@vcxatious || the positivity meme || always accepting happiness!

FILE: @vcxatious​​ SUBJECT: we should get you something purple. would really make your eyes pop. STATUS: always accepting the random

          malls and shopping centers were still a thing to get used to.  too many people in one space made the hairs on his arms stand on end.  with clint walking next to him, however, it wasn’t quite as daunting.  he could concentrate on the other, use him as a ground of sorts.

          there was a strawberry banana smoothie in his hand and a paper shopping back in the other.  he’d gotten distracted by one of those smelly stores with way too many candles and decided to pick a few up.  the smoothie?  just a treat.  bucky really really wanted one of those cinnamon rolls for some reason but they’d stumbled on this other booth first.   

          clint’s comment has the soldier tilting his head to the side.  purple?  almost as if it would help bucky looks down at the rest of his attire.  jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie right along with a pair of chucks someone suggested.  steve had always been the artist with the whole color theory thing going for him.  bucky was numbers and mechanics and trying to figure out what made things work.  “ you really think so? “  he wasn’t opposed to purple.  honestly he never thought about it much.  even less so now that he had governments and fighting on the brain.  black was brainless and easy.  also meant he didn’t have to spend quite so much time in malls shopping by himself.

SUBJECT: @vcxatious​ FILE:  i challenge you to an arm wrestle. right here. right now. STATUS: accepting

          there’s a newspaper in one hand and a steaming black coffee in the other.  long locks tousled from the fingers he’d combed through it.  acceptable enough.  so far there were no plans for social interactions which meant a leisurely morning with alpine.  with any luck he’d make it to lunch in blessed silence.

          breakfast was a few egg and bacon sandwiches, which meant the smell still lingered in the air.  crumbles were tossed on the floor for the cat to pick up at his leisure.  but, bucky should’ve known something was going to happen at that first meow.  alpine started rubbing across his leg, looking towards the front door rather expectantly.

          eyes narrow when clint first appears in his field of vision.  although, anything bucky was prepared to say were stopped at the declaration of....arm wrestling.  what?  bucky blinks.  as the words process the assassin takes a sip from his beverage.  the crinkled pages of his newspaper are flattened across the table he’s sitting at.

@vcxatious​ sent:  [ text ] whose pants am I even wearing ? [ @ steve ]

USER :// @vcxatious​ INQUIRY :// “ come here... “ public string { random things } ; always accepting

          the concept of leaning on anyone for support was not something he adhered to.  well, unless a mission called for it.  but, anything else?  he didn’t want to look weak.  steve never wanted to give the impression that the past was so cloudy that he wanted something to anchor him to the present.  for too long he was a burden - called a burden - and refused to be that for anyone ever again.

          but, oh, there were days.  days when it was hard to hold his head up because the weight of everything crushed his chest to a point where he could barely breathe.

text starters  / /  @vcxatious​  / /   [ 📱 — sms ] is everything okay?

[  text   ] :  is it that obvious that it isn’t ?? 

     Natasha is on a minor recon mission that involves her sitting at a coffee shop looking slightly busy for the next two-ish hours until her target goes by and she can tail the elusive woman. She thinks two-ish hours, but it can be anywhere from half an hour to three, and she’s already spent the last twenty minutes discreetly working her way through the files she needs for her next mission. She’s just about to switch over to a set of documents about refinements to her Widow’s Bite (things she shouldn’t really be reading in public but she’s got her back to the wall and no security cameras directly on her, plus a built in blocker on her Starkphone that makes her feel a little more comfortable accessing information on his server while she’s out and about) when there’s a notification that pops up.

[ sms - 243.jpg ] [ txt ] does this look okay?

     Nat swipes down to look at the picture that Barton sent and snorts inelegantly. It’s not a bad photo, but it’s been a long time since she’s seen that much of him in person when he wasn’t bleeding out or something equally foolish. Still, now that she’s looking, it’s actually posed pretty well, though the lighting leaves a little something to be desired.