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   “Look, the guy’s a total nightmare. Worse than my Other. It’s why I avoid him at all costs.”

SMUT STARTERS / ACCEPTING / @redflcgs​ SENT :

“Please? I know I can take it.”

“ Really ? ” Eddie teased with a playful smirk across his defined features. He spun the cane in his hand with a thoughtful hum. “ The ropes will burn, & this cane ? It’s made of genuine gold - that means it’ll sting when it smacks your behind - repeatedly. You’ll be quite sore... & that’ll be before I connect our bodies like puzzle pieces. ”

He did a little spin, & then gestured to the bed with the aforementioned cane. “ Buuut, if you think you can handle that, & more - then won’t you lay yourself on your stomach, love ? ”

@redflcgs​ sent:  “ you're hot as fuck. “ (doesn't even need pre existing context. she'd just say it bc its true.)

spicy enemies to loves prompts

He momentarily avoids the questions, bringing the glass to his lips for something to do. Sylar's answer wasn't a yes, but it certainly wasn't a no either. When she had her less CRAZY moments, there was something to be said about Harley.

@redflcgs​ asked: she a shorty at 5'2 my dudeeee        Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

   with each and every passing mission completed under both their names, the soldier had grown to have some semblance of closeness to harley. “what a fearsome pair they've been in our last mission!”, one of the data analysts praised. “the brute strength of the winter soldier and her acrobatics? they’re near perfect...”, another mused, marvel apparent in the timbre of his voice. after long consideration, they had refrained from wiping the soldier’s mind this time, under the premise that their workmanship would only improve with time (though the soldier was not without some sort of ‘incentive’ to behave). 

   how long ago was that now?

   “кроме того, ты говоришь неправильно.” a phrase he’d been repeating to harley over the past few days. besides, you’re not saying it right. at the request of his partner, he had been teaching her a few russian words and phrases during what little downtime they had before the next stage of the mission. some that he knew were useful, some that harley convinced him to teach her. 

   he sits, with her legs resting upon his lap as he cleans up the scrapes and minor gashes that decorated her knees. without so much as a glance up at her, the soldier repeats the word again. slowly. another moment is spared to listen to her attempt to imitate him. pressure is applied to the disinfectant-soaked gauze upon her wounds, accompanied by a ghost of a smile. “лучше. better.”

   the smile diminishes while he feels her hand reach up to touch his left arm, all the way up to his shoulder. scars littered his body, with some nerves more than likely damaged all in the process of keeping him hydra’s weapon. it hurt, it felt uncomfortable, almost electrifying every time those hydra scientists handled him. this was different, though. she wasn’t some hydra scientist ready to sow him back together or wipe his mind for his next assignment. her hands are gentle as she traces over the traumatized skin with her fingertips. it’s somewhat uncomfortable still, but considerably less so.

   it couldn’t have been more than a second before static is heard through his earpiece, followed by a voice to signal them to move on.

   he exhales through his nose, gauze discarded. 

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“YES,  I  BELIEVE  WE  ARE  QUITE  THE  ATTENTION  SEEKING  PAIR.“  vision  does  not  care,  truly.  public  opinion  about  sentient,  living  (  and  as  close  to  breathing  as  he  can  do  )  synthezoid  androids  is  still  a  rarity.  She  lures  attention  as  well,  though  perhaps  not  for  the  same  reasons,  alas,  it  is  fascinating.  “I  can  shift  my  appearance  to  appear  more.  .  .welcoming,  if  you  so  desire.“  something  for  her  to  take,  if  she  so  wanted,  but  the  android  simply  returns  to  the  previous  asked  question,  without  much  of  a  second  thought.  “But  yes,  I’m  fully  functional.  Ultron  built  himself  a  body,  vibranium  and  the  top  technology  of  Dr.  Cho.  However,  I  believe  this.  .  .“    and  a  finger  reaches  toward  the  mind  stone,  which  glows  upon  touch,  it  seems  to  him  that  it’s  self  aware,  sentient,  like  him.  symbiotic  with  him,  perhaps.  “That  allows  me  to.  .  .change  my  appearance.“