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Bucky scoffs, head tilted to look at Sam, one hand in the air, palm facing the ceiling. “Playin’ air taxi with you is better than it was with Toro. Don’t got to worry bout catchin’ on fire.” Smiling to show he's teasing. Knows how hard Sam has to work to lift him.

His guns were in their cases and his Winter Soldier uniform was almost civilian wear, once he took off the holsters and put the sleeve back on. Easy. Not like the Cap uniform.

          // @scriptdust​ ( john sheppard ) sent,  ❝  that’s not going away any time soon.  ❞

          He can offer no disagreement. Through the viewport, a ship lingers in lower, geosynchronous orbit, a barrier to their own purposes. Whatever the reasons for its presence, their proven poor luck is unlikely offer no easy way out, a convenient early departure. Not if precedent is anything to judge by. Cam leans forward over the console, chin balanced upon his hand ( not out of disinterest, mind; merely a grim, fatigued resignation ). He straightens, however, at Sheppard’s confirmation of his own suspicions, mustering the resolve for action.    

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BARNES IS CHOMPING AT THE BIT,   pulling on the reins and stamping his feet.   the terms and conditions that steve lay before him,   the unknown present at the forefront,   rattles his new hire.   cocky smile still plays on his lip but underneath,   the boss is disappointed.   he had hoped bucky would be a yes man.   but if the man is bold enough,   challenging enough,   maybe he’ll prove to be a better asset than a yes man. face breaks into a wide grin.   chuckle rumbles past smooth lips as he shakes his head.   pizza and coke,   of both varieties,   sounds amazing.   especially the new york kind.   “sure,   i’ll buy.   but it’ll be a reward for a job well done.”   if you pass,   is what steve doesn’t say. fingers loop around a keyring.   take a flashy car would not be steve’s first choice but he’s not going to comment.   this is barnes’ show.   the blonde will see how this plays out and what tricks the new hire can pull. keys shove in jean pocket,   fingers pulling out his phone.   steve sends a quick text,   letting his men know they were on the move and that they needed to be read.   if they took a flashy car,   a high speed chase would be in order.   hell, maybe even a drive buy.   how well would barnes work under pressure?   how well did he work when his plan did not go accordingly?   only time would tell. they enter a lift,    taking it down to the garage.   it’s a square of concrete with echoing walls.   spotlights circle around everyone of his cars and bikes.   the blonde nods his head. “take your pick,    barnes.”

     𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋,  to  spear  a  hook  through  a  slice  of  pizza  and  dangle  it  before  some  unsuspecting  fool.  just  to  facilitate  your  bidding ?  DEPRAVITY  knows  no  bounds  here ...  

     IT WORKS.   lightning  eyes  spark  with  eager  delight  when  the  offer  is  made.  hell,  james  even  feels  a  sudden  rush  of  PRIDE  when  he  sees  what  he  thinks  to  be  a  genuine  smile  on  steve’s  face.  if  steve  is  letting  barnes  see  even  a  glimpse  of  his  sense  of  humor,       surely  it  must  mean  the  mafioso  is  starting  to  feel  a  little  more  comfortable  around  him,  right ?    he  complements  steve’s  cheshire  grin  with  another  one  of  his  own,  suddenly  buoyant  in  his  steps.      

   ❛  yeah ?     let’s  get  this  show  on  the  road  then !  ❜  

     the  garage  is  a  magnificent  sight  to  behold !  james  is  like  a  kid  in  a  candy  store,  instantly  salivating,  eyes  as  wide  as  saucers.  ❛  damn --  ❜  he  says  lowly,  an  impressed  whistle  cutting  through  the  air.  he  approaches  a  nearby  mclaren  -  shimmering  a  deep  shade  of  CRIMSON  -  and  chuckles  as  he  bends  over  to  stick  his  head  through  the  open  window.          ❛  well  -  fuck  me,  ❜  he  breathes  while  examining  the  sleek  leather  seats,  expensive  features  and  polished  design.   ❛  you  ever  actually  take  these  out  for  a  spin ?  or  are  they  just  trophies ?  ❜   steve  did  not  strike  him  as  the  flashy  type,  but  the  TRUE  crime  would  be  keeping  these  beauties  locked  up  tight,  never  to  see  the  light  of  day  or  the  gleam  of  night.  

     through  the  window,  something  else  catches  the  man’s  attention  and  the  playful  charade  is  broken  with  genuine  amazement.  he  pushes  away  from  the  fancy  car  and  over  towards  a  nearby  motorbike,  the  air  exhaling  quickly  from  his  lungs.    black  with  dark  gold  embellishments,  james  finally  believes  in  love  at  first  sight.   he  bites  his  lip  and  carefully  runs  his  hand  over  the  handlebar   -   touching  the  agusta  like  one  might  handle  a  lover.   james  shakes  his  head  in  a  daze.   ❛  well  ain’t  you  a  stunner ?  ❜  he  allows  himself  one  guilty,  unprofessional  moment  before  blinking  back  to  reality  with  a  heavy  sigh.         ❛  one  day,  baby ... ❜    an  intimate  promise  made  between  him  and  the  bike.    

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