.: WINTER SOLDIER. ★

Something about her touched what was left of my humanity.

[owinterer]

              There's a devil you know and a devil you don't,                                                                        One's in your head and one's in your soul.. 

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                   OWINTERER – An Independent, Selective & Private                        JAMES BUCHANAN “BUCKY” BARNES.                                    Earth 616 main, MCU & more available !

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                         As for closure..                                                                              I'll sleep when they're dead.

[tw0f4ced]

“You   should   listen   to   your   woman,   BARNES.   You   don't   want   to   get   hurt   now..”

[owinterer]

“And who the hell do you think you are to try to order me around, Dent? You look like you still need to spend more time in the ward you belong in.”

[mischieflawed]

❝ Damn, I was hoping you only knew five hundred and one ways to kill someone. I am not sure if I am kinky enough for a huge number, but there's a first time for everything. You seem like a good guide, though, that's great, because it's gonna be my first time being murdered.❞

[owinterer]

“Lucky for you, I do know a thing or two about dyin', as someone that's been dead before.” Bucky, you can't just spring that up on someone that easily come on. “If anythin', Death doesn't bite, she's actually pretty nice! As long as you ignore the souls of the damned, of course. Any over the top ways you'd like to know about?”

[burninblood]

<3

[owinterer]

[ Bucky: I wont take people out also Bucky: but if the opportunity's there and they're offering..

I'd like to know how he wound up like this. ]

[mischieflawed]

❝ Not what I was going for, but if it's spicier than being choked out, I am game. ❞

[owinterer]

“I do know more than five hundred ways to take someone out, though if you want it to be a certain way, I ain't judgin'.”

[mischieflawed]

"Someone should take me out."

[owinterer]

“That can be arranged.” James, James no.

[thedevilsjustice]

Matt's night had been quiet for the most part—an attempted robbery and some drunk shenanigans aside that had been resolved rather quickly. All in all it had been quite boring. He wasn't complaining, though, really. Quiet nights meant less people got hurt.

But still, his knuckles ached for a fight, his body full of energy. It was thrumming with something darker beneath, something that made his teeth ache and his muscles coil tight. Like a tiger ready to jump, to bite.

He flexed his fingers, trying to get some of the underlying energy out, expecting this night to end with nothing further to report. Maybe he would need to make a stop at Fogwell's after his patrol, hit the punching bag a few times instead of some wannabe rapists or human traffickers.

But then he heard it—a few blocks from where he was right now. It sounded exactly like something he needed right now: dirty and one-sided and completely illegal, considering the time of night and the sounds of guns being fired.

Matt was on his feet and already jumping from roof to roof before he could get lost into listening for more. His body was reacting on instinct, carrying him from ledge to ledge, never losing his footing.

It didn't take him long to reach his destination, only a few minutes, but still—he was too late. Bodies were littering the floor, no heartbeats, no breathing, one lonely figure still standing. The smell of blood was in the air, metallic and familiar. And so was the man standing amidst the carnage.

Matt decided to step out of the shadows, tilting his head.

"So you would have stopped had I turned up earlier?" Matt asked, gravel in his voice and a hint of anger. "Would have spared them?" He took a step towards Barnes, careful to avoid the bodies at his feet. He shook his head. "I don't think so."

Matt knew he would have tried to stop Barnes, but he also knew that he was no match for the man. Not in a fair fight. The outcome may have been different. He may have been able to stop Barnes long enough for the others to make their escape. A dozen scenarios were about to play out in his mind, but Matt shook his head. There was no use to live in what-ifs.

"Why did you kill them? You didn't have to."

[owinterer]

A soft 'hah' left James as he listened to Matt's words, his right hand coming to rest against his side, right over a huge gash as he tilted his head slightly, taking note of the other's body language despite it was rather dark - but the dark didn't bother him when his mask could allow him to see clearly.

His breath was heavy, shoulders slowly slouching forward as he lowered his head, looking down at his wounds to assess the state he was in - or at least, as much as he could, it didn't feel safe to do so fully, not when tension filled the air between them. His right hand would move lower, fingers digging into the bullet wound just above his hip, taking out the bullet that hadn't made its way through out and simply tossing it to the floor.

His regenerative properties were nothing next to Wolverine's, but they would eventually kick in, that much he knew. Or so, he hoped it would kick in, high pain tolerance aside.

