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          He can SEE the argument looming in the other man and he prepares to push back against it. He’s seen fighters at their very limits, pushed PAST exhaustion. And they still look better than Barnes does right now. His eyes seem barely able to stay open, he’s LEANING like he’s half in the bag... there’s no way he can so much as send him to the sandbag to pound it out. The kid needs SLEEP. Anyone can see that.

          He knows he’s hard on his fighters, even on the ones that just come to train for PERSONAL reasons and not to actually fight. It gets results. But, he’s not a fucking SADIST. Anyone who comes in looking even HALF as bad as Bucky does and he sends them home. His fighters are trained to push to their limits and beyond, but it’s clear that just by GETTING here, Bucky’s pushed past what he can do. Now he just needs to get some REST.

          “Bullshit. NO ONE goes a week and you’re NOT fine,” Brock insists, shaking his head firmly. He’s about to argue further when Bucky tips, arms moving immediately to wrap around him to help keep the younger man upright. Biting back a sigh at the PETULANT response he gets, Brock stands behind Bucky, one hand running over his back lightly.

          “Kiddo... you’re in ROUGH shape. Let me take you home, okay? Please?” he asks gently, keeping one hand on his lower back. Ever since the first day Bucky had come into the gym, he’d felt this SURGE of protectiveness for the younger man. And he’s not about to let one of his most dedicated people wander off while in this bad of shape. It’s still early, the gym is mostly empty. He won’t be missed if he’s gone. Standing behind Bucky, Brock puts his hands on his shoulders and squeezes gently. “C’mon, kiddo... let me take you home.”

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It had sounded so much better in his head than it had once he'd spoken it. Who actually said something like that? Who actually thought that it was brave to represent their country on the biggest stage in the world? He sure as hell didn't. At least not at that point in his life. Back in the beginning, when he was swimming for fun and before he'd even thought about getting into competitive swimming, he thought those who represented their countries were brave. He'd even  gone so far as to think that one day he would be as brave as them when it came to representing his country. Steve knew he'd been naïve back then, he'd thought it would be easy, that he could get in front of the cameras and talk about how much of an honour it was to actually represent his own country. Of course, he could put on an act, of course he could smile and show the world he was grateful to be representing the United States. But under the surface he could feel the burden slowly weighing him down.

No one knew just how he felt, how much of an act it was when they paraded him out in front of the cameras. Not even his coach knew how much he hated it when they paraded him out like some sort of dancing monkey. He didn't mind the pool, the numerous laps and the thrill that came each time he heard the starting gun go off. Hell, he even loved hearing the crowd, the competition from the others as they chased their common goal; the clock. Steve had only come close to breaking the world record once and had set numerous American records in between. His goal had been to set a world record at the upcoming games but something told him it might not be possible. Bucky was one of the few competitors that could push him to where he needed to be for that to happen and yet he didn't think he'd even see the man at the Olympics. Thinking about that had a knot forming in his stomach. Somehow he'd become smitten with him and thinking he wouldn't be at the next Olympics had him feeling a bit sad. This could be their last competition together. This could be one of the few times they actually spent time together.

He didn't want to think about that. Bucky had come to his room, was laying there in his bed, and for all he knew it would be the last time they did this. No, his focus needed to be on the competition and not on the fact that he may or may not have fallen for someone he was supposed to be competing against. He had to shove it all down, he had to ignore everything that wasn't swimming until the competition was over. If they ended up at the Olympics together then he could figure out what to do. But until that time Steve knew he needed to focus on swimming. Yes, the company was nice. Yes, having his friend there was nice. But swimming needed to be his only focus.

"I know how you feel. Some days I can smell chlorine just by walking into my bathroom. I think it's permanently stuck in my sense of smell."

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    Blue eyes carefully train on Darcy’s form, and for a moment he isn’t sure which is actually worst: the possibility that Darcy will glue everything in the room together, or that she’ll actually burn the place down. The girl is great in the kitchen and she could probably make it look like an accident, which is why he’s not sure which to take more seriously. Letting out a slow, careful breath, he gives her a slight smile. “Darc. I love you. But if you do any of those while I go and grab us some beers, I will question your sanity. Just because there was a few horror movies on and we watched one does not automatically mean a ghost is going to come and get you while I’m two feet away.”

