@semistable
he wakes at the bottom of a chasm, and worryingly, it isn’t the first time that’s happened. except this time, he’s actually with someone, and that’s always nice. not that having someone else fall down into a chasm with him is nice, because that’s not fun for anyway, but it’s nice not to be alone.
he gets to his feet, dusting himself off, and takes a look at the opening of the chasm ( HAH, AND IF THAT AIN’T A EUPHEMISM ) trying to gauge if they can climb out or not. doesn’t look like it, if he had to take a brief estimate, and it looks like the only other exit is —
ah. past the big hoard of nasty six-armed bastards.
‘ OKAY, we can do this. we’re both strong, handsome men, and probably pretty capable at kicking ass if our movies are anything to go by. i believe in us. why shouldn’t i believe in us? look at you, you’ve got that fucking cool metal arm, and i’ve got my girls. ’
he reaches behind his back and pulls out his two katanas ( BEA AND ARTHUR, HIS GOLDEN GIRLS ) before he brandishes one of them in the direction of the hoard, though his attention and his body stays turned towards bucky.
‘ ONWARDS, sweet prince, for today we go into battle. we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, yada yada yada, winston churchill was a racist, the end. say it with me now: MAXIMUM EFFORT. ’
and he’s off, heading towards the closest outrider — ‘ GET FUCKED, you resident evil looking motherfu— ’ and promptly gets his head torn clean off his body, which is then thrown back towards bucky. it rolls along the ground before coming to a stop at bucky’s feet.













