but in all honesty he’d rather risk getting himself killed than any of the others who’d gone through so much for him. 

Tony was a risk but he was a calculated one. 

A bleedin’ heart who’d already lost his team and learnt so much shit who - if Bucky was lucky, might have more questions than anger. He’d answer them, he would, if possible. And in turn hopefully get his arm fixed. 

There was a lot hinging on the unpredictable positivity of human nature here but as Bucky shifts and slides the lab door open - his arm twitching visibly enough that pain screams through his ‘ead and has him gripping roughly at the table top - he thinks he’s hung on to less stable things.

He trips the personal alarm deliberately, holding his arm to his chest and stepping back until the window was behind him. Bucky wasn’t entirely stupid. He has two hidden knifes and a small handgun, as well as an immediate escape out of the glass. He’d just rather use none of it. Eyeing the door warily, waiting for the guy to come before he holds his hand up in a universal sign of peace. 

The metal one against his chest grinds again. That’s really not a good sound. 

                The fact that the first words out of Rick’s mouth upon meeting Tony Stark were “Shut the fuck up!” was probably a pretty good indicator that things were going to be a disaster (which they were).

In his defense, Tony had gotten a whole lot more first words in, mostly along the lines of how he didn’t need a damn bodyguard and this was a waste of their time, and it built and built until Rick’s nails are digging into his palm. 

The silence of space was almost deafening, the time seemed as if it stood still. Slowly, the god of mischief floated through the vast universe, unable to move and, in truth, not even daring to move.Yet again, he almost died, but managed to escape Lady Death by an inch - for a price. His neck was broken, and any wrong move could render him dead there and then. Still, that was a small price to pay. While he did give the Tesseract over to Thanos and basically sacrificed himself, at the same time his actions ensured that Thor would stay alive. The poor sod didn’t even realize that Loki, in fact, wasn’t dead, but perhaps it was for the best. It would only give the god of thunder motivation to take Thanos’ head off his shoulders when it came down to it.

Loki didn’t know how long he had been floating around space. Ever since the explosion of the Statesman where he and Thor were separated, it seemed ages that he was in this weightless state, but it was the very same weightless state that to a degree kept him alive. Eventually, he felt gravity pull on him again. He must have been close to a planet. As he turned mid air thanks to the gravity pull, Loki’s eyes focused on the ground beneath him - destroyed constructions of what seemed to be buildings and ships in the past, the surface all cracked. Gravity itself seemed to be weird as well, he noticed that as bit by bit he slowly inched towards the surface.

Eventually, the back of the god of mischief touched the ground and he closed his eyes. So this was it. This is where he would slowly die, all alone. He slowly contemplated about everything he had done in the past, everything he had done wrong and everybody he wronged as well. Perhaps if it weren’t for footsteps very close to him, he would have been lost in his thoughts still. Opening his eyes finally, Loki was greeted with quite a sight. An unknown blue woman and Stark, out of all people. Well, this was awkward. He cleared his throat and plastered a fake smile on his face. There was no need for them to know about his condition. “Fancy seeing you here, Stark. Never thought we’d cross paths again. Exploring space, yes? I can’t really blame you. It’s nice.” He tried to joke.

me to nyx: can i have a steve? nyx, no hesitation, hands me a cool ranch dorito: yes bowie, fucking LOSES IT