#geniuswrangler

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geniuswrangler hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “STARK TECH IS GARBAGE!”

Do you want to thread off of this? I can make a new post to thread off of it, or should we just leave 8t as it.

// It’s up to you. I have no problem in turning asks into threads, quiet the contrary. Also if you have any plot ideas/ or wishes feel free to hit me up over IM.

[captstevegrantrogers]

 @geniuswrangler was the first to flail into my inbox and gets a kiss!

She was gorgeous with her long brown hair that fell in waves around her shoulders, her full lips that she so often painted red or dark pink, her kind eyes that settled the raging beast inside of him. Not to mention her curves. She had curves for days; which he certainly wasn't complaining about.

But it was her personality that really drew him in, like a dazed moth to a bright, warm flame. She was kind, but she had a mouth on her that wouldn't stop. She'd never be one to hold back when she had a point to prove or a sarcastic message to give. She was protective, and not just of her friends Jane and Thor, but of all of them. All of the Avengers. And she's feisty, especially with that taser of hers.

His steps were purposefully loud as he walked towards her, not wanting to startle her with his usual quiet movements. The moment she was withing reach Bucky wrapped an arm around Darcy's waist, pulling her body close to his before shifting her in his arms and dipping her, easily supporting her with his arm without any strain. A small curve to the corner of his lips, a crinkle at the corners of his eyes; which were glinting with amusement and mischief. All of these plus his actions hinted at his intent just before he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

The kiss was gentle, almost chaste despite its slightly longer length. Her lips felt soft against his, warm, and he could taste the remnants of some chapstick she had used not long ago.

Carefully he pulled away, and stood her back onto her own feet once more. The smirk on his lips had only deepened, though its tone was still gentle, amused. "Punk's gonna be jealous I got to kiss you first," Bucky said sounding as pleased as a peacock, completely not as guilty as he probably should have been, "He's been tryin' to get the nerve for a while." He just hoped he wouldn't get slapped, or punched. Or tased for that matter. The mechanisms in his metal arm whirred lightly, as if agreeing with that notion.

[precise-desolation]

Bucky watched Darcy pour her third cup of coffee in the past two hours, marveling slightly at the fact that she wasn’t vibrating from the sheer amount of caffeine.  He wasn’t entirely sure she even knew he was there, given the state she had seemed to be in when he had come downstairs.  It wasn’t that he hadn’t made noise - he had made a point not to move as silently as he usually did specifically so that he didn’t startle her - but she had seemed all but dead to the world.

Perhaps it was an odd habit, his tendency to lurk down here in the mornings and watch the rest of the team.  But it helped.  It gave him a sense of what they were like when they weren’t smiling for the press or saving the world.  And it helped him find his equilibrium with human normalcy.

[precise-desolation]

Foreplay! (cause why the hell not?)

Smut meme! Send me “Foreplay!”…and I’ll generate a number for a foreplay act for your muse to do to mine!

5. Caressing over the chest/breasts.

Bucky looked up at the young woman. Darcy. That was her name. He knew her, she spent time in the tower whenever Jane Foster was there. From Bucky's understanding, that was mostly when Thor was in town - like now - or when the team needed her expertise. He had never really spent much time with either woman. Which was why he didn't really understand what was going on now.

First of all, no one touched him but Steve and occasionally Sam or Natasha. The others might pat his shoulder or offer a high five once in a while, but no one touched him in any kind of meaningful way. And certainly not like that. He wasn't so naïve as to miss what that sort of touch meant. He'd seen Natasha do it to Clint before. He had had no illusions then as to where the two of them had disappeared to after that. But he wasn't sure what Darcy wanted with him.

He caught her hand - gently, careful not to hurt her - and watched her searchingly as he asked, "What are you doing?"

[whatwxsright]

@geniuswrangler ;; cont’d

Steve had been smelling something... strange for a minute before he said anything, unsure whether or not anyone else could smell it. Though from the reaction he received from Darcy, she hadn’t had a clue, and he couldn’t help chuckling quietly before setting aside the book he’d been reading and shuffling through to the kitchen. Peeking around the corner, he caught the groan and assumed the cookies had burned. “Sorry I didn’t catch it sooner-- they’re no goon?” He asked, fingers tapping against the wall as his brows lifted slightly at the young woman.

[speedforcebedamned]

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