mikah barnes-rogers || 21 || she/her
Holy water cannot help you now.
A thousand armies couldn’t keep me out !!
I don’t want your money, I don’t want your crown -
See, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down!
Hayden doesn’t know a lot about what an aesthetic was, or how you keep one. He could offer his assistance though for Mikah. “You could always combine the two? I think training is cool, why not show that off too?” He struggles just keeping his ONE account updated. Although when you’re missing for two years that puts all social media on hold. There was so much he missed — but he was handling it okay he thinks. “It’s good to do something different.”
She pauses for a moment, like the thought had never occurred to her. Okay, maybe it hadn’t. Really, though, that might work. She didn’t want to turn into a gym rat account, and then how hipster was too hipster, when it came to aesthetics? “Huh. Never thought to just narrow it down. Now I feel a little silly. My other account is mostly selfies. I mean, duh. I can’t really do selfies on this other account, if you catch my drift.” Which, he might not, because that was the single most unhelpful hint about what the focus of her second account was.
you know who [MIKAH BARNES-ROGERS] wants to see around new york? [UTP (female or nb only) ] their [FIRST LOVE] who is [21-23] years old. [YOU DON’T HAVE TO] contact them at [miikahs] (This wasn’t necessarily mikah’s first relationship, but she describes it as her first real heartbreak. it’s somewhat recent, too. they broke up at most two years ago, and have had minimal to no contact since then. since mikah’s dads are (technically) heroes, i lean more towards the other person coming from villains. overdone? probably? cute as hell and heart wrenching? always. i’m open to them eventually getting back together, or eventually moving on and coming to terms with the fact that loving someone doesn’t mean you have to be with them.)
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you know who [MIKAH BARNES-ROGERS] wants to see around new york? [UTP] their [ROOMMATE(S) - two max] who is [19-24] years old. [YOU DON’T HAVE TO] contact them at [miikahs] (mikah’s behavior is largely cryptid in nature. that roommate who’s out all night and you don’t really see during the day, whose presence is only indicated by more dishes in the sink or a soda can she forgot on the coffee table. that’s her, most days. juggling schoolwork with vigilante work is tough. but her roommates are, like, her best friends, even if they can all get on each others’ nerves at times. as they’re all basically not-quite- or barely-even-in their 20s, there’s room for a lot of potential conflict and fluctuations in their dynamic. they’re all figuring out who they are as people, and they’re having to do it while crammed in a box with two other people who are also figuring themselves out.)
The civilian leaves with a confused look on her face, but Hayden was thankful that she didn’t put up a fight trying to get more information out of him. He really hates reporters sometimes. His gaze softens looking over at Mikah. He was guilty of being awful with answering his phone as it was usually on silent MOST of the time. “You have two Instagram accounts?” It was his first question, but he leans in to look at the two pictures regardless. “Let me see the options we’re working with.”
“Yeah, I’ve had this second one, like...almost a year? Long story.” She shows him two photos, swiping between them a few times. “I’ve kinda been sticking to more of a scenery type theme, but. With the end of the month coming up, I dunno if I should switch to, like, training stuff, or, like, more aesthetic stuff like that one.” She took the account pretty seriously for something she’d only started as a joke.
“i’ve gotta go to a meeting today,” hugo began, talking aloud but clearly interested in getting the opinion of the person beside him. it was an important thing, this wretched meeting, and as charming as the little dancer could be, he sometimes hated having to put on his serious ‘lawyer face’. it could be terribly boring. “tell me – does this look nice, but like i’m still serious?”
“I mean, I think you look like you’re ready for your confirmation, but. You’ve looked like that since you were first old enough to have a confirmation. Get some rest, tall child.” She chuckles, amused by her own joke but not sure if Hugo would get it. She decided the Avengers had had entirely too many kids between them, because she couldn’t recall which ones understood which jokes. “But, no, you look fine, Hugo.”
“I don’t know what you saw, but I SWEAR there’s nothing going on here.” Hayden reassures the other as he crosses his arms over his chest — leather gloves fitted under a leather jacket. It still feels weird to be back at work doing ANYTHING really. He was making the best of the situation, it’s all he COULD do.
