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[weathergoddess]

Paper Wars | Bucky and Ororo

The smell of new books filled the air as Ororo slowly made her away along an aisle. The soft murmur of the bookstore’s patrons filtered into the background. The end of the semester is nigh which means she has approximately 2 weeks to complete her prep before the start of next semester. Ororo is nothing if not prepared. She had completed most of her lesson and activities for the upcoming months and one of the last things on her to-do list was to purchase the student’s books.

She trailed her fingers along the row of books as she continued her search. This was one of her favorite parts of preparation. She could have easily have sent her list out with one of the others as they completed their errands. Instead, she always made the time in her busy schedule to find her way here to her favorite bookstore. It was alight with life and lights, decorated for the holiday season and swarming with university students studying for their finals.

Shrieks suddenly filled the air followed by a loud crash and clatter of falling books. Without hesitation, Ororo swings past people as everyone’s eyes draw to the source of the calamity. She rounds a corner and approaches the madness.

There were several shelves of books overturned and papers floated, scattered everywhere. At the center of the destruction was 3 figures...or perhaps 4? There was a man scrambling up from the ground who may have been part of the altercation or just a bystander.

Regardless of the number, one man with long, shaggy dark hair appeared outnumbered.

“Enough!” her voice echoed with the force of a tornado. “What in the Goddess name is going on here?”

[blxckestwidxw-blog]

You’re on your own // Nat & Bucky

It was almost black, her sight was minimal on any side. She had to do this in the dead of night, they would be on guard but not as much as they would during the day. In the night she could easily blend in to her surroundings when she heard a foot patrol near her location. Though there weren’t as many as she would have thought. She reached the base with only one takedown, which she considered a personal record.

At the door stood two guards, relaxed and smoking cigarettes. They were joking around with each other in German, Natasha picking up a few words here and there. She reached in to her pocket and grabbed out two tiny discs. She threw them and they latched on to the uniform of the guards. They barely had time to look down at them before they fell over from the electric shock that was in the discs. Smiling, Nat ran up to the door, careful to avoid any unwanted attention.

Inside the compound was colder than the outside. Made of solid concrete and steel, it was sturdy, but a few well placed bombs would destroy it easily, should she need to. She rounded a few corners before she came in contact with any guards. They were all sitting in a rec room playing cards and laughing with each other. Nat rolled her eyes, she would think that they would be on high alert what with the Winter Soldier systematically destroying their bases. She took them all down within ten minutes, not that she was timing herself, though she really should.

She found a keycard off of one of the guards and tailed it out of the room. This base was important, before the fall, she saw the location on a list of HYDRA bases on Fury’s desk. This one had been highlighted, saying that it had extra sensitive information, though she hadn’t thought anything about it at the time, it made more sense now.

Nat rounded a corner and almost ran into an impressively solid body. She slipped the keycard into her pocket, ready to take down the person who stood in her way before she looked up and recognised the messy mop of hair.

“James?” She sighed and relaxed slightly but then remembered herself. “What are you doing here?” Her posture still defensive and ready for a fight should it arise to that.

[ahawkunmade]

The Enemy of my Enemy || Clint & Bucky

There was a small shift of weight from Clint, his knee pad scraping gently against the flat top roof of the building he was perched on, sharp eyes looking through the binoculars in his hand as he slid his gaze over pedestrians down below. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking for, maybe just a clue in how these people walked, or if they looked over their shoulder one too many times. At this point anything could be a hint, and there was a bloodlust to get his hands on a HYDRA operative, if only to make them beg for mercy after he forced them to spill every ounce of information they had.

It was late, the sun beginning to sink below the towering buildings of the city. Still the streets remained alive, blaring horns, bright lights, and flashing signs. ‘The city that never sleeps’ certainly lived up to its title.

Clint was just about to move his position, perhaps head south into a quieter area when a glint caught his eye. Lifting the binoculars once more, the archer focused in, gritting his teeth when he saw -just for a moment- a flash of metal along an arm that was quickly covered up by a sleeve. A slight movement of the wrist brought his eyes on the face of the so called Winter Soldier...the HYDRA operative that had been responsible for most if not all of the damage done to SHIELD.

There was a flare of rage, Clint commanding his quiver to prep a particular arrow head, one with enough shock power to hopefully paralyze that arm long enough for Clint to launch an attack. He needed him alive, but if it ended in killing the other man, Clint figured it would be one less thing to worry about regardless. 

Already he was moving, abandoning his post as he used the cover of darkness to close in on his target. Thankfully the streets along this area were fairly empty, the backroads offering some privacy as Clint rounded a corner and lifted his bow, taking aim at the man before whistling loudly to him.

“Picked the wrong night to go sightseeing asshole.” He grunted, letting the arrow fly before charging towards him.

[weathergoddess]

Chance Meeting | Bucky and Ororo

The sun beat down brightly on her as she strolled through the park. She enjoys her time with Mother Earth and tries to cherish the moments where she can bask in nature’s undisturbed beauty. A soft breeze flowed around her, billowing her hair towards he right. She held her wide-brimmed hat down onto her head, worn more for anonymity than sun protection. Her sunglasses served a similar purpose.

Life at the mansion is great. Mutant-human relations in government have cooled down. Xavier is working diligently on his vision of improving the lives of mutants who have no support. Logan has gone off on another mission to find himself. The younger X-Men have grown wonderfully into their roles as leaders among the residents of the Mansion. She should be happy. Yet why does she have a sinking feeling in her core. Is it sadness? Is it dread? Ororo is unsure but something doesn’t feel quite right. She not even sure if it’s just regarding herself or something else entirely. It’s the reason she’s been taking more breaks from the mansion and surrounding herself with nature’s calm.

She takes in a deep breath, eyes closed as she lifts her face to the sun; the warmth rejuvenating her. Just ahead on the path she notices a bench and decides it’s time to get back to her reading or she’ll never finish her book. She sits at one end of the bench which is currently occupied. Looking over, she offers a half smile. “I hope you don’t mind. The next bench is nearly on the other side of the park and it’s always completely full.” She then opens up her book in hopes of not disturbing the stranger. It’s a testament to how distracted she is, Ororo never really got a really good look at him.