#obckys

    "Did you have an appointment or did you just decide to show up?"

                              her words are too weak to be a statement ;                                no,  it is a plea.  a  prayer passed to  a  non                               existent  deity  who has no interest to listen.

        ❝ Nice of you to drop by. ❞

                                      ❝ Have you ever seen a real,                                              live wolf before?❞

        ❝ That is the w o r s t idea I've ever heard.               And that's coming from me of all people. ❞

          "Step no further if you wish to continue            to draw breath." The Thracian was not a man            to deliver empty threats.

                             curious, he questions & voicing a concern; he needs someone                   that will sit still for a period of time without feeling the need to itch                                                                                       or move ( or at least by much ). 

he’s not been home for long. The mission had been long and hard, and he'd had to sit through debriefing after fucking debriefing, filing reports and statements and more shit than he could shake a stick at before they'd let him come home. So his uniform is left tossed on the bathroom floor, shield propped up against the toilet. He'd come in through the bathroom window; he had no plan to do anything but shower when he got home.                              Of course, he hasn't accounted for Bucky.           He's washing the debris from his hair, shaking out the dust and washing           the grime from hi body when he hears the bathroom door open, feather-light           footsteps stopping after a second. Steve wipes the condensation from the          side of the shower cubicle and smiles at Bucky.                    "Uh—- hi."