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Like, he was talking Apo into becoming a vampire, and it was just... perfect manipulation, and dark, and almost possessive? And it's perfect.

And then the others are asking who was new to the family, cause they didn't see Apo get turned.

It was perfect manipulation of Apo, twisting her thought process until Apo was agreeing and then Apo's, like, horror? I wonder if that can be counted as an ability? Like it was a siren-speak? Charm-speak?

Scott being called 'Sire' is literally perfect, too. Like, I always liked that Vampires turning another becomes Sire and Fledgling...

And the two vampires from two separate 'covens' now forming their own together, subconciously... that is literally the perfect fic material...

Apo is literally the most perfect reaction to being a vampire, like... She was forcefully turned and she needs to survive, want to survive, but she hates it. She hates the blood, She hates the urges, and she wants to out the others. But Apo also doesn't want to get killed herself, so she says nothing.

And Scott letting others know about him so readily if it hides the rest of his coven is... like... oddly sweet?

Hearing that Cleo just tried massacre the village because she was hungry is such a... like... Fledgling without their Sire thing to do? They were thirsty, they didn't have her sire, and there were just so many people around?

Bob has always had them, somewhere inside of him. Dark thoughts he shoved away until they manifested into a darker version of him, always cynical or protective of Bob, wanting what's best for him but not trusting anyone else to make sure it happens. The Darker version, Void, would rather Bob be alone than have anyone that could potentially hurt him around.

And Sentry formed from always being on guard, always having to protect himself, always wanting to protect his mother even when she wasn't the kindest to him. He wanted to save his father from himself too, but it always backfired and got him hurt until he didn't feel it anymore. Bob learned how to not feel and to act first whilst thinking things through. He learned how to disassociate from the pain.

When Bob went through Project Sentry, it gave him names for the conflicting emotions inside of himself. It gave him power, it gave them power.

But Yelena has always been able to hear them. Has always been able to communicate with them like they were completely different people in completely different bodies.

And when the team had to fight Sentry? A part of her hurt when she realized. Had called out to him mentally from behind and Sentry responded. But then he also kicked her ass six ways from Sunday, or just about at least, and then Void took over because he realized and wanted to meet her, but Valentine tried to kill them. Tried to inadvertently kill Yelena, again.

Void became pissed, had become so angry he was blinded by it. He wanted to help people, but he went about it so wrong and Yelena could hear him. Could hear he wanted to help others in his own twisted way. So she walked into the darkness, much to Void's chargin.

Void sees her shame, hears her pain and feels it like his own. Feels her desperation and fear and lets her cross into Bob's room, even though no one else could do that. Even let the other Thunderbolts* in too, because he knew Yelena and Bob needed them. Void wasn't happy about it, he wanted them to prove themselves. But Sentry had said something about their pain, how it was less around the others. How one was Yelena's dad and Yelena had no shame around him, embarrassment yes, but no shame in her dad. No fear of him.

Void let them find him, just to see what they would do. Heard Yelena recognize the room. He fought with them, taking care not to actually hurt Yelena like Sentry did. He could hear her pleading for them all to be let go. For New York to be let go even. Void wasn't sure if Yelena knew she was begging through the telepathy bond.

Void let Bob beat him, just to see what Yelena would do. Felt her sickening realization. Felt Yelena's fear. Felt her pain. He even heard her yelling out, begging Bob to stop. He felt her fight, her struggling, heard her in the bond that was blasted all the way open with no way to close it. Felt Yelena stop Bob from hurting himself--from hurt Void anymore than he had.

Void let them all go, let New York go, because Yelena has proved herself to him in that moment. He was putting his trust in Yelena. He even told her so when Bob started spacing out, disassociating.

There was a scuffle of flooring that had Bucky looking up and smiling. Loki was just turning the corner, no doubt announcing his presence so as to not startle Bucky. He was still very much an assassin on the run from whatever number of agencies.

"Mornin' darlin'," Bucky smiled as much as he could, a small and soft thing that was pretty much only reserved for Loki. Loki blinked, taking in the scene for a moment before a smile stretched onto his face. There was a light pink on his face as he used Bucky's jacket to wrap further around himself, hiding the fact he was wearing one of Bucky's shirts too. Bucky felt all warm at the image of Loki in his clothes.