“As I said before, I was attacked.” He began, with a wave of his metal hand down toward the bodies. “But I do believe none of this would've happened if they didn't fuck around and found out.. or if you showed up. Urgh." No, something felt wrong, incredibly wrong and his senses seemed to kick into overdrive. A small ‘tch’ followed by a ‘really?’ left the soldier as he turned around, stepping away from the corpses on the floor for a moment as his right hand came to right upon his chest. The brown haired man looked over his shoulder, back over toward Daredevil for a moment, before his gaze moved elsewhere, unfocused.

“Well aware I didn't have to kill ‘em, Horns, I don’t need a reminder.” Accidents happened, he had to always remind himself most of the times. Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, lips were pressed together, brows furrowed. The pain was trickling in, like wave after wave, it was vicious and honestly he never felt something of the sort but he would keep his cool, even if he knew that he couldn't hide it away. Nothing could be hidden away from Daredevil out of all people. Taking in a deep breath, he straightened his posture slightly, hand returning to the gash at his side, just below his metal shoulder.

He wasn't invincible. Hard to kill, sure, but not invincible. Far from it.

“Put yourself in my shoes for a moment - would be what I'd ask but by the tone of your voice, I think you've already made your mind.” He slowly turned around to face Matt, brows still furrowed, frown on his lips. “I get it, the whole ‘you don’t have to kill anyone' deal, ain't givin' you shit for gettin' on my case. You should know how I operate - I'm not Castle.” Those words were followed by a soft hiss as he hunched over a little more. Steady, James, Steady, were words that he had to keep repeating to himself. He couldn't get away easily, any movement started to feel sluggish but he couldn't let that stop him. Focus. Taking another breath in after an exhale, he steadied himself, tongue coming out just to wet his dry lips as he weighed his next words.

“Hell, I'm pretty sure all of this crap is a trap I've walked into, and you're being played as well, but who the fuck knows anymore.” A shot in the dark about why he had been tailed to this specific location. He wasn't one that would normally fuck around within Matt's territory - he knew how the other worked, he wasn't dumb, but they had forced his hand, put him in a position that was hard to get out of without putting a fight - and by gods he hoped he didn't fight right now. 

“So, tell me – hhn – Devil, what are you going to do about it, huh? Bring me out to justice? Wouldn't that be nice?” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

[owinterer]

Bucky & his bionic arm.

[ I like to believe that the socket for the bionic arm that's attached to Bucky's shoulder actually is partly attached to his nerves, allowing to feel through the arm like it was just still a regular arm with extra bits and bobs. Which does mean that yes, he can touch with it and feel what he touches, however it does mean that certain types of pains (see: Fire/burning) isn't something that he feels on a surface level due to how the arm is built. Though, if someone cuts through the arm or it malfunctions (somehow), he will feel it, just that his pain tolerance is extremely high. While his current arm can do a whole new variety of things, he does prefer to not rely too heavily on them, seeing that he's extremely used to his old arm(s) where he didn't have many fancy gadgets attached to it.

Lacking an arm won't stop him either if his left arm is taken off his body/disabled, he still knows how to defend himself with one arm. ]

[wintersold4h]

James   didn't   get   a   chance   to   react   quickly   enough.   Everything   moved   so   fast.   Alpine   darted   away   to   hide   as   the   shot   rang   out,   echoing   through   the   room.   Steve   gasped,   the   sound   of   his   struggle   mingling   with   the   realization   that   the   man   before   them   was   no   longer   Ghost,   but   the   unyielding   Winter   Soldier.   Watching   everything   unfold,   James   knew   he   had   to   act   swiftly.   Fury   and   Steve   had   pushed   too   far,   failing   to   heed   his   warning   about   the   danger   they   faced.   In   a   fluid   motion,   he   disarmed   Fury,   the   gun   clattering   to   the   ground,   before   turning   his   attention   to   Steve.   With   a   swift   move,   he   pried   the   bionic   grip   from   Steve's   throat,   helping   him   regain   his   breath   as   he   glared   at   the   Winter   Soldier,   hoping   to   find   a   glimmer   of   the   man   he   once   knew.   James   stepped   between   them,   creating   a   protective   barrier   as   he   pushed   Steve   and   Fury   back,   his   eyes   pleading   with   Ghost.   

