#haerleen

[fallencomrade]

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝙻   //     T̷ R̷ A̷ N̷ S̷ M̷ I̷ T̷ T̷ I̷ N̷ G̷ . . .   𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚇𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂  //   [ SOURCE ]   𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙳 :  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍   ↦   @haerleen  

     𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓   to  say  he  was  surprised  when  the  dossier  was  handed  to  him.  there  was  quite  possibly  even  a  double -  take  on  his  part,  disbelief  tightening  his  brows  together  when  he  focused  on  the  picture  contained  within  the  file.  blonde,  BEAUTIFUL  -  unnaturally  pale  with  an  EERIE  white  smile  and  haunting  eyes.  &&  then,  even  more  shock  when  he  read  her  description  and  history.  harleen  quinzel  had  a  seemingly  BRIGHT FUTURE ...   the  girl  was  intelligent,  a  DOCTOR  with  a  college  degree  and  a  long  list  of  achievements.          &&  then,  like  all  TRAGEDIES,  potential  crumbled  into  ash  and  in  her  case,  gave  way  to  M A D N E S S.   her  rap  sheet  was  quickly  overshadowing  all  those  honors  and  accomplishments  she  worked  so  hard  to  put  to  her  name,  but  unlike  barnes  -  she  seemed  to  embrace  her  own  violent  metamorphosis.    

                 ӇⱭRlҼƳ QƲӀƝƝ was  born   &&   harleen  quinzel  is  no  more...                                                                at  least,  that  is  what  they  tell  him.  

     IN PERSON,  it  strikes  him  again  -  that  spasm  of  disbelief  -  but  she  looks  far  more  befitting  of  the  dossier  attached  to  her  name  now.  her  choice  of  attire,  the  make  up  smeared  across  his  face  -  it  packs  a  STATEMENT,  that’s  for  sure.  she  draws  ( DEMANDS )  attention  and  barnes  suddenly  feels  like  a  bug  flying  far  too  close  to  a  venus  fly - trap.  he  has  his  mission  orders  though  and  while  his  target  may  cling  to  MADNESS  to  handle  her  trauma,  james  relies  on  quite  the  opposite.  order.   CONTROL.  simplicity.  

                     ALRIGHT.     enough  staring    -    time  to  move.  

     he  tracked  her  down  to  this  slum  bar,  notoriously  known  for  its  cheap  whiskey  and  god - awful  music.  the  beat  POUNDS  like  a  splinter  into  his  brain,  vibrations  of  the  bass  shaking  the  dirty  glasses  on  the  tables.  she  takes  notice  of  his  stares,  but  even  so  -  bucky  doesn’t  try  to  hide  it.  he  is  not  a  spy  and  sword  knows  this.  they  gave  him  this  mission  because  he  should  be  able  to  take  her  in  and  if  not  in  -  then  down.         —    but  hell,  if  he  ain’t  just  a  little  bit  CURIOUS.    

     he  steps  forward,  deciding  he  has  had  enough  of  the  music,  and  takes  a  seat  at  her  side,  easily  shrugging  off  her  scathing  comments  with  a  droll  bit  of  sarcasm  of  his  own.    ❛  i’m  use  to  it ...  ❜       (  oh,  but  how  pathetically  true.  )       he  lifts  a  small  notebook  out  of  his  jacket  and  lays  it  on  the  dirty  bar,  flipping  it  open  to  the  first  page.  her  mugshot  and  information  is  laid  out  bare.    ❛  my  eyes  aren’t  the  only  ones  watchin’  you.   ❜    he  states  matter - of - factly.     ❛  i  was  hoping  to  HIGHTAIL  it  outta  here,  as  soon  as  possible ...  ❜

     ❛   —   but  something  tells  me  you  aren’t  going  to  make  this  easy  for  me.  ❜

[ascnsion]

▋ 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 .  .  .  ❛ i’m wanted and you’re kind of super famous. ❜      𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @haerleen​​​​ .  .  .  ( amazon’s the boys memes )   ┘

Robust material of gloves groaned with the flexion of muscles and knuckles  —  involuntary response to the tampering and mistreatment of shield. It was a valuable object to take advantage of, serving as symbol for people worldwide, though it was simply a mastered tool in Rogers’ arsenal. Still, he disliked when anyone especially the likes of criminals sought to steal it, replicate it, or stepped all over it. . literally this time around. Blue hues jumped upwards from the sight of his shield beneath the heel of her boot to meet her painted face. Aliens, villains with a high sense of costume design, and even mutants had nothing against her. She was human, wasn’t she ?  He could have rolled his eyes the moment gaze settled upon such crazed appearance, but Steve knew better than to laugh at the face of instability and anger a foe.  

