#sergeantbarnestm

@sergeantbarnestm asked: you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me. (either :) you pick)

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“I don’t know if you noticed, but you kinda need at least some help.” and right now it seemed like Peter was that help. Which was exactly why he was trying to check over the former Winter Soldier for how his injuries were doing. It had been a couple of days since he managed to move the man somewhere out of sight and hopefully out of danger. It wasn’t easy, and the guy was seriously not looking good. Not just from one nasty injury he seemed to have but just, overall. The whole look and vibe was just not good. So Spider-Man did what he did best, try and help.

Even when the person he was helping set off his spider sense as soon as he woke up, and sent Peter immediately onto the ceiling out of the way of one disoriented fight or flight response. Attempting to talk the other man down while upside down still on the ceiling? Slightly eventful.

Said help was currently a rundown apartment on the west side of town that had absolutely seen better days, but at least no one was going to come looking for anyone there. Not when the building manager said he owed the local vigilante a favor for helping him out of a tough spot at least. Mercifully, the guy didn’t ask any questions, just handed over the key to the front door and said to let him know when it was open again. Easy, and super helpful.

[wound]

Gaze keeps attention to the bullet wound at his shoulder, careful in her stitch work as she nears completion of it. It's been needed for him to remove his attire to be able to treat it properly, and she's certainly stayed professional even with a rather shirtless Bucky barnes under her hands.

"Just a few more, and we should be good to get a bandage over it."

@sergeantbarnestm​ ;; intentional and accidental nudes (still accepting) 🍆 Bucky sent an intentional nude

@sergeantbarnestm​ liked for a Starter Roulette and got....

“I know you’re going to hate me for this,” the blonde began as she let herself into his small Brooklyn apartment, carrying a garment bag into the room then carefully laid it on the kitchen island.  “But I don’t really care because I’m too excited.  Okay so, I may have took on the role as your spokesperson, but you were invited toooo-”  Hands drum on the counter, her eyes filled with excitement in an almost childlike matter.  “The Met Gala!  And, yes, you probably have no idea what that is, but it’s this lavish and beautiful and artistic and-and just elaborately extravagant fundraiser for the Met’s Costume Institute.  And yes, it’s pretentious and tone deaf, especially with everything going on in the world, but it’s art.  Anyways, that’s not the point.  The point is you and Sam were both invited this year.  Sam can’t go.  That would look bad politically, but you- oh my god you’d be perfect.  There’d be just enough backlash to get the positive message through that you are out, you are living, and most of all that you deserve to be here and aren’t afraid of what others think of you.  It would be a perfect way to start, especially if you were ever to throw your hat into the socialite political thunder- which I’m not saying you have to- but just out there.  But what’s most important is that I want to see it all.  I’m selfish- I know- but your ticket and table are paid for.  Ultimately it’s up to you, and I know this is so so far from your thing and probably triggers a tidal wave and anxiety, but- just in case- I got in contact with a designer I’d met in Milan and he wants to style you...so he sent a tux with some measurements I had sent him after raiding your closet just to get the base down...and then he’d glamourize it if you say yes....so....what do you think?  Other than you hate me.”

“I can’t leave you two alone for five minutes.” Wanda teased as she walked into the police station, Bucky was being signed out. Sam was somewhere else it seemed but he had called her when Bucky had been arrested. “You owe me dinner, by the way, that was the deal when we both started therapy so I hope bail wasn’t too expensive because I’m thinking thai food in Manhattan.” She reminded him. The pair had decided a bet to keep the other accountable as they began therapy: skipping an appointment meant you had to pay for dinner.

I gotta ---- matt, bucky, loki

"Oh gosh, I don't want to behead any of them."

a pause is stolen, brows furrowing in thought.

"I suppose if the third wasn't an option, i would just wed matt and bed the other two, but if so. . .wed bucky, bed matt, and behead loki - only because they've seemed to have returned from near death before, and with them being a godly being - i doubt i can just easily behead them."

@sergeantbarnestm​ ;; texting starters (still accepting) 💫 a late night text.