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Steve: sure, have nice day!

Bucky: ...enjoy the next 24 hours

Sam *nervous*: whAt?

Steve *facepalms*: bucky you can't say things like that

when steve single-handedly returned to camp with the rest of the missing unit , everything became a whirlwind of activity. all of the soldiers were checked &* steve was whisked away to give a full report on everything he'd seen &* what had happened behind enemy lines. HE HASN'T HAD A SECOND TO BREATHE. it's an honor &* he's glad to do it , but there's only really been one thing buzzing in his brain since he got back &* was swiftly separated from everyone ----- he wants to see bucky. see with his own two eyes how he was doing. it wasn't enough to just get him here -- he needed to set eyes &* hands on him. actually catch up without everyone surrounding them. god knows the walk here hadn't been adequate.

peggy seemed to be the only one who grasped why steve could possibly be antsy around about the fourth hour of debriefing. with trust in the both of them a new foundation to build upon , she couldn't cut in too early. when she does -- he barely catches what she's using as a reason for needing him -- he's quick to hop to his feet &* give a formal goodbye &* goodnight to the higher-ups. she leads him to a tent he doesn't recognize -- it's new &* similar enough to the captain's that steve's clueless as he simply goes where she points. inside , baby blues land on bucky like a magnet.

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jbbarnes : “I’m not hurt.”

while it calms the blonde down slightly , it doesn't answer many of his questions. but at least he can cross off making sure bucky was physically okay , now leaving him with the task of figuring out what happened. nodding with one more quick look over , steve backed up to the door of his home , glancing outside to make sure nobody had followed the brunette , before closing and locking the door.

" okay . . so you're not hurt. " he reasoned , looking over bucky just one more time before moving to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. wasn't really the hour for it , but he had a feeling he was going to be up for the night. " so should i be askin who is? " he gave bucky a pointed look. " what's goin on buck? "

if you didn't know any better , just from how anya moved about the house , you'd think it was christmas morning. it might as well have been for the teenager as she quickly dressed for the day.

the day , which happened to be her first day on going on routes with her dad. she'd been practically begging to go with him and finally . . it was determined that she was ready to start going with. she really was. anya was focused when she wanted to be . . . and she had always wanted to be out there with her dad. so much in fact that she was determined to do everything right.

she made sure all her hardy clothes were ready , packed her bag , and woke up early to make breakfast and even coffee. she'd just finished packing some little snacks when she heard footsteps , and smiled with pride before stashing the snacks , and reaching to fill the old thermos with hot coffee.

❛ i checked , double checked , and triple checked , everything i need is packed and ready to go. ❜

▬ @jbbarnes .

Why was it always Earth that weird shit happened to?

Carol floated some distance away from New York City, staring at a… well, it looked alarmingly close to a blackhole. It’d consumed most of the city, and had a drifting debris field circling it. The sliver of comfort she clung to, was that it couldn’t possibly be an actual blackhole. If it was, then Earth would have been destroyed by the time she’d arrived.

That being said, she didn’t know what it was. Maybe a wormhole, but who the hell had opened it and why had it ate New York?

When she dove down to the teams monitoring it – she wasn’t surprised to see different teams clamouring to try and figure out what was going on. S.W.O.R.D was present, as was S.A.B.R.E, NASA… every acronym organisation Carol could think of was here. 

She instinctively headed for S.A.B.R.E.

“There’s a signal coming from it,” a researcher explained, trying his best not to fidget with his tie, glancing at Carol. “We can’t decipher what it says, whatever’s being sent comes out this end completely garbled.”

“Can you at least tell if it’s alien?” She asked.

“No,” he shook his head, “human, alien, AI… whatever it is, it’s too corrupted by the time we receive it for us to properly get anything.” He snapped a finger as if he recalled something, “it sounds like it’s following a pattern though.”

She frowned.

“So, what’s the plan?”

The plan was terrible, not that Carol got a say in it. She was supposed to fly close to the event horizon and hope that her suit’s gear could relay a clearer signal back to S.A.B.R.E command. If not that, then at least pick up something more helpful herself, and return with it. The general consensus was that her powers should protect her from whatever terrible effect the portal could unleash.

Key word: should. That didn’t exactly inspire confidence.

Because there were a few things in the universe Carol decidedly did not mess with. Blackholes were one of them, in fact they were at the top of the damn list. And this thing, while not exactly functioning like a true blackhole, certainly looked the part.

She flew closer, fighting against the sinking feeling in her gut. She passed by pieces of a broken skyscraper, gliding through the debris as if it were an asteroid belt.

Her first hint that something was about to go wrong, was seeing wisps of her energy begin to trail towards the darkness.

“Huh,” Carol frowned, holding up her hand, watching the traces fly towards the blackhole. “That’s not good.”

Her second hint was the stomach-churning sensation of two sources of gravity fighting over her.

The third hint–well, it wasn’t so much as a hint as the realisation that she’d been being pulled closer this entire time, only now had it become obvious. The black horizon she was being dragged to was getting alarmingly large, with nothing inside of it and no light escaping it. Carol tried to fly away and escape, but she couldn’t—and now she was noticing she was getting pulled in faster.

“Oh, shit—”

Carol gasped, eyes snapping open to stare at a sky that was a bright void of white. Her body was sore, and she couldn’t quite remember what happened after she tried to escape the wormhole’s pull. She sat up, finding that she’d landed on a floating piece of sidewalk.

“What the hell…” she murmured, looking around.

The world around her was a whitescape save for chunks of what could only be the remnants of New York City. Pieces of all sizes floating, bouncing off one another and then drifting apart. 

Carol stood, frowning as her ears buzzed from the stark silence of this place. She was thankful when it faded, but what she heard in place of it made her hesitate.

Music.

With no real idea where she should go, she followed the sound, jumping from her little island of concrete to one that looked like a section of an apartment complex. She slipped through a window and landed in an obliterated living room, the couch was sort of just spinning in the air, while a record player floated near to what remained of a wall.

That’s when she saw another person. Someone who looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. He was taller than she was, dark hair, looked a little tired. 

He had been about to call the order to regroup, to get the HELL out of there when Bucky moved to push Steve out of the way. It should have been the other way around. Steve's shield could block enough for the BOTH of them. In theory at least. But his first instinct when the Captain was shoved out of the way, was to make sure that BUCKY was okay.