     ❝   Tell me your plan then. Is it to ransom my shield. . or me rather ?  I have a feeling my autograph won’t do.   ❞    Despite the comical edge provided to the concluding sentence, no amusement flickered through expression. Hand continued to flex into tight fists though hands remained lowered about legs. He was ready. Always. 

[fallencomrade]

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝙻   //     T̷ R̷ A̷ N̷ S̷ M̷ I̷ T̷ T̷ I̷ N̷ G̷ . . .   𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚇𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂  //   [ SOURCE ]   𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙳 :  ᏢᎪᏆN ᏆN ᎻᏆᏚ ᎪᏚᏚ   ↦   @haerleen  

     𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐘  𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓.   maybe  MADNESS  is  contagious  and  the  longer  he  is  exposed  to  her  crazy,  the  more  it  summons  him  into  the  realm  of  lunacy.   —   or  maybe  the  act  is  entirely  characteristic  of  who  he  is,  who  he  was ...  perhaps  even  in  his  violence,  james  barnes  is  still  a  GENTLEMAN.  too  much  of  his  history  has  been  spent  KILLING  people.  it  feels  good  to  SAVE  a  life  for  a  change,  even  if  his  damsel  doesn’t  exactly  deserve  the  gift  of  kindness.  that  is  the  difference  between  him  and  the  soldier.  that  is  the  difference  between  who  he  is  now  and  who  he  was  then.            THE SOLDIER  had  been  so  quick  to  pull  the  trigger   ;;   to  follow  orders   ;;   to  complete  his  mission.    TO TERMINATE   ;;    DESTROY.   now   -   now  he  seeks  out  the  opportunities  to  SAVE  lives.      &&  he  will  do  it       (  if  only  to  prove  to  himself  that  he  is  capable  of  it.  )   

     OF COURSE,  the  second  she  opens  that  fat  mouth  of  hers,  he  instantly  starts  to  question  his  newfound  benevolence.  the  soldier  lowers  his  weapon,  gives  her  hand  a  tight  squeeze  as  he  hoists  her  back  up  with  an  audible  sigh.   ❛  this  is  typically  when  you  would  say,  “  thank  -  you  ”  quinn.  ❜   he  squeezes  off  another  shot  over  her  shoulder,  lodging  a  bullet  between  the  eyes  of  an  approaching  enemy.  comes  back  with  a  bit  of  a  BITE  of  his  own.       ❛  unless  falling  on  your  ass  was  all  a  part  of  your  plan ?  ❜

[justacomedy-archived]

     Harley has always been such an explosive ball of energy. A woman who could change energy in a mere snap of the fingers going from docile to angry in a split second and he knows that her threats aren’t empty. She wasn’t afraid to get blood on her hands and he’s always imagined that if killing him ever crossed her mind, she would make it as dramatic as she could. Perhaps some public display where she shoves him off of a bridge into roaring traffic below- the last thing he’d see as he fell to his death would be the woman he once loved standing on the edge of the bridge flicking him the bird as a final ‘fuck you’. She always wants the last word. It would certainly be a funny punchline to the joke that is his life: that he would die from the only woman he’s every truly loved. Maybe someone would write up his death into the script of some tragic hallmark movie: one of those low budget films where the audience would laugh at how ridiculous his death looked rather than feel any sort of sadness over it. Harley would come out looking like some sort of ‘bad bitch’ for getting rid of a man she believed cheated on her and he’d be demonized in the film as no one would believe him all of the times he pleaded Harley to believe the truth in the beginning of the film: that he never cheated on her.

