#coldleads

[swordofgcd]

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"You look like you could do with someone to talk to. I'm happy to lend an ear. Metaphorically speaking."

[worthystill]

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They all have their hard days. There was once a timeframe where the god of thunder would pretend everything was fine, when it wasn't. There was also another phase in time where he'd let the sorrow completely swallow him whole with nothing more than a shell left of who he used to be.

Since then he's learn to balance the grief. Acknowledge it without letting it drown him. Somedays are still tough to get through after all he's lost. He can use it to empathize with others and it helps keep him grounded accepting all that has happened. Hiding from it got him nowhere. "Only if you'd like to be. I cannot say that I'm much company right now, but I do appreciate your presence."

[winterstruth]

@coldleads continuing from here X

Clara bit her lip nervously as she waited for Bucky to make his way over, her feet shuffling back a small, uncertain step. She hovered there, torn between staying and running, she didn’t want to get into trouble, as her father slowly lowered himself to her height. When he asked gently if she could show him what had happened, Clara hesitated, her fingers curling into the hem of her sleeve before she gave him a sharp nod.

She turned and led her father into the living room, where she had set up her art supplies, ready to make something. But instead of the neatly arranged materials one might expect, yellow paint was everywhere, smeared across the coffee table, the couches, the floor and just about any surface it could reach.

“Like I said… it was Alpine,” Clara spoke, her voice small and hesitant, instinctively lying in hopes of avoiding trouble.

[talvisoldat]

@coldleads moved it from here

"Oh okay, but I'm the untrustworthy one of the two." If anything, more information was good and could be at leased used to his advantage. He was already accustomed to practically sleeping with eye open, and now he was wondering just how far he could push himself to stay awake. "Just as long as the cats are okay, I'll be able to make peace with that."

"Well i'm telling you 'll do it so.... I'm trustworthy." He commented. That sounded like horse shit even to him. He wasn't sure why he was this paranoid? there was new sounds in the house but his twin seemed to not be as bothered. "You really don't think the noises in the house has changed?" He asked, pausing for a moment. "I'm not hearing voices."

[compatiissante]

@coldleads from xx

“no, it’s more likely that my own brain turned it into word salad all by itself— does that sometimes. but just to be safe- can you go again from the top? i’m sorry if that’s me being a pain or just dumb—“

while bucky may be worrying about being incomprehensible, maya was just so worried about being an inconvenience to him— god help them both.

[keepyouovernightarc]

@coldleads liked for a starter from Charge Nurse Dana

"Super-human or not that's gonna need stitches. Now sit down while I find you a room Mr. Barnes." Her voice gave no room for insubordination. The look she gave him. 'Don't even think about trying to slip out of here.'

[bloodsalted]

@coldleads || a meme continuation || from here!

oh look at mister grumbly pants over here. droppin' the f bomb when all dean was trying to do was give him some hip slang or whatever. okay. okay. fine. fine! hands swing up as if he's warding off some kinda attack via sardonic wit, a sharp tongue and pearly white teeth. seriously. this guy's teeth. have you seen 'em? WHITE! they glow.

pouted expression does not abandon him as he turns his attention from the flask in his hand back to bucky. "your woke up on the wrong side of the bed no matter what side it was--doesn't do you justice." there's no malice in his tone. humor teetering on appreciation? more than you might think.

he likes this guy.

[broarrow]

He waits for a moment and secretly hopes some of the popcorn will fall into his mouth like manna from heaven. But it's absent, too far away for him to reach and steal a handful outright. He wasn't hungry enough to eat off the floor, and besides he definitely wasn't going to take away treat time from Lucky. "The gray faced demons won't stop knocking on my door. I just wanted some peace and quiet away from their hundred and one questions."

It doesn’t occur to Clint to try and feed Bucky any popcorn. He only thinks of lightly terrorizing and leaving behind little treats for Lucky to find. Leaning back in his armchair, he hugs the bowl to his chest. “Do they got ghostbusters for demons? Maybe you oughta call one, Buck. Sounds above my pay grade.” He stuffs a handful of popcorn into his mouth, speaking out of the corner with a full cheek. “Can always hide here, though. Jus’ don’t bring ‘em with you.”