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“Need help?” His voice was quiet in order not to startle the stranger too much.

The smaller raven-haired female walked into the branch cuffs around her wrists. Her aura was clouded just like her hetero-chromatic orbs. She’d at one pointed been an investigator who had been kidnapped and tortured. They deemed her too far gone to keep as a detective, but she wasn’t far enough gone to be killed so they made her an Enforcer. She looked at the man in front of her. ‘h…Hello….’

          [ text; bucky ] that’s it? you disappear for days and that’s all you can say?           [ text; bucky ] if you wanted to leave, all you had to do was say so.

          [ text; bucky ] yeah, sure. where were you thinking?

Thank you so much! I really appreciate that. <3

The older "man" was sitting having been awoken by an evil organization bent on domination. He'd laughed until they revealed his niece there still in her deep slumber covered in burns from the humans when she'd been in his care. Dagon was watching a man with metal limbs, kind of absentmindedly, run laps. He wasn't there for his no he was there to corrupt but not for the organization no even though her sent them he was going to get his niece back. He picked his book up moving the black green strands from his face.

“No, no, nope. Not gonna ride that crazy thing even if you pay me a million bucks.” Steve huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glared at his friend. While coming to the Coney Island was a good idea a few hours ago, looking at the dreadful Cyclone right before his eyes now was...seemed scary. “You just go ahead, I’ll be waiting here.”

“Please don’t do this.” He begged. Steve was finally happy and the idea of losing Bucky again hurt. Heck it gave him nightmares. “Don’t leave.” He grabbed his friends wrist to try to hold him back, a painful expression spread across his face.