#saintrenee

I don’t know if this is what you were looking for but I hope you like it.

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It was Beau who noticed her first, sitting on her bed while Jester played with her hair. Jester was sitting behind her, up against the headboard, and was humming to herself as she did… something to Beau’s hair with Beau sitting between her legs. Beau looked up from the book she was reading when she saw movement through the window and frowned, lowering the book down into her lap.

“What’s Yasha doing out on the balcony?” she asked, leaning forward. Jester stopped her humming and leaned over Beau’s shoulder. “There,” Beau said, pointing. “Do you see her in the rain?”

Lightning lit up the entire world outside and cast the tall, muscled body of their friend as she sat out on the balcony.

“Why is she just sitting in the rain?” Jester asked.

Beau huffed as she hopped up from the bed. “Let’s go ask her.”

Jester hurried to follow her. “Don’t get your hair wet! I’m not done.”

Beau chuckled in amusement and went over to the door to the balcony, pushing it open and then kneeling down in the doorway to stay dry from the rain. “Hey, Yash?” The silhouette of Yasha moved and she thought that she might have looked up at her but she didn’t speak. “Whatcha doing out there?”

Wow I 100% thought you meant like, you’re family specifically not the state

You cant say that and not also tell us the wine

Delsin raises a brow at your question. “Fly and—whaaat?” He squints as he tries to imagine what you mean. “I could like—spray a really long, wonky line across a wall or somethin’?” He still seems really confused. His powers don’t allow him to fly exactly; he just kind of launches himself into the air.

The story of how Matt gets adopted by 20 odd people and foggy breaths a sigh of relief. He can finally rest, his dumb ass friend is looked after

ohhh my god but what if it turns into like a... daredevil defense squad? or like a daredevil watch group? 

where they all keep their eyes and ears open and coordinate to help both matt and daredevil

like... suddenly the little old lady from the bakery around the corner stops matt nearly every morning on his way to work because she needs his opinion on some new baked good and she had noticed him talking to foggy about picking out the flavors in her scones before (but really she just thinks he’s looking a little too thin these days)

or the night owls that keep an eye out their windows to track his progress through his city and maybe they even check in with one another when they hear gun shots or a fight to make sure daredevil is seen walking around after

i hope you’ve found some relief by now! i just realized i didn’t really tony/bucky this, but this is probably how i’d start something like that anyway i hope it’s okay

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Bucky slows to astop, his gaze unfocusing and Tony’s handful of popcorn doesn’t quitemake it to his mouth. Bucky moved into the Tower not long after thedisaster in Washington, D.C. The chemical cocktail that had beenkeeping him docile and malleable for Hydra had worn off after a monthon the run and he’d let Steve find him in Jersey. He’s…a mess, toput it gently.

Natasha might be theonly person alive who has been through something even remotelysimilar and she’s been guiding him through the process ofreintegration and starting recovery. Steve is earnest, but not a hellof a lot of help because he’s almost as much of a mess and thehistory between them makes things difficult for Bucky more often thannot. Tony’s support has been more of the background variety becausewhile he absolutely doesn’t blame the guy for being the killer of hisparents, it’s still a little bit of a roadblock between them andanything resembling friendship at this point. They’re both probablygoing to need a lot more therapy.

Regardless, Tonyknows what it looks like when Bucky’s losing his grip on the here andnow. Before he can react, Ace, Bucky’s gray standard poodle who he’dbeen partnered up with just a week after arriving at the Tower,springs to her feet and races out of the room.

“Buck?” Stevesays and Bucky just stiffens, hands clenching into fists.

The others arestarting to notice something is going on.

A moment later, Acecomes scurrying back in with a Moxie and presses it into Bucky’shand.

Bucky startles andlooks down, even as his hand curls around the can. He lifts it in adaze and Ace very gently bites his sweats and tugs him toward thesofa.

The movement and thecold soda in his hand seems to help bring him out of it and Buckyfollows her, sinking down onto the couch and opening the soda with acrack that makes him let out a slow breath. “Thanks, Ace,” hemurmurs. She wags her tail and then hops up on the couch and gingerlyclimbs into his lap. The rest of the tension goes out of Bucky’s bodyand everyone else relaxes too, aside from Steve.

Tony nudges hiselbow and Steve glances at him, anxiety written over his entire face.“Relax, Cap. He’s good. Everything’s good.”

Steve sighs and nodsand Tony squeezes his hand.