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Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] carrytheshield) wrote2030-03-07 05:09 am

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Action: it's kitty time!

[personal profile] snowjoke 2020-04-15 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Someone mentioned a cat, and Jason's made it his goal to get in and find it. He missed his cat and the idea of just seeing one would be fantastic. He's been wandering around, hearing if anyone else talked about it.
Soon he's found where it is but now there's the main obstacle to the door. He knocks to no response, but he knows the cats in here, and he's determined at this point, it was a simple lock, took little to no time as he goes into the room, soon he's making contact with a fluffy white cat sleeping on the bed. He almost jumps with excitement as he goes over, leaving the door askew and pets the kitty.
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Hey there little man. [He coos, soon crawling into bed to cuddle him, he doesn't seem to be scared of him, and right now Jason could cry from this cat.]
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[personal profile] snowjoke 2020-04-15 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alpine demands more and Jason is more than willing to provide. He cuddles the cat and almost falls asleep when Bucky comes in. He jumps a bit at the sound and rolls over, and it was a pleasant surprise. He looks at him and smiles. ]

Maybe it is a porno. [ He laughs looking up at him, he stretches out like a cat. Putting his arm around Alpine like Bucky interrupted a hookup.]

And honestly, you're a lot hotter than I imagined, so I guess I lucked out to.
krasnaya_smert: I'm gonna love you until you hate me and I'm gonna show you what's really crazy. (Keep your eyes on me now)

action ; you are insane, my desire, a dangerous game, love.

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-06-18 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Natalia has nearly completed reconnaissance on the apparent hotel, ever vigilant and ready to swap masks as is appropriate, when that glint of metal brings about a pause. It can be an illusion, it can be someone else entirely, metal appendages being not nearly as unique as those with specific markings. And while that telltale star may be absent, the arm is still attached to James. A James, at least, all things considered.

[ Bare lips part as a barrage of words gurgle upwards, from code words to questions to remarks on his looks, yet the assassin settles on clarification first - ] Is this Mephisto or Scarlet Witch?

[ Tone makes it more a statement than inquiry, this old hat situation. And like a moon to its planet, her body urges a forward path, to fit limbs into and against James, but Talia executes restraint, coolly standing in her tac suit near the corner she's recently rounded. If it's the Russians doing this...Hell hath no fury like the Black Widow.

[ Or so she's always been told. ]
krasnaya_smert: You are the sun and I am just the planets spinning around you (Make me your Aphrodite)

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-06-19 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ If it is at the hands of mutant or demon, Natalia wonders what accounts for the differences in time, because James doesn’t look the way he did when last they spoke, touched, shared breath. ’We’ll always have the moon’ A hand flutters up like a bird, hovering at collarbones to finger the object hidden beneath the kevlar; a rose. In the very least, he’s given the confirmation desired that it is truly him standing before her and Nat rides that relief straight into him, molding against the soldier sweat and beard and all. ]

< Tell me you’re alright or point me in the right direction to make it so. >

[ Russian and breaths caress James’s skin as arms fiercely keep her body flush with his. If they’ve touched him again Nat will obliterate the motherfuckers. No matter how far she’s come, how much the dark and the red are kept at bay, nothing is off limits where Barnes is involved. The other pressing matters can afford to be placed on pause until the state of James is settled. ]
krasnaya_smert: 'That's true!' (Ah to laugh)

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-06-27 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's noted, the faltering, and coupled with the meaningful manner in which he first gazed upon her, ever more questions burn worse than the absence of James in her space. She acknowledges that they need to move, though, that's obvious, so Natalia doesn't fault him nor fret over the partial distance. There's time for more later. The mission Information first. Assessment and a plain, and Natalia can't be more relieved to know he'll be the one providing it, that James will be with her...even if simultaneously feels like paper cuts on the webbing between one's fingers knowing that if this the true Hell. he's landed a place. Not that either of them haven't damned well earned one a thousand times over. Hurts just the same. Let her be here. Let the others not.

The segue is a perfect opener for the redhead to remark -
] < Talk, yes, and explain why you've chosen to start cosplaying someone who feeds birds in Saint Mark's Square. >

[ The tenderness is palpable as she's delivering the teasing, cobalt orbs falling over James's face (flicking once to that flower). With just as tender of a tug on the beard, Nat swaps over to English, saying - ] Mmm, maybe more like someone in Central Park. Someone who's trained rats to perform alongside the Man With the Silver Arm.
krasnaya_smert: I'm gonna love you until you hate me and I'm gonna show you what's really crazy. (That sparkle in your eyes...)

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-07-01 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
You knew? You felt that tug on your soul as well, alerting you of my presence?