     But despite these threats, he was far from scared- he has nothing to lose and his life held no meaning to him. The only woman he’s ever loved spites him over some rumors made from jealous villains who want to watch J crumble. “You? robbing a bank?” he questioned. “What are you going to do? Blind them with your hot pink sequins and snatch a dollar from the teller’s hand while that walking spear of asparagus friend of yours does all the work?” he asked. How cute. Of course he knows that Harley is more than capable of pulling off a massive heist- but he doesn’t dare give her credit where it’s due because she’s broken him. She doesn’t deserve anything good from him- not anymore. And while he’d never wish for her death (yet), he wants to laugh at her failures just as she laughed in his face when he swore that her accusations were based off of false petty rumors. Harley didn’t believe him- she never will and he feels betrayed.       She’s taken her hand back from him after he’s insulted her chipped nail polish and though his words were harsh, deep down, he missed being able to provide for her. He missed spoiling her with trips to the salon and shopping trips where she’d return to him and show off everything that she bought like her own personal fashion show and he was her audience and he’d always lather her in his admiration for how beautiful she was. Even on the days when she felt low- he was always her biggest supporter. But things are vastly different now. Though he stilled thought she was the prettiest woman in the world, she’d never allow him to spoil her again nor did she deserve to be spoiled anymore. J let out a deep sigh as he rolled his eyes as he animated his annoyance. “Ugh- why do you think you’re the best thing on this planet? Come on, Har-layy,” her name drug out in a similar fashion as Murray’s name rolled from his tongue. “Be honest with yourself, you wouldn’t even be who you are now without me. You’d still be some stiff working at the Asylum and you know it.”

continued: x @haerleen​

[fallencomrade]

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝙻   //     T̷ R̷ A̷ N̷ S̷ M̷ I̷ T̷ T̷ I̷ N̷ G̷ … 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚇𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂  //   [ SOURCE ] 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙳 :   QUINN.    ↦    @haerleen

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄. 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 - choose whichever h - word you so desire, but one thing james knows this woman will not be is helpful. more headache than anything. he will bet his last good arm on that certainty. james does not know the reason as to why sword wants her. if their intention is to enlist her, he will get on the wire right now and let them know that not only is that a DUMB idea but a dangerous one as well. distance - they should place as much distance between them and this... section 8 as possible, else run the risk of madness catching. he is unhinged enough. his cracked mind does not need any further encouragement.

maybe somewhere in that lunacy she has intel that sword wants to extract ? hah, good luck reaching inside that beartrap ! in these types of situations, he actually finds himself relieved that he has such poor interrogation skills. thanks to his lack of patience, brutally blunt honesty and the soldier's trigger happy tendencies, he will not be asked to question her. how fortunate he is for these small mercies and he does not even need to embellish. barely five minutes in her presence and he is practically begging her to bite her colorful tongue. deep breath barnes. get her to the extraction point and then you will be blissfully free.

oh, but she is ballsy, reaching for her weapon. in that second, the air suddenly shifts. the otherwise dispassionate ease laying dormant and bored in the man's eyes sharpens into something dangerous, provoked. the shift is instantaneous as bucky barnes - the gentleman ( or what is left of him ) - takes a backseat, pushed to the wayside by the rigid inflexibility of the trained soldier. oh miss quinzel, he did not want to treat you like a common, run - of - the - mill criminal, but now he will.

metal arm clamps down hard around her wrist, pressing bruises into flesh. a deadly warning is clear in the way he tips his head to the side, shadows overtaking the blues of his eyes. don't even think about it. none too gently, he spins her around, wrenching her arm behind her back and shoving her forward, but boy is she loud, sprouting inane comments and threats. this is the very reason why the soldier does not specialize in recovery missions. it is so much easier to simply snap a neck or fire a bullet ... that idea has him pause though, feet stumbling slightly, throat constricting with the stirrings of horror. look how accustomed he has become to the notions of murder. now, now he has come to even prefer it ?

after a beat or two, his vice grip around her lessens just enough not to bruise. james slips forward again, ashamed and prompted by the whispers of guilt. ❛  listen - just cooperate and everything will be fine, okay ? i promise you. ❜ they are the GOOD GUYS after all ... right ?

[sosmartme]

@haerleen​  said:  “We are so dead.” 

     The silence that followed the shattering of the glass orb was deafening. He’d barely brushed passed the pedestal when his arm hit the corner, causing it to wobble and the dark sphere to go rolling out off the edge. In a feeble attempt, he’d reached out to capture it but it was in vain as it slipped past his finger tips. He froze in place, uncertain of what his next action should be, only moving when Harley spoke up, freeing him from his paralysis. His eyes glanced to her before looking back down at the shattered remains.

           “We hide under rug?” He mimicked sweeping the broken parts under the run that ran down the length of the hallway. 

[movedcrimefightr]

                                                          "batsy, batsy, batsy"

             “ You know it’s not like beetlejuice. I still come up every time. “ 

unprompted   :  @haerleen ,