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the elite had gathered in the triskelion's grand ballroom to reshape global politics over champagne, and, at the center of the crowd was steve rogers-- wearing his navy-and-emerald s.h.i.e.l.d. dress uniform, he looked every bit the authoritative director. he listened to a european minister talk endlessly about trade embargoes, masking his deep boredom behind a flawless facade of polite nods.

but then a senator's wife, emboldened by the third glass of champagne and the sheer, potent proximity of the most powerful man in the free world, stepped into his immediate orbit with a melodic chime of a laugh that grated against his mind. her fingers, adorned with diamonds that flashed like ice, fluttered upward to rest with a light touch against the stiff fabric of his chest, just above his heart, tracing the edge of a medal with a desperate sort of flirtation. steve did not flinch, nor did he offer the warm, boyish smile of the bygone era everyone so foolishly romanticized; instead, his gaze dropped to her hand with a glacial detachment, blue eyes unbearably chilling even as his lips curved into a razor-thin, superficial semblance of amusement. he allowed her the moment for a mere three seconds, enjoying the way her breath caught in her throat when she realized just how utterly unbothered he was by her proximity, before he smoothly stepped backward, his voice a smooth baritone that split through her nervous chatter as he excused himself to attend to a different matter.

his boots clicked with a slow pace as he turned away from the bright, oppressive warmth of the main floor, moving about the periphery of the gala toward the alcove where the shadows lengthened. there, stationed just on the edge of the light like a magnificent, dangerous statue, was the winter soldier, outfitted in sleek, form-fitting tactical leather that offered a striking contrast to the civilian finery surrounding them. around his throat sat a thick, matte-black collar, from which a sturdy, silver-linked chain descended directly into the leather-gloved palm of his master. bucky stood completely still, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line, but his eyes-- those fierce, turbulent eyes-- were pinned entirely on the spot where steve had just been standing, burning with an undisguised heat.

steve approached with a stride of easy-going confidence, the chain in his hand tightening just a bit as he rolled the silver links over his knuckles, feeling the familiar, thrilling resistance of the soldier's posture. he didn't offer a word of greeting, nor did he acknowledge the tension radiating off the assassin in waves; he simply stood before him, towering over his personal pet, his gaze tracing the tight line of bucky's mouth and the furious, rapid rise and fall of his chest. the utter absurdity of the assassin's possessiveness in a room filled with global dignitaries was nothing short of delicious, a brilliant distraction from the tedious politics steve had been enduring all evening. a handsomely genuine smirk began to tug at the corner of steve's lips-- a cruel, beautiful expression that was entirely reserved for the man at the end of his leash.

did you two have a nice chat?

the sheer audacity of the question made steve let out a gently amused chuckle that crawled deep within his chest, and, instead of responding with the harsh reprimand the asset likely expected, steve let the silver leash slacken just a bit, his posture softening into an ease that was thoroughly wicked.

reaching down, steve caught bucky's leather-clad hand, his broad fingers wrapping around the soldier's wrist to lift it upward between them. with total care, he brought the back of bucky's hand up to his own lips, pressing a slow, firm kiss against the sleek leather, his gaze never once leaving the assassin's face.

hiii!!

6— 𝐴 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒

this is basically cheating i realize, but i chose Buckeyes by MF DOOM from his Special Herbs and Spices series, which contains all of his instrumentals (both used in songs and skits and unreleased including by his alter egos). king geedorah is a very nostalgic album for me and this remains one of my favorite instrumentals of his

i've dreamed of using this as the op for an animated series since a teenager LOL

Seeing his own daughtr so distraught, Hashirama knelt down and held his arms out due to that sad face Kana was making... The elder knew how as a child, new things could be terrifying, something so unknown to them. However, since Hashirama was a part of the academy, in a sense, he felt that she would be safe there.