“Yup.” A hard pop at the end of the word for punctuation. “Nothing at all. Run along. And keep your mouth shut.” Saccharine smile plastered on until the other person left, she turned her attention back to Hayden. “So! Like I was trying to say. I’m taking a vote, but all of us are terrible at answering our phones, so. Which of these two pictures looks better? I need to update my, uh, other Insta.” Because what else is a vigilante supposed to do other than make an account for her alter ego?
Wren rolls their eyes. “Doesn’t mean you have to stare.” They tug the shirt down again, making sure their back is covered. “Might,” they scoff. “Right. Great.” They know that they could be quick to jump to conclusions, but sometimes it was hard not to.
“People stare at a lot of stuff. Doesn’t mean they’ll demand an explanation. And if they do, that’s a better point to snap at ‘em.” She shrugged, not entirely put off by the other’s attitude. After all, they’re not much worse than other people she associates with. “And I mean. Scars like that either have a really shitty story or a really cool one. I’m pretty good at weighing out if it’s worth asking.”
It had taken a long time for Wren to feel any semblance of normalcy, and she tended to be rather standoffish any time that people made her feel otherwise. Especially if she didn’t know the person particularly well. Bending over to pick up the soccer ball, her shirt slipped up her back, revealing part of a nasty scar. Wren didn’t even notice until she looked up and caught someone staring.
Her expression hardened into a glare. “What?” she snapped.
A sharp click/pop noise is all Mikah gives in response. Oh-kay, then. She throws her hands up a bit, palms out. “Easy, tiger. Can’t walk around with shit like that and expect no one to notice.” Not that she’d know from experience. Very few injuries she ever sustained scarred, and those were only the really nasty ones, the sort that took even her mutation some time to repair. “ ‘sides, I might not ‘a even said anything.”
⎣ brianna hildebrand, trans female, she/her⎤ I just saw [ MIKAH BARNES-ROGERS ] walking around new york they’re [ 21 ] years old and they’re the child of [ BUCKY BARNES & STEVE ROGERS ]. Their abilities are [HEALING FACTOR & HAND TO HAND COMBAT] and they are working as [COLLEGE STUDENT/VIGILANTE]. at their best they’re [PROTECTIVE & DRIVEN] but at their worst they can be [STANDOFFISH & BROODY]. ( jaie, ze/hir, 21, cst)
and mikah!
mikah was adopted into the family, having spent her early years bouncing around foster care, a mutant flying under the radar. it was a fluke that they were discovered at all.
up to that point, they were an unofficial test subject, as a lighter way to put it. abuse victim. she was an abuse victim.
she doesn’t like to talk about the time she spent in foster care, but she came to steve and bucky a definite problem child. attachment issues galore. angry. untrusting. isolated.
it took time (and therapy) but she likes to think she came around at a pretty okay pace, all things considered.
the whole ‘vigilante’ thing wasn’t something she planned on. she’d planned to just be a normal college kid.
the fun thing about mikah is everyone expected her to be more like bucky, but in reality she’s another steve. she doesn’t like bullies, and she doesn’t care if they’ve got almost a foot in height and about 150 pounds on her. she’ll kick their ass.
she learned at a young age that you can’t always rely on some saving grace, sometimes you have to be the saving grace.
after the first couple times, she figured why the hell not and she’s pretty much embraced the vigilante gig, keeping it on the down low of course.
speaking of keeping it on the DL follow her alter ego’s instagram fglkjfsklfjs
yeah she made a whole instagram and it’s locked down, tracking wise. you can try, but you can’t track it.
the page is also how she keeps tabs on people and gets tips and requests. she’s not a mercenary, though. she’ll gladly direct you to one, but it’s not her.
the gig pays, like, nothing, but she’s not in it for the money. she’s in it to help people.
with the mask off, she’s pretty awkward. most people think her being standoffish is because she hates people but like. she doesn’t. really know how to people. she struggles to people.
not to say she’s a ray of sunshine if you befriend her. she’s got a coldness about her. but she’s not terrible.
also she’s a disaster lesbian catch her falling in love with every pretty girl in a sundress. but also every pretty girl with spikes and leather jackets and mowhawks. but also every pretty girl in sweaters and big glasses. and just. she likes girls, y’all.
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