Apr 6, 2021
― @whytwolf ♡’d for a starter .
" i didn't lie . . . i do need help, just not with my car. "
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― @whytwolf ♡’d for a starter .
" i didn't lie . . . i do need help, just not with my car. "
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@whytwolf said: 💋 - a starter where our muses have to kiss to maintain their cover. send an emoji for a starter based on the trope.
THERE IS A MOMENT OF DOUBT, EYES AROUND THEM. they could be spotted at any minute, steve is quick, eyes glancing and then focusing back on bucky. oh he hopes this won’t ruin things with them but he remembers what nat had told him once. public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. and so, perhaps, it would work now. “play along.“ he mutters under his breath before he places his hands on bucky’s cheeks, thumb brushing the edge of a jawline before he pulls himself closer and presses his kiss to bucky’s, making sure the kiss is reliable. and perhaps, he lingers and lingers and allows himself this moment to kiss bucky how he had wanted to do all those years ago.
@whytwolf said: DONT Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING
SHE HAS TO LEAVE. AND SHE HAD BEEN READY TO DO SO. she watched him and sam over the docks and prepared her bags, her car ready, to do another work. she can move on, whatever had been happening between her and the soldier ( no, between her and bucky ) had to stop. dangerous, a long time ago a widow would get herself wiped if they dared touch the winter soldier in that way. soft dances to 40s music, play pretend of being just a woman and just a man. sometimes, they would hold hands and linger on touches and she knew this was getting out of hands.
but he found her. about to leave and she tries to look past him and avoid him. and then a hand is gripping on his arm and her back finds a wall and her breath is caught in her throat. and she finds herself face to face with him again, yelena breathes in and breathes out, like an excesses, trying to calm herself. her bag, long forgotten by the floor. “james-bucky. . .you have to let me go.” but she is not moving and her eyes drift over his features, and perhaps her head leans in closer just an inch, mouth gape open as she finds it hard to actually fight him this time. maybe because she doesn’t want to.
👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 10/10 would touch
SEND ME 👌 IF YOUR MUSE THINKS MY MUSE HAS A NICE BUTT
“you say that and yet, never touched it. I call bull.“ @whytwolf
he's just gonna gently take her hand and give her a kiss on her knuckles like the gentleman he is <3
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he’s a gentleman, one that she welcomes. gentle grin crosses her lips at the delicate kiss placed upon her knuckles. head shaking slightly as he releases her hand. “well, ain’t that somethin’? i guess some men do have manners.”
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@whytwolf said: “I won’t go easy on you.” training turned tension starters
LIPS CURVE INTO INMEDIATE SMILE BEFORE SHE TAKES ON HER STANCE. familiar pose for anyone who had ever stepped sight on a black widow. he knows her movements and he knows his and somehow, she has a sense of comfort in training with him. Like a well known battle, or a familiar dance where both know what each other can do. “Wouldn’t expect anything less. Give me your best.” she said, casual teasing movement of hands to invite him to give the first move as she stands there ready to receive a blow.
Oh perhaps they should find a better spot to fight than his apartment but, she does enjoy the noisy neighbors trying to find out what was happening. “I promise not to break your furniture. Much.”
@whytwolf said: [ TACKLE ] : sender instinctively tackles or shields receiver from harm's way. potentially romantic prompts.
SHE IS ALWAYS RUSHING. SHE WAS TOLD THAT WAS HER ISSUE. sometimes it gets the best of her. fighting, she gets too in the heat of battle and focuses too much on the little picture and forgets that they are more than one attacker in the room. ironic, she thinks, when it had been him who taught her that and she never seemed to learn her way. Yelena deals with one of them with ease, super soldiers or not, she is more graceful than all of them, and faster.
but she forgets to check her sides, and someone is in her way with a knife and once she turns to them, she thinks it’s too late and braces herself for a direct hit. and se releases her widow bite to at least take the guy down with her. BUT THE HIT NEVER CAME. a woosh of wind passes through and the weight of a body on her own and a loud thud as the ground receives her. eyes direct to the side and then upward, to where bucky barnes stared back at her for a brief moment where she forgets she is in battle. “Idiot. you could’ve get hurt.” she mumbles through seeing he had catches the knife (of course he would, he was that fast).
there is something there in that moment. concern perhaps, worry. knowing he put himself in the line of fire to shield her away. “you could’ve get hurt.” she repeats again, her hands moving to his shoulders, a gentle push, so they would get up. NOW IT WASN’T THE TIME.
@whytwolf said:❝ why are you here ? ❞ 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. 🔪
“do not worry, I’m not here to throw your furniture again.“ a beat. “your neighbor said hi, by the way.“ and perhaps there is a rare cheeky smile for a fleeting moment upon her lips as she lets the silence linger for a moment before her hand unzips the bag she had been carrying and searches for something inside. “I know you have a record player somewhere around this place.“ and she had thought about using it as a projectile once, because she is all hands on deck and isn’t afraid to get dirty and play dirty when fighting. but somehow, it seemed all too important (she noticed it was alone but taken care of, but never played for a while).
from the bag she pulls a few records. “I believe they are all from the 40s. Like yourself. Someone was throwing them away. So I took them.” What a strange world. people throwing away vestiges of the past and here she was, giving them to someone that perhaps would appreciate it. “I believe even you enjoy music, don’t you?”