#brooklyndinosaur

@brooklyndinosaur // s.c.

“You sure ‘bout that, Stevie?” he asked before he disappeared back to his search. “You damn well better have not, though, punk. You’ll be wearin’ this icin’ otherwise.” There was a pause and he sighed while looking around before he added quietly, “When I find it.”

“You know what day it is, Steve?” Bucky asks, flashing her friend a small smile. It’s true that time seems to run together a little when the team is out in the middle of nowhere, but Bucky’s been keeping track, and besides, July 4th is one day that the whole US Army celebrates. And she’s got a surprise in her pocket, a bar of chocolate that she traded about 100 cigarettes for. It’s the real deal, too, not the bitter stuff they get with their rations. Back home it wouldn’t be much of a birthday present, but out here it’ll be a rare treat.

[ txt ]: Sorry I banged your sister. But in my defense you ain’t fucked me in a month. In fact I should get a medal for keeping it in your family.

The smaller raven-haired female walked into the branch cuffs around her wrists. Her aura was clouded just like her hetero-chromatic orbs. She’d at one pointed been an investigator who had been kidnapped and tortured. They deemed her too far gone to keep as a detective, but she wasn’t far enough gone to be killed so they made her an Enforcer. She looked at the man in front of her. ‘h…Hello….’