#dr-foster

[asgardianhammer]

@dr-foster asked: have you been keeping an eye on me?

[ ϟ ]—– The question is like a spark flung from flint, and standing in the threshold where corridor meets lab, where god meets doctor and the past meets present, thunderer could feel the warmth of it spread through his chest.

A smile does not emerge just yet, neither is swift answer given. For a prolonged moment the god simply drank in the sight of her, every inch of features traced with something gentle in the bright ceruleans.

' You ask that as if I ever stopped.'

Tease is barely audible in the warm bass, only a hint of it turning the rumbling tone a touch softer, and here the lips quirk finally, crafting a faint smile.

Moving through the sterile hush of Stark's laboratory is measured and tentative, as one would walk through some ancient sanctum, careful not to touch the scattered instruments and notes. Her work, divine in its own way.

' Two eyes and two ears in fact,' and whether eyes and expression carry evidence of his longing mattered so very little in this moment, when he finds himself near and able to regard her more intently.

' Heimdall has been quite kind to lend me his, when requested...,' and voice carries something regretful now, only briefly before it becomes gentle and steady once more. Nearby holo-displays flicker with models of golden light and neural pathways, turning tresses a fraction more luminous, and there is a brief one-shouldered shrug after head tilts a fraction.

' Admittedly, out of concern you would hurl yourself headlong into a storm somehow, and then, because I missed you immensely.'

[emmatriarchya]

@dr-foster Starter for runa & jane

The Valkyrie sat on Jane's couch, her head laying back against the back of the couch, sighing heavily. "I don't understand dating on Midgard. We had fun, she seemed to like me... but she sent me a message saying we shouldn't meet again."

The ancient Valkyrior considered Mr. Horse, the winged steed. "Do you think this is because I took off with Mr. Horse when there was trouble in Asgard? I did apologize for it..."

[peacereflecteda]

@dr-foster  asked: ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 for a moment; not something that happens often, but frustrating and embarrassing when it does. he initially doesn't know how to respond, and tries to think of how proud, youthful bucky might've in the past: he comes up with a blank, and he knows he's running out of reasonable time to answer jane. bucky ducks head and tries to will the flush out of cheeks, forcing words out finally. ❝ was i that obvious ? ❞ he gnaws on bottom lip as he lifts gaze, hesitantly meeting hers. it's evident that he's nervous at such a gesture of intimacy, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. he's just out of practice. ❝ i . . . would really like that. if that's what you want, too. ❞

[peacereflecteda]

@dr-foster  asked : ❝ Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head? ❞

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 the chuckle that comes from throat at her question. he hears the note of sarcasm in her tone, and turns to face her, giving slight sardonic smirk in response. ❝ you don't know about my improv skills, huh ? i'm good with thinking on my feet. ❞ he steps back from the comms center, observing the frenzy around them. ❝ here's to hoping it made a difference. ❞ they need all the help they can get.

[jbbarnes]

@dr-foster : Jane slides Bucky a wrapped box. “Happy Birthday.”

His head turned at the sound of her voice, his greeting dying in his throat only to be replaced by a wide grin. Reaching out, he pulled the gift closer, but made no move to unwrap it just yet. His ma had raised him better than that, after all.

"Aw, thanks, doc," he said sincerely. "Didn't know if anyone 'sides Steve would really care much. I appreciate it."

His own immediate family and the Rogers had all celebrated each other's birthdays, of course, but outside of that, he wasn't that used to it being acknowledged. It had a warm glow burning in his stomach, and probably a small blush appearing on his cheeks if the heat in his face meant anything.

[jbbarnes]

@dr-foster / au starter call.

It was so hard not to bother her with questions any time they were in the same room. Thor was easy to talk to about Asgard stuff, it was like him and Steve being asked about their childhood and the war, and Bucky had pelted him with query after query about what he knew. It was different from making those same requests of someone who had worked so hard to find and study the things she had. But he'd found a lull in the evening, everyone having split off to their various pockets of conversation, and so he sat down next to Dr Foster.

"If it isn't too much trouble," he said softly, trying his best to keep an eager smile at bay, "would you tell me about your research? I tried to read some of the published stuff, but I don't think I'm smart enough for that."

[othunderous]

isn’t that my decision?

“why should it be if you’re going to make the wrong one?” 

thor looks at her incredulously, forced to a still— with both annoyance and disbelief. how is there even a question? how are they having this disagreement? the right choice is clear: relinquish the damned hammer and live, live to fight another day. in time. . . it’s possible, that jane could manage to beat the cancer.  if granted such a gift, she could charge into any battle alongside him.  they could work as a team.  refusing snuffs the possibility before it even breathes life.

“i know you want to help,” he continues, softening.  his voice loses its bite, his face relaxing.  it gives way to the sadness beneath the surface.  “it helps no one to allow the hammer to continue. . .  leaching you of your strength.  if you give it up now, there is a chance yet for you to survive this.  you have to choose survival.”

[jbbarnes]

@dr-foster : “I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

There was a light tremor in his flesh hand. The metal one – either of them – never shook, no matter the situation. Sometimes it was the only thing that let him finish a mission, when the rest of the body was breaking down, the arm stayed steady and he took the–

The paper crumbled in his hands, the manila folder tearing under the force of his grip as he came back to himself, yanked violently out of the well of his memories by the voice across the room. He doesn't pull a gun. He already knew he didn't need to, not yet. Besides: he needs answers. Shooting first won't really work in this situation.

"The idea you were planning to tell someone like me is pretty laughable, no offence," Bucky said, turning slowly on one foot to face her, muscles tightly coiled, tension in every inch of him. "I'm not normally kept in the loop on mad science bullshit. So before I burn this place to the ground, give me the details. And believe me, I'll know if you're lying."