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@femfallax​: 🍸 ( to go out for drinks with my muse ) | meme | accepting 

As the words leave Sam’s lips, every other sound in the presently filled dining room almost fades away into the distance, receding into an echo as the words 'I need you’ become amplified. Somewhere deep inside Carmen instinctively knows that everything that they have been through, everything that they have talked about has come to cultivate this shared sphere of emotions. It is why they seek each other out if they find themselves in the same cities. It is the reason why they constantly try to keep some semblance of connection with each other- the late-night conversations, the early morning cup of coffees, or the simple texts simply asking how each other's day went. Carmen too needs Sam but perhaps is not as close to putting it out in the open. As one who finds an oasis in the desert, Carmen sought out the company of Sam- for that was what she had become and oasis providing refuge from the rigors of everyday struggles. Conflicting emotions flash atop Carmen’s features, unsure of what her response should be. While it is true that she feels the same (in a manner of speaking), danger still lurks at every corner. Perhaps it is best to act now when they both still have the chance.

Blue eyes blinked slowly as her brain caught up to what the brunette was saying. And once she did, Bobbi could argue that she made a good point. “Are you sure?” She asked and turned her head to watch Sam take her bag from her. “I don’t want to make you waste the rest of your day just for me,” she replied and ran a tired hand through her hair.

    he waits patiently, wondering what she’d come up with... they’ve had their fair share of good and bad, so the possibilities are endless. of course, she picks the simplest, michael giving her a look of disbelief for a moment before laughing himself.  “ ahh, that was a good one, ” and the fact that she joined in only made it more enjoyable. forehead presses to his, thumb coming up to swipe at cheek briefly, stealing a kiss once she finishes speaking. “ hmm-- i think i’d agree with you on that. even though you had me wrapped around your finger from the start. ”

     “I had some unfinished business. it took a little longer than I planned.” she waves a hand in the air to brush away concern, doubting very much that the gesture will work. she’s aware it’s unfair that sam was left without so much as a word, that one morning she woke and kara had disappeared.  “if I had told you, you would have tried to come with me and…” words cut short due to emotional strain in her tone of voice. promptly, she clears her throat. “I went away. and...now i’m back.”

the winter soldier lives, not only for revenge against hydra. it lives in his veins, unfortunately, this moniker carved through years and years of brainwashed artistry. if he has to be honest, however, there was inevitable ingenuity stripped among the layers of hydra, the fucking zola scientist proved it over and over again through his works with the winter soldier. he’s a product of insanity, turned into a murderer with ease. he was a tool, manmade machine with pilfered memories — it was a cold winter, and he recalls the procedures. how could one make a bionic arm a long time ago? how could one dissect the conscious from subconscious a long time ago? brandishing the knowledge of psychological conundrums that are still questioned by the current day experts. he’s an aftermath, and he slowly regains himself… even when it takes years and years to come.

his reveries for the night are seared with the wisp of bullet sound, swishing through the wind. he peeks through the scope of his m4a1, locating the targets with relative ease as he catches her in his sight. ah, well. she seems to get into a lot of troubles, reminding him of himself. he can just end all of them with the bullets, but where’s the fun in that. he shifts his position, fitting his mask on his face even when it’s unnecessary from this far. points his aim at the ones endangering the targets she seems to be covering for, and shoots the bullets at them. neck-through, believing that the chests are covered by bulletproof vests. it’s least expected by them, the deaths of their comrades. he doesn’t know if it means there will be more to come, since these wolves are not hydra. he doesn’t know them like the back of his hand, but he knows the girl does know them well enough, so it’s time to get his hands dirty.

he does a little parkour, nimble feet bringing himself towards the main point of the fight is. on the rooftop, he can tell that they keep pouring towards her, and after a few previous encounters, he can tell that she’s somewhat wanted by them, dead or alive. just like the winter soldier for the residue of hydra. and maybe, that’s why he’s aiding her. there’s a sense of camaraderie formed between them, even when it’s nonverbal. unsaid. and when he reaches the rooftop with his colt already stored at his back, he chooses to make his entrance dramatic by throwing a knife at one of them, hitting them straight on the temple. he makes a run, bullets quickly raining against him, and he sighs inwardly knowing that using his arm to shield himself from the bullets means he needs a new hoodie. it’s a cheap one anyway.