He   didn't   want   it   to   come   to   a   fight,   but   the   tension   in   the   room   was   palpable.   If   it   came   down   to   it,   he   was   ready   to   face   Ghost,   hoping   against   hope   to   reach   the   man   buried   beneath   the   soldier's   cold   exterior.   James   felt   a   surge   of   anger   at   Fury   and   Steve   for   recklessly   activating   Ghost,   knowing   full   well   the   destructive   potential   of   the   Winter   Soldier   when   unleashed.   He   had   witnessed   firsthand   the   chaos   and   devastation   the   Soldier   could   cause,   and   the   thought   of   that   power   being   turned   against   them   was   terrifying.   Despite   his   anger,   James   understood   the   necessity   of   their   actions,   but   he   knew   there   was   a   better   way   to   reach   the   man   trapped   within   the   soldier's   icy   shell.

James   took   a   deep   breath,   his   voice   steady   as   he   addressed   the   Winter   Soldier.   "I   know   you're   still   in   there,   Ghost.   We   can   figure   this   out   without   any   more   violence."   But   before   he   could   continue,   Steve   interrupted,   his   frustration   evident.   "We   don't   have   time   for   this,   James.   We   need   to   end   this   now."   As   Steve   moved   to   confront   the   Soldier,   James   quickly   stepped   in,   placing   a   firm   hand   on   Steve's   shoulder   to   hold   him   back. 

 "No,   Steve.   Let   me   handle   this.   We   can't   lose   him   again."   Steve,   ignoring   James's   plea,   shoved   past   him,   his   determination   overriding   any   sense   of   caution.   James   had   no   choice   but   to   defend   himself,   blocking   Steve's   attacks   with   practiced   ease.   Meanwhile,   Fury   stood   back,   unwilling   to   get   caught   in   the   crossfire,   yet   he   drew   another   gun,   aiming   it   at   Ghost   to   ensure   the   Winter   Soldier   wouldn't   escape. 

 As   the   tension   reached   a   boiling   point,   James   knew   he   had   to   find   a   way   to   de-escalate   the   situation   before   it   spiraled   further   out   of   control.   James   quickly   shifted   his   focus   to   Steve,   expertly   dodging   the   punches   Steve   threw   at   him   and   grabbing   him   in   a   bear   hug   to   immobilize   him.   "Steve,   please,   you   need   to   listen!"   He   urged,   trying   to   break   through   Steve's   stubborn   resolve.   With   Steve   restrained,   James   turned   his   attention   to   Fury,   raising   his   voice   to   cut   through   the   tension.   "Put   the   gun   down,   Fury!   This   isn't   the   way   to   reach   him. 

 "We   need   to   show   Ghost   that   he's   not   just   a   weapon."   Fury   hesitated,   his   gaze   shifting   from   James   to   Ghost,   weighing   the   risks   of   lowering   his   weapon.   The   thought   of   the   Winter   Soldier's   lethal   capabilities   made   him   wary,   but   James’s   conviction   gave   him   pause.   Reluctantly,   Fury   kept   the   gun   trained   on   Ghost,   unable   to   fully   trust   the   situation.   Meanwhile,   Steve   struggled   against   James's   grip,   his   determination   undeterred   as   he   tried   to   free   himself,   unwilling   to   relent   in   his   attempt   to   counter   the   threat   he   perceived.

Realizing   that   Steve's   determination   wouldn't   waver,   James   made   a   swift   decision.   He   tightened   his   grip   and   applied   just   enough   pressure   to   render   Steve   unconscious,   gently   lowering   him   to   the   ground.   "I'm   sorry,   Steve,"   James   whispered,   knowing   it   was   necessary   to   prevent   further   escalation.   As   Fury's   finger   twitched   on   the   trigger,   his   eyes   darted   between   James   and   Ghost,   calculating   his   next   move.   Sensing   the   imminent   danger,   James   acted   swiftly,   lunging   forward   to   disarm   Fury   with   a   fluid   motion,   sending   the   gun   skidding   across   the   floor. 

 Before   Fury   could   react,   James   delivered   a   precise   blow   that   knocked   him   unconscious,   ensuring   he   wouldn't   be   a   further   threat.   James   turned   his   attention   to   Ghost,   who   stood   silently   amidst   the   chaos,   an   alarm   blaring   in   the   background.   The   shrill   sound   reverberated   through   the   room,   adding   urgency   to   the   situation.   "Ghost,   you   don't   have   to   do   this,"   James   pleaded,   stepping   forward   cautiously,   hoping   to   reach   the   humanity   within   the   soldier   before   it   was   too   late.