“You don’t know that!” She insisted, clinging to his arm even tighter to keep him from leaving the sofa. “You don’t know how ghosts operate, I could totally get spirited off.” She gave him a pointed look before, just to make a point, slowly holding up a tube of crazy glue she’d had in her pocket. “I’ll glue myself to your arm if that’s what it takes, Barnes, don’t think I won’t.”

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❝Man, I don’t know about you but I am STARVING. How do you feel about waffles?❞

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          Looking around as someone else comes into the gym, Daisy pushes a loose strand of hair away from her face. She hesitates slightly when she sees WHO it is. Even before the whole HYDRA reveal and everything, she’d known who Bucky Barnes was. She can still remember the feel of the names inscribed on the wall of VALOUR under her fingers. And then when HYDRA and everything had been revealed and the TRUTH had come out about them and everything that they had done... it makes her SHUDDER to think what they might have done to her if she’d been exposed to the Terrigen crystals BEFORE their agents had been purged from S.H.I.E.L.D. And now... with everything ELSE that had happened... she couldn’t imagine him having an easy time of things.

          Putting a WARM smile on her face, Daisy shrugged out of her sweater and tossed it aside before stepping over. “Hey... Barnes, right? I’m Daisy. Daisy Johnson,” she greets, holding one wrapped hand out to him. “Don’t suppose you’re looking for a SPARRING partner, by chance?”

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As bad as her day had started this was most definitely the best outcome she could have gotten. A brighter mood, shown by the smile on her face, she set down a plate with their dinner ( just some simple pasta she had fixed ) in front of Bucky. Siting down across from him, Pepper was determined to let him try it first before starting on her own dinner. “I’m actually glad we finally get to do this. I mean, this is nothing special but still... nice. I hope you like it, it’s a special recipe my dad and I created when I was younger.“

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He’s jolted awake by the sound, his own nightmare slipping away into the cold harshness that is reality – and the fact that it isn’t HIS scream for a change. It made his brows furrow and for a second he debated if this was even real, if something was going on that he hadn’t managed to register, but then it hit him in his sleep addled mind – there was FAINA in the house.

Quickly, Bucky threw back the covers to his bed and padded out of the room, footsteps virtually silent as he headed in through Faina’s door. His hand reached for the light, flicking it on quickly and wincing as light flooded the room. “Are you okay? Fuck, Faina…” His eyebrows furrow together more and he reaches out, carefully taking a seat on the edge of her bedspread. “Was it a nightmare? Hey, hey you’re safe now, just breathe with me okay? In for five, out for seven, repeat.”

The surge of brightness has Faina curling deeper into herself, stifling another scream against her pajamas. She expects blinding whiteness and screaming sirens and her neurons reacting like machine gun fire—a special torture they’d concocted just for her but it never comes. Just the dull hum of the compact fluorescent lightbulbs overhead. Her whole body shakes as Barnes sits down on the edge of her bed and she knows its him before she opens her eyes – knows by the faint sound of his footfalls, the weight distribution as he sits – knows it more by those things than by any real awareness of where she is.

She shakes her head back and forth, forehead still pressed to her knees. “<I do not want to go back,>” she manages, her voice pitched high and close to hysterics. She repeats the phrase over and over again, it’s the only thought in her mind, the only words her mouth can form. “<Do not make me go back.>”

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—— 〖✹〗; Only my OWN

                         It was safe to say what happened was enough for the Witch’s blood to BOIL. ❝I cannot believe you!❞ she hisses, pure venom in her tone as she clenches her fists. Scarlet energy forming around them as she locked eyes with the Winter Soldier.  ❝You’ve been acting as if I’m your property! ❞ Her Sokovian accent was heavy as she got angrier, a flash of Scarlet takes over her emerald orbs as she tried to appear bigger and more dangerous than the Winter Soldier.