[ Naked lips curl into a small cheeky grin as she sidles up to him with a wink. The flirting, the continued teasing, they're behaviors easily slipped into like her masks and plethoras of personas. Only, with James, Natalia's actions and feelings and remarks are genuine. You will never know someone 100% (without telepathy), but he'll be the only one who will get as close as possible. Clint surely comes in at second, however, he can't properly comprehend what the Red Room was like, what it did. What it still does.

[ With an air of serious contemplation, complete with pointer finger tapping against mouth, Tash quips - ] Depends upon what I get out of it.

[ Which is to say obviously she'll do it. Of course. It'll be a task to concentrate on while James gives her intel on their new living situation. ]
krasnaya_smert: I'm a picture-perfect face w/ that wild in my veins you can hear it in my growl (IDK my BFF spiders & wolves?)

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-07-03 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a hum and an eyeroll, Nat bumps her hip into his, but any irritation is simply for show. There hadn't been time to miss him before and even now a lot is happening in this whirlwind arrival, yet their interactions are swiftly shoving things to the surface and they're not unwelcome. James is home.

[ Little slips past unnoticed where assassins and spies are concerned, less where James is in regards to Natalia. However, it would be unlikely that even the average person would have missed him literally taking the lead ahead of her; she waits to comment, though, instead addressing their pseudo-bargain. ]

Where's the fun in that when you already have to tell me what you know? That's just a given.

[ Which is a decent segue into the elephant boneyard. 

Tasha ghosts fingers along the back of his hand and looks on James kindly.
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< Except for the Thing.[ The Thing that's cause for eggshell dances. ] < Tell me on your own time or not at all. Da? >
krasnaya_smert: I'm gonna love you until you hate me and I'm gonna show you what's really crazy. (That sparkle in your eyes...)

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-07-10 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Natalia isn't one to gush or giggle easily. Blushing naturally is mostly triggered by her Web People. But James utters those words and it sets off physical reactions that are warm and pleasant and intimate. The corners of her mouth creep upwards into a smile that is nothing short of pure adoration. ] You could take me to the roof and it would still be perfect. [ Hand is extended to shake on it. ] A date it is, Barnes.

[ The necklace James gifted her feels like it's taken on more weight, which is impossible, and yet it lays heavier against her skin like it is reacting to their energy, their connection.  ]

Think you can still keep up with me in the club? [ Nat feeds that charge with a challenging look, cobalt blues dancing with impishness.  ]
krasnaya_smert: Just lies and more contradiction (These eyes have seen no conviction)

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-07-12 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At the sight of the weapon, memories of missions and rescues and well-meaning watchfulness play out in the Russian's mind, most gladly but a few with a bitter aftertaste. And makes her ask - ] The duffel bag; what was in yours, if I may ask?

[ Natalia looks from the gun to the owner, hovering in the center of James's room and committing the layout to memory. Ritual drives the categorizing of every possible thing that can be used as a means to cause harm (not against James, but in defense of him, should anyone be fool enough to carry out an attack), but she's also learning his space. The space he took up without her while being trapped here.

[ She hates knowing that.  ]
burntbridges: To the unknown (Curious ☿ For you at last)

action;

[personal profile] burntbridges 2020-08-06 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't actually that late at night. About 10 PM. But it's past Letha's normal bedtime, and she can't seem to find any rest. After a while she gets up and considers speaking to Natalia... but she doesn't want to be a bother. In any case, her curiosity about their male roommate is stronger than her pull toward familiarity.

She knocks on the door to Bucky's room, and calls softly through the door:
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I hope I'm not waking you, Mr. Barnes... I was wondering if you might like some tea, I just put the water on to boil.
burntbridges: To the unknown (Smile ☿ I ain't never)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2020-08-06 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's been learning a bit about modern fashion, and doing her best to follow Natalia's guidance - she's wearing a nightgown with a slightly translucent skirt, but she has the good sense to wear some modest but lacy bloomers under it.

She sets about pouring tea for them, and glances up at him with a shy smile.
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I hope black rose is okay, it's my favorite. Do you want honey?

[As to the second question... her face falls a bit, but she tries to keep the smile pointedly.]

I suppose I'm not used to sleeping alone anymore. I was married before I came here... some nights it's difficult not to think of my husband.
krasnaya_smert: I'm gonna love you until you hate me and I'm gonna show you what's really crazy. (Hug me until I'm in a coma)

Summary wrap up;

[personal profile] krasnaya_smert 2020-08-06 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
{ In which, Natalia shaves James's face and cleans up the ends of his hair. Because it's more important to learn the now, the present, she keeps the conversation on learning all things Hell. She keeps the knowledge of wearing his rose necklace to herself. For now.