[owinterer]

In the end, I know I'm fighting for my soul, and I don't hear angels.

A breath exhaled through teeth left the Winter Soldier as James pried his hand off of Steve's throat, ice blue eyes gazing toward the other with a piercing stare devoid of the life that had previously been shown in them. He took a step back when Steve tried to approach him, slowly adjusting his posture as he watched James intercept the captain. His gaze went back toward Fury, a slow blink given as his eyes traveled from the man's face, to the gun then back toward his face once more. Fingers twitched, the plates of his bionic arms shifting with barely a sound as the soldier tilted his head, waiting, watching, he knew something would happen, but when? That was the question.

Steve knocked unconscious, soon followed by Fury being tackled then also being taken out of the equation, the Winter Soldier's gaze stared back over toward James as he spoke once more - no, as he pleaded, stepping closer. The alarm blaring was nothing but noise in the background, something that normally would have agitated him further but those years of so-called training had made him able to ignore a lot of uncomfortable noises. Another slow blink, aimed at James, as Ghost slowly tilted his head back, the silence between them being almost deafening until he exhaled once more.

“<<Holding onto hope, I see.>>” Those words were spoken with a tone so bitter. The brown and white haired man turned around, stepping toward the door, metal digits gently grasping the knob - it was locked, a wise choice on their part but it didn't matter to him. Using the sensors within his bionic arm, he was able to determine where exactly he should strike to break it, so with that information in mind, he took a few steps away from the door, giving another glance lacking any kind of emotion toward James before he swiftly struck the door with his left fist, putting a dent into it before following the previous strike with another one from his right fist with more force put into it, busting the door wide open without breaking even a sweat.

His head lowered slightly, allowing strands of hair to cover part of his face so it wouldn't be visible.

“<<Their fault.>>” Had Steve not gotten too close, it would have ended differently. Much differently. And had James not jumped in when he did, chances had been that Captain America would have suffered injuries much worse than what he had gotten. “<<Only protecting myself. Don't follow.>>” It was a threat and a warning. Feelings or not, it didn't matter anymore. Stepping outside of the room, he gave one more look over to James, brows furrowed.

“<<THEY're watching your every move.>>” A pause, before the next words would be accompanied with a motion of clawed metal digits toward the two unconscious men behind the other. “<<And them, as well. They don't care, they can't trust you anymore.>>” Shortly after that last word left his lips, he then left, walking down the hallway - nothing would stop him from getting out of this cage they tried to put him in, even if he knew already where he was headed was from one cage to another.

[voleurcinetique]

"Oui, ah did Mr. Barnes ya Mister James Buchanan Barnes." Remy continued to poke the bear, finally allowing a smile to spread across his features. Crimson eyes glowing with mischievousness. He loved this. This was his element. "Nah, not listed. Ah never skip de fine print. Ah'm a Guildmaster. Ah know when dere's somethin' in de print dats gonna bite me."

[owinterer]

Oh, not the full name. His body froze, tensing up for just a moment at the slightly uncomfortable feeling but he would thankfully shake it off. A huff left the soldier as his right hand reached forward, grabbing a fistful of Remy's shirt as brown eyes stared up into crimson ones. Nostrils flared for a moment, lips pressed together as eyelids fell half shut.

“Remy Etienne LeBeau, I swear to god, you drop my full name again I will hang you by your feet over the nearest pool like you're a lobster I'm about to cook.” A threat, indeed. A threat that he would go through if he was allowed to, too. Plus, it was only fair to hit the Cajun back with his own. At least he knew better than take a swing at his partner. Had it been anyone else, that fist would have connected with a jaw within a second.

He would let go of the other's shirt with a shake of his head then a dismissive wave of his hand, mostly to signal that he wasn't that mad about it but he didn't enjoy it one bit.

“Psh, got anythin' goin' tonight? I was thinkin' of getting some take out but since you're here, figured I'd ask what Monsieur le chef wants to do.”

