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“It was only a suggestion. I didn’t say that you had to.. I just thought that if you wanted something and if I didn’t think it woudl raise any red flags, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” Bucky tried to reason with Helmut though he backed up after the first time that the younger man has pushed him. Quickly understanding that the younger man was having what Helmut considered to be a bad day. Frowning but he didn’t attempt to argue with him. Allowing his partner to get it off his chest. 

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Bucky couldn’t help but snicker. Letting Rei touch up and baste the turkey before it went back into the oven. He did sneak a small clump of cookie dough off the other pan and pop it into his mouth. 

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Bucky opens his eyes after a moment. Unsure of how to say what was on his mind without upsetting Steve as he was doing a little better but their bedroom was a mess from his most recent panic attack. 

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​“Hold on a second Tony!” Bucky speaks up while holding his hands out in a bit of a ‘don’t attack me.’ stance. “No one told me that the coffee pot was off limits or.. incredibly delicate. I just wanted a cup of coffee.” 

Nat had briefly passed by them, seeing their little spat. “ooh, that’s Tony’s special coffee pot. I think it was handed down by--” She stopped when she saw the death glare from Barnes. 

“Not helping.” He sighs, shaking his head. It wasn’t something he could just replace. 

Fuck. He’s definitely going to kick me out..

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Rei couldn’t help but giggle at Buckys shocked expression. It was just what she had hoped for. “I planned in advance.” She walked over, leaning up to give him a kiss, not caring about the sweat. She already had a warm washcloth in hand, knowing he would be dirty. Taking his hands she started to gently clean them off. “You must of fixed the heater pretty quick if she had to throw in the sink.” Rei said with a cheeky grin, her way of letting him know his mom was in on this surprised. “Why don’t you go take a nice warm shower. I have dinner in the oven, then we can have cake.”

Bucky was careful not to muss up Rei’s dress when she came towards him. “Planned?” Questioning before returning the kiss. Keeping his hands at his sides. Though he hadn’t stopped her when she began cleaning him up with a warm washcloth. His cheeks burning a deep crimson hue. 

“You convinced my Ma to break her own appliances so that you could break into my apartment and make a birthday dinner for me? You’re crazy, but I love that about you.” Pecking her lips once more. It took everything in him to not ruin her new dress. He wanted to pull her close, kiss her till she was breathless. But, even if his hands were clean. The rest of him was caked in dirt and he assumed that he probably had a decent odor too. 

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Cyron heard his boyfriend messing with Viper’s tank again while he was laying in their bed. It was the fourth time this month he heard the familiar noise of Killian slipping out of bed and walking over to the desk. The slipping noise of the hard plastic mesh cover being taken down and one of the heat lamps being turned off. He rolled over, silently watching his boyfriend. Grinning to himself as he saw Killian carrying the lizard that he claimed he didn’t care about out of the room. 

Silently climbing out of bed, and wandering out of their room. He had to cup a hand over his mouth to quiet the snicker that tried escaping his lips. The glorious sight of catching his boyfriend curled up on the couch, watching a drama film with Viper snuggled up on his chest. 

@notintheipswichboyband​

Another long tireless day of training that had gone south. Asset 98 was still the most stable compared to his fellow subjects. Though, it was clear that if it kept up with him being training bait to the newly serum induced assets, he would end up dead. The deadbolt lock of the cell door was locked behind him as he’d been ordered to get his handler out of the area alive. During his check up, he was left alone with a single nurse. One that was always kinder to him in the smallest of ways. Watching while the panels on his bionic arm had been closed, I.V.’s that pumped fluids into his systems to keep him hydrated were pulled. He didn’t move, knowing that it wasn’t done until he was told to go back to his resting cell. 

“I’m tired of this..” The male nurse muttered, glancing back at the asset. “Ghost, I can’t do this anymore..You need to get out of here.” His voice was quiet, to avoid being picked up by the audio of the AV system. Stepping closer to him to wipe down the I.V. wound. “I removed the tracker in your arm. It’s in your pocket for now. When I come to get you later tonight. Leave it in your cell. You..have some late family members over seas. Go about your evening routine as normal. Just be ready tonight.” Whispering before he sent Ghost back to his room. 

The tired asset wasn’t sure what to believe, just faintly nodding. He believed it was some type of test. But, he obeyed what he’d been told. Eating his tasteless dinner and getting ready for bed. Tucking the small tracker that was in his pocket under the cot mat, between the metal frame and the bedding. Beginning to drift to sleep. He woke up with a start when the deadbolt of his cell room was unlocked. Not speaking as he was instructed to put on his boots and a jacket. A laundry cart was brought into his room. He obeyed being told to strip down his bedding and get into the cart with it. Silent as it left his room. The trip wasn’t too long before he was moved from one cart to another and into a van. He fell asleep during the long drive. 

Waking up again when the van came to a stop, given new clothing, a bag that had his papers and some weapons. He was put on a small plane and given instructions of where to go. He couldn’t believe it, but he didn’t sleep during the long flight. Just watching the cities go by before everything below the plane was just a long mist of clouds and darkness. Reading the file, a small family. A mother and her son. Related to him through his blood line. A couple decades late. But, apparently his nurse had gotten in contact with the mother to re-house Ghost. 

Sure enough at his arrive of the american airport. A woman with a baby was waiting for him. A year later, Ghost had a job and he was helping out around the house. Things were calm, the people in the area and at his little auto tech work place called him Cyron, it was somewhat of a joke name that his caretaker had given him due to how little he spoke. Though one night when he’d come home from his shift the house wasn’t calm. In fact, it was the opposite. His caretaker was dead and little Chase was crying in his crib.

 Tears forming in his eyes while he checked for a pulse before quickly packing everything up for the kid. Gently scooping his baby cousin up into his arms. Soothing the child while he walked back out to his car and just drove off then and there. He’d taken his months of money that he’d been keeping in a safe under his bed with them. He wouldn’t let his little cousin get hurt. His only assumption has been that Hydra had come for him or came to send a message. Unsure of how many back roads he took, how many cities he crossed. 

But he kept driving till the tank of the car was nearly empty. Getting it refilled, he took the child with him to the rest room to clean both of them up. “Shh..little one it is going.. to be okay..No one is..going to hurt you..” Cooing to his cousin. After a feeding of baby food and another tank of gas, he settled down several states away. Another several years passed before he found a safe place to call home. Little Chase was about seven or eight years old. He finally got him into school after raising him and teaching him not only the necessary pre-education subjects but also how to protect himself.