#shieldedsoldier

jane had truly done her best, but it was after eleven at night. way past the scientists usual bedtime. it had been a wild night out in the city to celebrate one of the top agents at shield's birthday, and upon the sound of more bottles of champagne popping and lots of screaming, she knew it was her queue to exit. darcy had fortunately found old friends and fellow interns to hang out with, so jane saw an opportunity to leave before things got too out of hand and took it. the scientist thinks about her warm, comfortable bed as she walks the wet, dewy back streets of new york, expertly cutting through a side alleyway. it’s then, she sees a sight that would no doubt mean her night was about to get sufficiently worse. she locks eyes with a male, the very male she had rejected only mere minutes ago back in the club. now, he stands alone, tall and smoking against the graffitied brick wall. “i thought i lost you in there.” he winks, the seedy smile indicating right there and then he was not going to leave her alone until she made herself more clear it seems. 

For a second it almost felt like they were kids back in Brooklyn, getting into trouble -- just not so much trouble that Bucky’s mom ended up scolding them before telling Mrs. Rogers  ( that’s when they really knew they were in for it )  . The last few months have all been like this, but it still felt like it wasn’t enough. For Bucky, at least. He missed this kind of time with Steve when he was away ; the kind of time they had together when they were younger.

Brows raise slightly at the shields it seems Shuri’s made for him -- she was definitely getting creative. Certainly did with his arm  ( the gold was a little flashy but...still pretty cool )  . With a smirk, he teases with confidence,  “ Who says I’m gonna get into any binds? ”  Subconsciously he rolls his shoulder as he speaks, noticing how sore he still is  ( it’s only been a handful of days since the prosthetic was attached )  , but what catches his attention more is a slight hitch in the rotation -- he’ll have to tell Shuri about that one.

He notices how quickly the atmosphere shifts now. Bucky’s own light expression melts away as quickly as his friend’s does. Steve’s words certainly aren’t unexpected. He realizes Steve is just trying to be careful, but he almost wants to roll his eyes. Of course no one expects him to  ‘ drop everything ’  ; he’s pretty sure no one expected his recovery to even be possible. But it was something he wanted to do ; something positive. Naturally he fires back his remark and finds himself relieved when Steve smiles.

A chuckle and Bucky shakes his head lightly at his friend and mutters,   “ You’ll never change, will ya? ”  A smile breaks across his face and he takes a deep breath, sincerity entering his gaze :

      “ -- Wouldn’t mind doing something else. You know...             Whatever it is you guys...do. ”

❛ HAPPY BIRTHDAY , STEVEN ! a little bald eagle told me that your favorite is red velvet . ❜  

           dark eyes look up to the male in front of her, trying to be as deadpan as possible, as if he didn’t just have her pinned down with the metal shields on his arm. oksana had been quick to attack - purely because she was unaware of who the man was and what he was doing. all she saw was a potential threat. but now she knew who he was and all she could do was smirk.   ‘ what? are you going to kill me now, captain? ’

steve draws in deep breaths; consistent, one after the other. his hand is pressed against her shoulder, pinning her to the concrete wall with a little more force than necessary. it was not their first run in with each other but he was beginning to become exasperated with these particular games. he had been informed she was a threat but at this point, he was convinced she was more of a nuisance. that information must have come from an invalid source. perhaps this was her form of a special treatment. would it be considered better or worse that she’d rather toy with him as opposed to attacking     or whatever it was that she did. he didn’t know; not entirely sure if he even wanted to.

brows knit together at the conviction laced within her tone, blue hues glancing to his right where his shield was raised slightly in his hand. it cautiously lowers with the realization. he almost wishes what she said was false though the truth was that she posed no danger to him. not now. steve ignores her accusation for the time being. ❛ i only ever see you when you want somethin’. ❜ he murmurs, letting go of her shoulder before taking a step away from her. ❛ what is it this time, harley? ❜

     Being pinned against the wall was exactly what she would consider a great Friday evening. She knows the soldier is too good to hurt someone who’s only being annoying and not really evil. The whole crime thing had been left behind in favor of a more playful approach. She was a clown, after all! But not only that, she had also developed quite an strange relationship with America’s favorite Captain, not that she was complaining. It was fun, this Tom and Jerry life she was leading.