[rogers-carter]

buckynat + similar fighting styles because he trained her

[saltatisscintillae]

His words washed over her, his touch like the warmest balm to her frayed psyche, steadying the heart she never thought would stop rattling in her chest. Natasha had missed him so much, and she couldn't suppress a shaky sigh-- or was it a soft, uncertain laugh? -- when he kissed her forehead and held her close again, brushing away the tears of both sadness and joy. Every moment of contact stirred the anguish of loss, the pain of isolation, the relief and elation of reuniting with him…This reunion between them was an utter maelstrom of emotions, but by god was she grateful for it to exist at all.

It wouldn't take much urging for her to follow his lead, the comforter on the bed feeling both foreign and familiar as she sat down upon it. She shook her head.

"<<No… not yet, anyway. I've been keeping some tabs, but…>>" She shook her head, gazing toward the floor, a shadow of regret crossing her expression for a moment. Her eyes rose to meet his again. "<<I felt… that if I was going to reveal myself to anyone, it should be you. I couldn't.. I didn't want to hide from you.>>"

She took a long breath-- it finally felt like she could breathe again-- and listened as he spoke. While it pained her to imagine what it must've been like for him to visit her grave… she was also heartened by the fact he did, and for so long after. Not that she wanted him to be tied down forever by a dead woman if she were to die before him… but that she had still remained so loved by him, even after being gone.

"<<Somehow, that seems exactly like something you'd do. And maybe... maybe this time I wouldn't have teased you, just this once.>>" Natasha cracked a smile, an earnest one, even though her facial muscles felt like they had forgotten how to do so. The cat on his lap-- making herself a baker's dozen biscuits-- was new, but a welcome sight. She did quite like cats, and it only took her seconds to realize if Bucky had returned, and had been so alone……

"Guess I'm indebted to you, little one. Sam too…" She said softly, reaching over to allow for a sniff, before giving the feline some slow scratches under her adorable little chin. She leaned a little to the side, resting her head on Bucky's shoulder.

"Thank you… for keeping him company for me."

[owinterer]

So she wanted to keep a low profile. He didn't mind that - if Natalia wanted that, then who was he to tell her otherwise? Considering how much of an experience it was to come back from the dead, he couldn't blame her for wanting to keep to the shadows for however long she wanted. As she leaned her head against his shoulder, James didn't waste time to lean his head against hers, closing his eyes for just a second before reopening them. It would be strange, returning to a semblance of normal life before the blip - but even if it wasn't the same, he didn't care.

Alpine purred louder upon receiving the scratches, stretching out within the comfort of the soldier's arms, paws reaching over toward Natalia. The feline could tell everything - she could tell that the spy was a very beloved person to her owner and so instead of being her usual skittish self around new people, she instead behaved the same as always.

"You can stay here as long as you want." He murmured, adjusting his hold onto the white furred cat in his arms so he didn't need both to hold her, thus allowing him to wrap one arm around Natalia's waist, gently pulling her closer to him. Her presence, next to his, meant everything to him in the moment, and he knew that she'd pick up on it - after all, how long had it been since they had last seen each other? He didn't keep track -- no, he didn't want to think about it.

"But if you have to go back to your shadows, I won't mind." It did pain him to say that, but it was something he was willing to live with. “Even if I missed you so much.” He eventually added, pressing a light kiss against the side of her head as his thumb lightly rubbed against her side, an attempt at a comforting gesture. If anything, it was better to focus onto the current moment instead of the future - they could look at that once they settled down more from the amount of emotions they both felt.

James already knew that he would still struggle - even more now that he would have to keep quiet about the redhead's return but he never had been someone that would go against someone's choices, especially someone that he knew went through something similar to what he did in the past. It didn't feel right. It would never feel right.

“Did you at least want something to nibble on? I.. uh.” A pause, as he turned his head to look away, embarrassed as he remembered what actually waited downstairs, aside the fact that he had been barely eating anything, only making sure that Alpine had everything she needed, compared to himself. 

“I have some leftovers.” 

[saltatisscintillae]

"Good, I'm glad."

Natalia smiled a little more earnestly at his slow, affirmative blinking, the warmth of the tub filtering through her back. The brush of his fingers through her hair caught her attention anew, so she took it for what it was, a signal that he was okay with her looking more properly at him. She shuffled around to face him, folding an arm upon the rim of the tub to lean on as she gazed upon him again.

His eyes were much less clouded than before, much less strained. There were still ghostly remnants of the stressors from earlier that lingered in his features, but much of them had been subdued by now. What seemed to settle in him at this moment-- now that the adrenaline had long since passed-- was weariness.

