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Ben please its 5am release the Braincell so I can SLEEP

I don't have the braincell so like

who's flying the plane

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[frank] "don’t ever do that again." he doesn't mean to snap at her, but he does, all half-fractured sentences and pacing, like a string stretched close to snapping. "you hear me? you could've--/do not/ put yourself at risk for me. just don't."

There’s a bruise forming across her cheek, in the hollow of her eye. If Darcy didn’t know any better, she might have thought it looked like some complicated eye shadow application; as it is, its her first black eye ever.

She catches his eyes in the mirror, where she’d been hunched over, trying to get a better look at the bruising with tender fingers, and she doesn’t mean to roll her eyes at him, but she does.

“Look, it all turned out fine, right?      I’m fine, you’re fine, it’s all fine, Frank.      Chill out.”

What she doesn’t say is;       And if I didn’t, would you still be alive, or would I see your corpse on the early morning news?

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@cryoasset

THE ONE WHERE DARCY PICKS DUTCH IS JUST THE WORST ENDING EVER IT KILLS ME AND I LOVE IT

REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE LIKE HEY BEN I HAD AN IDEA REMEMBER HOW YOU’VE TALKED ABOUT DARCY BEING A VILLAIN’S RIGHT HAND WELL I’VE GOT THIS GUY FROM THIS VIDDY GAME AND--

AND THEN I PLAYED RDR2 AND NOW MY LIFE IS FUCKE DUP AND I WILL NEVER BE OKAY BUT ALSO

DARCY! PICKING! DUTCH! and BETRAYING HER ONLY REAL FRIEND WHO SHE ALSO SECRETLY LOVES

and this is all your faullllttttt

[despair-with-walnuts]

[ firstly tumblr needs to not let me unfollow you through a mere misclick, and secondly i've missed reading your writing.

and thirdly, can you believe we've known each other six years? ]

(Six years, good G-d! I hope our friendship got into a good kindergarten.)

(I love you, man. It’s good to be back with a working brain and to be writing things; I’ve missed yours too.)

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"Every so often I wake up, it's like I'm still there. Not in a nightmare way, it isn't /bad/. My mind just takes a second to catch up, I guess." Steve picks at a thread on his shirt, thinking about the make of it, how different the material is to what he'd worn before. He can feel Sam looking at him, and smiles just slightly, a little wry. "Talking to you as my friend, not a therapist, I promise. I figure you probably get the same thing, just- not 1942."

Sam nodded. "Sometimes I reach over to check on Riley," he admitted softly. "On missions, when we had to sleep, we slept on our sides with our backs pressed together so that one of us would always wake up and be able to defend us both."

He never really talked about Riley. For as many good memories as he had, he always remembers not being fast enough more than anything else. Losing someone you care about like that...it takes a lot out of you.

"And you never have to clarify about the friend versus therapist thing. I know that you know better than to use a friend as a therapist, and I'm glad that you are willing to confide in me."

He nudged Steve's shoulder with his own just to emphasize his own presence for Steve.

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[barnes] “You understood that?” He's frowning at Darcy, almost suspicious, like he's wondering where and /why/ she learned to speak the language. [ [rolls a dice for a language tbh] anyway have some present day barnes for once ]

-- She’s waiting for him to recognize her. Like, yeah, he’d been wearing the weird muzzle-mask thing, sure, but she knows, even if all the news outlets hadn’t outted him after that whole thing with an over-reaching government agency turning out to have been run by n*zi-adjacent pro fascism groups the whole time, like, whoops.

Darcys knows because even when he’s not a killer, a machine made for death wrapped up in human meat, it’s impossible not to recognize. If you asked her, she couldn’t tell you except that if you watch something drag a dead man behind it by his leg, you don’t forget it.

You can’t confuse it for anything else.

And Darcy understands, yeah, that that wasn’t Buck.y Barn.es fault, that he was brainwashed and remade and everything that was human in him was silenced and electrocuted out of him with chemicals.

But that doesn’t change the fact that she’d seen this body do things that no decent person should ever have to see. That it had almost done it to her.

He looks at her like she’s the one to be worried about, chubby short figure with no dangerous capabilities that she is, and it rankles. 

“Bruh, two hundred and fifty million people speak Russian; did you think they all lived in Russia?”

A pause, a frown.

She switches to Yiddish, just to see.

איר טאָן ניט געדענקען מיר?

[starshieldrogers]

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“Good morning, Captain Rogers.” The calm voice from the ceiling greeted him and Steve smiled, weary but fond, as Jarvis opened the doors for him. “Morning, Jarvis.” He hummed in reply, though that was pushing it a bit, the sky was barely starting to get brighter and it’d be another couple of hours before it was really time for the world to wake up.

As he went in, Steve turned right for the inner, private lift that took him down to Tony’s lab. He didn’t take his boots off or put away any of his gear first because that to was an unspoken agreement, a small tradition, just like the fact that he knew to go straight for the lab rather than look in the bedroom. Tony didn’t sleep there when Steve ran the missions for S.H.I.E.L.D and Steve was not allowed to complain about that if wanted to keep working as he was. It was a fair enough deal.

In the lab, Dum-E greeted him first, and Steve ran his hand over the robot’s head (it was an arm, really, but he’s always seen it as a head), before heading to the couch, finding his genius there. Not asleep anymore, the ping of the lift, or possibly Jarvis, must have woken him up, but he didn’t move from his spot and Steve took that opportunity.

“Good morning, Tony.” He said, smiling all warm but with just a hint of cheek as he moved to lie down on top of Tony, though keeping most of his weight on his arm not to crush him.

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[sam] “Yeah, I was laying on the ground. You stepped right over me. I don’t know how you didn’t see me, known as I am for being at ground level.”

“Science waits for nobody, bud.”

She’s trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing, but the blush across her cheeks and up her neck betrays her embarrassment about the whole thing.

It’s weird interacting with the other Avengers; she knows where she stands with Thor, and he knows and accepts her flippant attitude and how often she can get wrapped up in her own world (sometimes she seems calloused, but it’s only because Darcy can sometimes be oblivious, focused on one thing too hard).

But the other guys?

It’s a gamble. They’re practically strangers.

“It all turned out okay in the end, right? You’re fine. Everyone is fine. This is fine.”