#thcenemy

  “ that’s  because  it  only  works  if  they  see  you  FAKE  DIE  and  they  can’t  examine  the  body. ”  roman argued in a low hiss that was equal parts desperation and dry amusement, sometimes it was a wonder that half of deans plans were essentially action scenes from old movies and the other half were actually well planned out assaults, finding a balance between the two had to be a struggle for everyone involved.

roman snatched up one of the hung coats at the entrance of the bar, pulling it on and lifting a hood to hide the back of his head and hair before he grabbed a hold of dean’s arm and dragged him into the back of the bar where he then pushed him flat against the far wall.

       “ put  your  hand  around  my  waist  and  laugh  at  something  i  said. ”  roman said in a harsh whisper as he leaned forward, it was easy to duck his face into the crook of dean’s neck given their same height, even easier to curl further forwards to look shorter than he really was in the dimly lit bar.

with the weather getting colder, there was a hardy crowd in the dive, people finding time to mill about with friends as the sun began to set earlier and earlier, the cold sinking in deeper during the night and remaining as a thin layer of frost in the morning. admittedly, the plan dean had probably would have helped also if they were in a actual firefight, not just milling around in a bar. if they got noticed however, dean suspected that the firefight could easily come sooner than he expected. 

while his plan may not have had much merit, dean was mildly surprised by the other’s course of action. finding himself suddenly pressed against the wall, the current level of intoxication dean quickly allowed his mind to get distracted. maybe it was the manhandling, maybe it was the alcohol, but the grin that grew across dean’s face wasn’t fake. a hand wrapped around the man’s body easily, feeling the thick waist as dean began to pull them closer. “ you always did make better plans, ” dean murmured, eyes trailing over the soft hair that covered their jaw, the gentle curve of their lips. the view didn’t last as long as the hunter would have liked, but he wasn’t complaining when roman leaned forward, as if trying to get closer and cover against every inch of dean’s body. 

dean’s hand around the soldier’s waist tightened, the other holding with the half empty bottle of beer dragging to dean’s own mouth. it was an excuse to stop talking, to think, and maybe bear his neck a little more. coherent thoughts were hard to come by however when all dean was able to focus on was how the other’s body seemed to press his against wall of the bar, their breath tickling slightly the light hairs of his neck. “ you know, if this was all just a trick to pin me against the wall, you didn’t have to go through all the effort. i’ll happily be in this position, anytime, anywhere. ”

              He’d been told about what had happened and what lengths Shepherd had been willing to go to ensure the safety of phase two. --- This woman knew no mercy, not even where her children were concerned. As upset as Steve had been after finding out pieces of the plan, knowing that DESTRUCTION was part of the plan rather than protecting the people whose safety should come first... After finding out that it had all been nothing but lies, that he’d been used all over again, a fool to the system, a fool too eager to believe the promises of GOODNESS among people, of working in the dark and the shadows for the greater good... --- No matter how upset he’d been, standing here, seeing Roman and seeing the look on his face... It hurt.

                          It hurt even more than confronting him with the truth had. 

Steve had been forced to do this before; to face a beloved friend who’d long been forced to forget about him, to fight him to ensure the safety of the WORLD... What for? James Buchanan Barnes was put on ice in Wakanda, SHIELD was down, Sandstorm was bad and Roman didn’t remember him, let alone himself.

in between missions meant he was left on his own. of course they still wanted him to sign those damn accords and of course he was holding off as long as he could, but given this sort of freedom he was going to take full advantage of it. he knew it was time to figure out all the differences between this universe and the one he'd come from. the more he knew the more he could use to his advantage should the time come for him to tell shield that he had no interest in signing their accords or destroying any more heroes. steve knew it would mean him and the version of him on this world going rogue but he'd always stood up for what was right, and had something like this happened in his universe he would've done the same damn thing. there had to be another way to do all of this; unfortunately he didn't know what that way would be.

maybe during his travels he'd figure it out. or maybe not. the kid he'd stumbled upon looked familiar in a way that didn't quite sit right with him. if he could figure out where they'd met before he could figure out exactly who he was. "you sure about that?" normally, steve had a damn good memory but something about this kid wasn't coming to mind. maybe they really hadn't met before. or maybe the kid had one of those faces.

Three years ago she had been in a jam packed ER rushing from a case of the sniffles to gunshot wounds to everything in between.  Three years ago she would have never agreed to anything like this.  Of course, a hell of a lot can change in three years.

Meredith told herself that she wouldn’t think about it too deeply.  Doing that only led to a whole host of emotions and right now, the last thing she needed to do was become emotional.  Instead she was looking at this from a purely practical point of view and taking stock of her supplies.  She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t hear his approach at first.

When she did, she gave him a sideways glance.

“You sure you want to sneak up on someone who has sharp objects laid out in front of her?”

          “I was just wondering... what plans do you have for the holidays?” Not everyone celebrates the same festivals or occasions, if they celebrate at all. Brett isn’t quite sure if Roman is religious or not, or if he is from a specific cultural upbringing ( as hinted in his accent ), but he decides to ask either way.

     “Roman, please!” She begged him when he gave a vicious pull to his cuffs, hurting himself more than actually achieving anything in his goal to escape. She walked closer, careful not to step too close despite every cell in her body yelling at her to hug him, to pet his head, to tell him that everything was going to be alright again.

                         “It’s okay, you hear me? You don’t have to remember anything now. Just ask ME. I’ll tell you. Come on, ask me. Let’s talk!” The only reason she was allowed to be here by her own was because currently CAPTAIN AMERICA was in a different interrogation room with Weller, discussing how he might be of use where Roman, his memory, and calming him down was concerned.