The spy cocked a brow at his gesturing, then softly chuckled. Despite his hangups about imposing on her when he had a bad day... James had his particular comfort habits, and couldn't truly resist the urge to ask for them.

"Sure," She replied to his unspoken inquiry, sitting up again. "Just lean back for me a little bit..."

Guiding him with a gesture of her own, she positioned herself behind him so that soon enough, her deft yet gentle fingers would be weaving amidst his sable locks. With a practiced ease she shielded his face from the warm water she poured through his hair, before setting once again to the rhythmic stroking that constituted the sort of head-wash-massage he found so hard to resist from her. Nat was certainly good with her hands.

And of course, it did make her feel quite warm and fuzzy inside, looking down at him and seeing the tension drain away from his face even more with every swirl and stroke of her hands. As the feathery scent of rose wafted from that old candle around them, she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly to the top of his forehead, lingering for a moment before drawing back again.

"You can relax as fast or slow as you can manage, sweet James. Don't worry. And before you even think to say a word about imposing on me? Shut it." She added with a light somewhat playful snicker, and then her tone softened again, earnest and warm.

"I've got you. Safe and sound."

[owinterer]

His eyes lit up a little at her answer and as she gestured, he moved, making it easier for her to do exactly what he requested. He hated to impose, he really did, but James always had to remind himself that it was okay for him to ask, more often than not when he was trying to crawl out of one of these downward spirals. When her fingers threaded through dark strands of brown hair, a small, content hum left his throat as eyes were shut. She knew exactly how he liked it and each time Natalia would give him such a head massage, he always found himself melting under her touch.

A touch so caring, so gentle.. Always did he feel like he didn't deserve it. Arms were leaned against his knees as he took in a slow breath before exhaling at the very same speed, his muscles relaxing further as he almost sank back against her hands but managed to stop himself. Though, when that kiss was pressed against his forehead, eyelids parted, his gaze looking up at her before a tiny smile crossed his lips as she spoke, only for him to shut his eyes once more.

He didn't have to utter a word, she knew exactly what he'd say in the moment, and he wasn't even offended by it. It made it easier, way easier for his troubled mind to not have to think too hard about anything. Her words were answered by a small noise leaving his throat - almost a laugh yet not quite. He did however mouth a ‘thank you’, not bothering finding his voice to speak in the moment.

The soldier moved, adjusting his position within the tub to be a little more comfortable before he stretched out his arms with a little grumble of unintelligible Russian, shoulders raising before his metal hand reached over to rub the side of his right arm. With the spy's comforting presence nearby, many of the little habits that he had when he wasn't feeling himself hadn't shown their so-called face - a good thing, honestly, he doubted that Natalia would be too happy to see him try to claw at where his bionic arm connected to his body, possibly adding more to the already heavy scarring there.

He opened his eyes once more, unclouded ocean blues staring at the ceiling for a moment before they tried to look toward her, only for his hands to rise up, motioning toward his face - especially toward his lips. Maybe it was very silly of him to ask for a kiss from her like this, considering the situation.

[owinterer]

[ Finally got around to cleaning old old posts that don't matter anymore... Only to find out it's almost been 4 months of Bucky gripping my braincell ayyy. Also I miss Meteor, idk what I'll do but I do miss him. ]

[voleurcinetique]

"Mmm, ya t'ink ya know me so well, solider boy?" Oh he did. He called him right out. Remy attempted to cover his mouth as if her was so appalled by it all. "Ah did not see dis in de contract, Mr. Barnes." He's struggling here.

[owinterer]

“Oi, don't you dare ‘Mr.Barnes’ me, LeBeau." Soldier boy was fine, not the first time he'd been called that nor was Remy the first, but Mr.Barnes was so out of left field.. He huffed lightly, lips pursed as brows furrowed just slightly. He wasn't mad, far from it, seeing they were poking fun at each other. “And I thought it was listed, you must've skipped the fine print then.”

[owinterer]

@decthbringer has decided to become a target – ! || Are you Bucky's type?

Its like yes but no for line of work I guess lol. She's not a big cuddle unless shes the big spoon. Also prefers to dom but can switch but def a control issue for her

“Walking a fine line when it comes to our lines of work. Though, I wouldn't be opposed to being the small spoon nor would I mind her being more dominant, either~." He knows what he wants, he can adjust as needed, hah.