#closed verse.

IN FAMILIAR ARMS. - Closed Verse

Involving:  My muses : Sharon ( @hightownquccn ) , Bex and Ellie ( @cartersgirls ), Dove ( @cucurrucucuxdove ) and Steve ( @shieldedideals ) and Vox's muses : Amity ( @shesnipes ) and Bucky ( @onceuponawintcr )

Current timeline: Follows the MCU up to Thunderbolts.

Summary: 

Amity is a former SHIELD agent and now super soldier, experimented on by Hydra before they were revealed to be working in SHIELD. She and Sharon were friends before Amity went missing for a period of time before the whole SHIELD breakdown. On the run herself, Sharon didn't know her friend had been held captive and experimented on.

Reunited in Madripoor after Amity escapes Hydra, the two ended up helping Sam, Bucky, and Zemo. When Sharon is pardoned the two returned to the states. At her Virginia home, Sharon discovers two young girls by the names of Ellie (Carter) and Bex (Carter-Barnes) who have been camping out in her home. Eventually she gets out of them that they are both daughters of hers from other universes; one where Steve stayed and another where she and Bucky were together.

Not fully sure what to do with the two of them, but believing their story after an enormous amount of proof, she takes them in. They are a well kept secret. She eventually revealed their presence to Sam and felt obligated to tell Bucky who had a lot on his plate already.

Leaving the girls behind when she gets an emergency call from Bucky, Sharon and Amity were present for the appearance of The Void in New York. Absorbed into the darkness they manage to fight their way out and met up with the now jokingly titled "Thunderbolts" or rather 'New Avengers'.

Sharon and Amity are now silent participants, helping the Thunderbolts as they adjust to trying to be the New Avengers. They along with the girls have moved into the "Watchtower".

Dove, an Inhuman with powers of pain and pleasure manipulation, was brought in as well as the ladies to try and help Bob handle his powers. Dove and Amity have taken a shining to each other which Sharon's teenage daughters have taken on as a mission in setting them up.

Sharon and Bucky are in a weird place in their own relationship. Knowing they did end up together in at least one world and have a kid is a little overwhelming along with knowing Sharon also has a world where she and Steve managed to work out.

Which speaking of, Steve, having chosen not to stay in the past has reappeared in their lives and is determined once he learns about Ellie to be involved in some way even if he has lost his chance with Sharon.

Alas, the burn of conjured fire had rendered him wolf.

He glares. Gone is the wool, one'd think now. Gone are those eyes like lemon jam and the bleating of boyhood. At twenty-three, Henry's both hardened and angry, the smell of smithies in his hair from the heave of great bellows. He had buried his parents and would go wandering so often to the ashes of home, and still, the grasses underfoot would shy from breaking surface. Too wrought. Too charred by magic and its devilish fire.

He rocks on his knees. Past the linden tree where his folks rest, he catches the crunch of footfall.

"Who goes there?" His eyes light up. There lies a forge in them. He is yet unquenched steel, fragile, roaring with heat and ready for a hammering, a steadying, a hiding like it'd render him man, and still, he burns. He grabs the sword by his hip, and turning, sees a shadow as mighty as a mountain.

Strange. How? How had he not heard their coming till now? Down his back, Henry's skin shivers and jumps. "Come out, demon. Or does it comfort you to stay in the dark, gutless like a coward?" Oooh, wolfling!

"He wanted to see you personally," Sir Kobyla had said.

Henry started. "Me?"

"That's right. You." He takes a bite of tack. "And as I'm in a sporting mood, I say we indulge the young lordling. Now, look sharp and keep your wits about you, Henry," he'd ordered. Henry rose. "And don't let him forget he's in our hands now."

What a whirlwind day. What a battle, what a skirmish, and what a fearsomely close call. Still worn, Henry, watching the precession of the Commander's men, eyes the unmistakable colors of one scrupulous Capon. Even here, he would still occupy his temper, the vast world's entirety anchored solely on him. He wore a brilliant coat of red, the shade of lordly Cardinals all geranium-bold. His head would bob elegant in a shade of wheat or honey. His eyes, winking fire, is blue like flame.

Huh. In black, Henry receives him. Now, boots crunching closer, the sparrow meets the hound who had always dogged him.

"Alright, birdy. Here I am," Henry greets. Low. Round in its vowels. A twinge like a mastiff or some arrogant bulldog. Behind him, there would flutter no banner and there would linger no color beyond white and black. Evidently, the mutt on Hans' heels comes uncollared by an owner, and he's young. Quite young. As young as him.

Hans' entourage leaves him. Henry's eyes share the sparrow's own shades of blue.

Henry's bleeding. What the hell, indeed, you maniac! Before him, the bastard he'd wailed on lies limp on the floor. In a few hours time, he supposes, he might apologize properly, head bowed, brows knitted, and his knuckles now bloody clenched mean like a vice. However, that's beyond him right now, furious as he is and indignant as an ox. Aye, the fire of youth and peasant boys, alas! That's what he gets. That's what he gets for talking on sirens.

Well, that went poorly for an undercover assignment.

Though people had their own mini-apartments there tended to be a severe lack of knocking in the Tower. People tended to come waltzing in unannounced at all hours of the day. It was so normal to Dove that he wasn't surprised when he heard footsteps entering his room. He tended to leave his door open as closing it never seemed to deter anyone. Dove'd assumed it was Bob at first but the steps were too light so maybe Yelena who always had something crazy up her sleeve.

Towel around his shoulders he was rummaging in his dresser looking for a shirt to go with the trousers he'd thrown on the bed. "Hey, what do yo- OH," he said as he turned around and spotted Amity. The t-shirt in hand he quickly lowered it to cover himself. Even though he had on his boxer briefs he felt even more underdressed in the current situation.