#wingedshield

Wincing, he peered up through a half lidded eye. Hoping to god that whoever this was perhaps didn’t put two and two together. “You know, haven’t had a beating like that since calling out the school bully for swiping lunch money. I’d offer you that now, but got all the way here without it. Thanks...”

The flying figure wasn’t unknown to him, he’d have to be living under a rock to be completely unaware. Despite the fact they remained in a hidden location within China didn’t mean they never had the news. Razor Fist was currently be graced with the presence of the new Captain America. It seemed ever since the bus video, which he hated, more attention was being drawn to him and the fact the Ten Rings could be any and everywhere. So much for laying low afterwards. Then again, he was a rather large target himself. His blade wasn’t extended but if the other had seen the viral video, that secret was out in the open. Still, he kept him composure until the other was close enough for Razor Fist to even speak up. “Should I feel honored to have the attention of an Avenger?” 

@wingedshield​

“There hasn’t been a sighting of Avengers in years and suddenly, it’s like you all come at the same time. Should I get worried about another alien invasion?”

“I’M NOT MAD OR ANGRY, SAM. I KNOW YOU DID WHAT YOU THOUGHT RIGHT.“ and he respects that. just as steve had given the shield to sam thinking it was the right thing, sam gave it up. he gets it and he respect that.  the nomad no longer stands in the colorful uniform but he still is the same man as before. and news travel fast, and he got word of Walker, and the Flag Smashers. “Right now, what matters is finding Karli and stop her. I was there during the five years and I understand what she feels.” The flag smashers and their fight. Shades of grey all of it, isn’t it? He remembers the world when the half of the population was gone. The good and the bad, but he can endorse the method. “But if you think that you and Bucky can handle it on your own, then i’ll let you be.” because this is about Sam and Bucky. About them being a team and maybe, he wants to see how that ends. “How are you, though? How’s Bucky?” @wingedshield​

                    Swinging his pa’s old metal lunch box back and forth, Bucky strolls down the street, whistling a song he’s heard on the radio today. He nearly walks into the man stumbling out of an alley to his right. “Oh, hey,” he says, stopping just in time. He squints at the guy – a black – then back into the dimly lit alley. There aren’t a lot of black folks in Brooklyn Heights. Bucky knows they’re slowly moving from Harlem to Bed-Stuy further West, but there are enough idiots around who think it’s offensive if a person whose skin is darker than their sunburn walks around in their neighborhood. Luckily, there isn’t any putz waiting in the alley to rough that guy up some more. “Hey, pal, you good?” he asks, eyeing the man with great interest. His clothes are super weird.​

      “ you super hero types are all the same. ”  she leans forward, giving sam a hardened look as she watches his features.  “ pompous. ”  there’s a trickle of a laugh that drips from the word. something that does not match the look given.  “ especially with all those colors. yarkiy. you blind me almost. ”  she shields her eyes in a dramatic effect.  “ do us all favor. get some fashion advice. ”

“Don’t you dare just jump out of this fucking plane. There aren’t any parachutes on this plane.”