#scldat

❛  O… KAY?  ❜ john pauses, beer bottle raised halfway to his mouth, and squints at bucky in the dim of the kitchen  ―  it’s the middle of the goddamn night, and though it’s not rare for one or more of them to be up and about, comes with a tower full of insomniacs and generally troubled sleepers, it is rare for one of them to be suited up and ready for an apparent solo mission. it’s not his business, he decides almost immediately, setting down his beer on the counter and turning back to the fridge, bending to rifle through about a week’s worth of leftover takeout  ―  what happens when you leave alexei and bob to fend for themselves while the rest of the team is gone, evidently. that’s not to say he’s not curious, because he sure as hell is, but he knows better than to pry into barnes’s business, especially when he’s got that stubborn set to his jaw.   ❛  i’m not stopping you, man. you wanna go rogue, be my guest.  ❜     another pause, and his head tilts, thoughtful, rather than simply bemused and slightly irritated now. john glances back at bucky over his shoulder, eyebrows climbing slowly up toward his hairline.    ❛  not my permission you need, anyway. that’d be ‘lena’s.  ❜    technically, it’s val’s, they’re not supposed to move without her say - so, officially, but fuck valentina, and fuck her permission. he’ll defer to yelena first any day. he actually respects yelena. and besides, something tells him this is less than official. for a moment, just a fleeting instant, he considers volunteering to go with, to watch the other’s back while he does whatever it is he’s gotta do, but he dismisses the thought out of hand. why stick his neck out where he already knows he’s not wanted?    ❛  just uh… call, or whatever, when you get where you’re going, and when you’re on your way back. so we know you’re not dead.  ❜     the words stick in his throat, and john tells himself it’s just the awkwardness of actually letting himself voice the concern, rather than the alternative. rather than considering the possibility… if he closes the fridge a little more forcefully than he means to, well, that’s his business.     ❛  or don’t. i’m not your mother.  ❜

@scldat gets 3 photos of Bucky that Karen has. → 📸 (ACCEPTING!)

              under  the  gleam  of  moonlight  ,  he  carefully  strides  through  his  chambers  ,  normally  his  boots  would  create  echoing  booms  throughout  the  hollow  halls  .  he  is  quiet  in  his  movements  upon  seeing  the  figure  occupying  his  bed  ,  unmoving  .  farfetched  to  believe  it  is  actually  peaceful  in  a  bed  that  smells  too  much  like  the  thunderer  ?  one  could  only  hope  ,  but  he  finds  an  easy  stride  towards  the  bed  ,    shedding  himself  of  the  day’s  clothes  .  the  mattress  gives  way  and  shifts  as  his  knees  press  into  it  ,  but  james  makes  no  movements  to  signal  a  disturbance  .  once  close  enough  ,  thor  slides  in  the  space  next  to  him  but  close  enough  that  he’s  nearly  laying  on  top  of  the  man  .  one  arm  hooks  over  his  back  and  underneath  an  arm  so  the  thunderer  can  bury  his  nose  into  long  hair  and  neck  .  he  knows  he  is  heavy  but  james  doesn’t  seem  to  mind  so  much  .  

“   i think the better question is what are you doing awake when it’s the middle of the night? even super soldiers need their sleep.   ”   the quip back blatantly ignores the fact that clint is toeing off his shoes, and laying down on the couch with his head resting on bucky’s leg. a long sigh pushes out of him as he turns onto his side, his face pressed against bucky’s body as he breathes him in. comfort washes over him, his body finally relaxing before he turns his head enough to look up at the soldier,   “   apartment was too empty. had a feeling you’d be up.   ”   which was given away by the fact that clint had been texting him a mere few moments ago. 

“alright,  fine.  where  is  it  you  wanted  to  go?”

“ You say that like its a ... BAD THING, Sargent Barnes. ”

reputation.

reputation.