"Good morning," Loki intoned, moving further into the room as Bucky moved towards the coffee maker. He knew how Loki liked his coffee if he deigned to have coffee, and more recently the God of Mischief has been craving coffee—mostly black with sugar and a touch of creamer and some honey. Loki took a deep breath, his magic wrapping around the room like a lazy wolf and a warm presence.

Bucky felt himself warm, not having noticed the chill that had slowly been slipping into him.

"You forgot to light the fire again, ástkærr." Loki noted, sounding more amused than anything. Loki probably only noticed because it wasn't sweltering hot in their cabin. Bucky shrugged, flipping another pancake while be waited for the coffee maker, but now pouting that the others may have been too cold. Loki came up beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning against him. "Smells good."

"Good. Made them from scratch so they should taste better than when… anyone else makes them." Bucky hesitated, tilting his head as he thought about his words. It wasn't that he was upset by being affiliated with The Avengers, but the avengers were a touchy subject for Loki regardless of who they were friends with.

Bucky turned, wrapping his arms around Loki, who sounded briefly surprised before melting against the Super Soldier. The two stood there in silence, just holding one another. Bucky could tell when the pancakes were done, and the bacon he had moved off the heat when he wasn't paying attention. They were fine for a few minutes while Bucky held his lover.

"How long have you been up?" Loki asked, letting go of Bucky to snag the coffee pot, the smell becoming too much for him and Bucky knew he just needed his caffeine allowance for the day. Bucky shrugged, moving to take the now finished bacon oit of the pan, being careful not to get anything that would leave residue on his metal arm. Grease was such a pain to get off his arm, and it ended up everywhere if there was a lot.

"Don't remember when I got up." Bucky answered when his shrug was not answer enough. Loki made a displeased hum, even as he slipped on his coffee and moved towards their nook—a booth built into a section of their cabin that had a wall on either side and wasn't good for much else than storage… until Loki had seen a picture of a booth sectioned away in a magazine.

It kept most of the kitchen free for them to move around. Or dance at night when Bucky was particularly sentimental about his past and Loki felt like indulging him. Bucky har loved dancing once upon a time, and Loki reminded him of that.

"That's not usually a good thing, you know." Loki hummed. Bucky shrugged as he got the last of the pancakes off the pan. He had enough to feed a small sized family, but the two of them had big appetites for their own reasons. Loki to power his magic more thoroughly seeing as he doesn't have access to Asgard, and Bucky because of the Super Solider serum.

"Sorry there's no eggs, we ran out last night and I didn't feel up to going outside to the hen house." Bucky shivered at just the thought of it. Loki's magic responded by wrapping a little more around him, warming him just a touch more. Loki smiled at him as Bucky set the shared plate down at the center of the table. They needed plates, silverware, the bacon… syrup… Bucky's mind started running and he turned to go get the other items they needed…

Loki snickered as he levitated and moved the dishes around the kitchen. Bucky froze, waiting until everything had passed him before turning and giving Loki a fond but exasperated expression.

"I was gonna grab them, darlin'." Bucky told him, watching in amusement as a cup floating past him, seemingly dancing before setting itself where Bucky always set his cups. Black coffee and Bucky could smell the honey inside it.

"I know, but I also want us to sit down and eat together." Loki smiled, his expression softening as Bucky relented. He was weak to Loki, especially when the other was wearing his clothes.

After breakfast, Bucky pulled Loki to the living room, letting the two of them curl up on the couch together after lighting a fire. Loki had no real preference as to the temperature of their cabin. If it had been just him living at the cabin, Bucky felt he could hazard a guess that Loki would never light the fire.

Bucky hummed, holding Loki close to him and hiding his face against the other's shoulder. He felt exhausted, but he had no real desire to sleep. Loki playing with his hair was not helping the battle that Bucky was trying to fight.

"You should sleep," Loki murmured. Bucky shook his head, sighing quietly as he fiddled with the edge of his shirt on Loki. He hadn't noticed it earlier, having been too distracted by Loki in his jacket.

"I love how you look in my shirt." Bucky murmured, reaching up and pressing a kiss to Loki's temple. Loki scoffed, a content smile on his face as he leaned further into Bucky.

"I know you do." Loki murmured back, turning and kissing Bucky's lips. Bucky smiled shyly, much to Loki's obvious amusement. "But you know you should sleep." Loki chuckled, settling down and sighing in contentment.

Bucky grumbled, but let Loki lull him into a light sleep. He knew the moment he started having a nightmare that Loki would wake him up or pull his mind away from the terrible memories.