#dragonamongthefaeries

Me and my gf: *watching Jupiter Ascending

Do you know what they'll call Negasonic Teenage Warhead when she turns 20? Butch Bombshell

Query: Is Agent Phil Coulson authorized to interrogate the Asset? [Unknown Number]

Bucky stood nervously in the airport, looking around anxiously for his best friend, who he'd yet to actually meet in person. Steve's flight had just landed, so Bucky was waiting by the baggage claim. He was so fucking excited he could hardly stand it. For the third time in ten minutes, he redid his ponytail. Did he look okay? Was there a stain on his shirt? Was his fly down? Shit, he hoped not. Surreptitiously, he checked. Nope. Still fine. Anxiously, he scanned the crowds again. Would Steve be able to find him? What if his phone had died mid flight?

I used to like solo missions. They used to be so peaceful. This one isn't like that. This one is turning me inside out and I don't know what to do. [Unknown Number]

No wonder you hate going to Stark's parties, if you're always swamped by fat cats like this. You need an extraction, babydoll? JB

Bucky didn't know what he'd been hit with, but one minute he was himself, and the next, he was a gangly teenager holding a gun that felt wrong and too big in his hands, drowning in clothes several sizes too big. His metal arm was gone, replaced by a real one of flesh and bone and blood. He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but one minute he was staring in shock at his now-dead assailants and the next he was running, running far and fast. As fast as his skinny teenaged legs would carry him, anyway. He ended up climbing in Steve's window, wide-eyed and bloody and wearing only too-big boots and the one-sleeved shirt.