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Unicorn Cabin || Rei

Continued from X @byondtheveil

Bucky softly cups her cheek, kissing Rei with a joyous warmth. "Hm, just don't tell the unicorn police." Murmuring with a laugh as he pecks her lips once more before tugging his shoes off and crawling into the teepee.

He looks over at Alpine who seemed to be on planet 9. "Lucky kitty." He smiles before looking back at Rei. "You know, i still love when you're spontaneous."

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Who Are You Now? || Loki

@lokiswickedtruth​​​

Rough was an understatement for the long tortured soldier. 70 years a prisoner to his own mind. His body used by many. No security in himself. “I don’t think it’s going to work..” Uttering tiredly in the early hours of the morning. Though he still joined Ayo for their dawn spiritual therapy healing sessions. Most of them had ended badly in brain fog and feelings of hopelessness. But, she hadn’t given up on him. 

Something was different this morning. The coded husk grasp didn’t have such a strong pull on his mind. As Ayo spoke out the last code word, he didn’t feel that dreaded emptiness that would make him compliant for an assigned task. “You’re free.” She whispers to him. 

Though freedom didn’t ever seem to last long. 

As James Buchanan Barnes walked back down to the village, he saw something in the distance. Foolishly choosing to investigate it as a beacon of light swallowed him whole. Spat out on a junk yard of a planet he hadn’t known. Fight or Flight kicked in and he saw red as he fought his way out against the masked individuals that had claimed they wanted to capture and then eat him. 

“Where am I?” Asking as a woman that claimed to be a scrapper came up to him. 

“Sakaar. I’m not going to hurt you, you’re a fighter. Got a name?” Scrapper 142 speaks while offering him a spot in her air craft. 

“Bucky..” The retired asset answers as he takes a seat. Keeping his eyes on her. “What do I have to do in order to go home?” Questioning as the aircraft took flight. “Win a fight.” Scrapper 142 answers. 

Months had passed, Sakaar was his new home. Earning safety in fight after fight at least twice a week. While he didn’t enjoy it. It kept him safe, well taken care of and he wasn’t feared or hated. People praised the enhanced man with a bionic arm. The Grand Master’s new warrior was known as The Bloody Handed Ballistic. 

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Not Without You || Rumlow

@hailhydrasheads​

“This is such bullshit..” The asset huffs out. He’d pulled the blond man from the river. But that wasn’t his only concern. Their headquarters was in flames and his favorite handler was still in the building. 

“If you’re dead, I’m going to bring you back just to kill you..” Muttering as he pushed his way through the rubble. Finding Rumlow half trapped. 98 shoves the broken building chunks out of the way with his bionic hand -- as his flesh arm was still busted from the fight on the hellicarrier-- tugging Rumlow up over his shoulder. Disappearing with the unconscious man back to the safe house. 

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Down Time || Rumlow

Continued from X @hailhydrasheads​

98 looks over, hearing the half hushed voice of his handler. He hadn’t been under his command for more than a few months. But he’d known Rumlow long enough now to understand him. His tone wasn’t one of anger or annoyance. Body language had been calm. The young agent still didn’t attend the calibration sessions. Though, he never questioned it. Most of his handlers didn’t attend them. Just their top commander, Mr. Pierce. 

The soldat slowly moves to his feet, his bionic hand had flecks of blood on it. So he kept hand hand relaxed. Knowing sometimes his handlers wouldn’t get around to --or care enough-- cleaning him directly after a mission. Silently sitting himself down beside Agent Rumlow. His eyes averting to the floor of the back cabin in the van. A short nod at the information of how long it would be until they were back at the facility. 

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The Fourth Floor || Eddie/Venom

Continued from X @venom-inside-you​

Bucky rests back against the wall around the corner. Listening to see if his little bag of treats had been accepted. He heard both men speak. So, he knew that both of them were still home. He’d only ever seen Eddie in passing when coming and going from the apartment. Though with himself having mild agoraphobia, Bucky simply assumes that Eddie’s partner or room mate may have had it to a heavier degree.

“Oh.. good, they liked it.” Murmuring while he presses the button for the elevator. He didn’t pry on the conversation any further than what he deemed necessary. By the time that the elevator doors opened back up on his floor. He noticed that there was a little card in front of his apartment door. Glancing around, he didn’t pick it up while he entered the apartment, stepping on it and dragging it inside with him. 

Checking the security feed. He didn’t see anything nor anyone unusual. “Weird.. maybe I missed it earlier in the day?” Murmuring to himself as he finally picks it up. Opening it up while his back rests against the door. “Oh, well I could come by for a glass. Though.. how did he-- he’s.. like me isn’t he.” It clicked in his head all too quickly. Eddie had some type of enhancement or his room mate did to deliver a note that quickly. 

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Washing Up Tunes || Camilo

Continued From X  @thenergetictheaterkid​

Bucky wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there. But the song he’d heard was calming. Keeping a respectful distance from the teenager while he listens. He hadn’t been the only one that wandered by, stopped for a moment to listen and wander back away again. But, Bucky had stopped to listen to the song. He recognized it, and he wasn’t sure how, but he did. 

“siento interrumpir, pero ¿cómo se llama la canción que estabas cantando?“ Calmly speaking up after he heard the young man take a breath with the radio that had been playing. 

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Calm Afternoons || Steve

Continued from X @retiredexcap​

Bucky had been napping on the couch. Slowly waking up from the melody that was playing through the house. Steve had become much more reserved ever since he had retired. Quietly climbing off the couch. Grabbing his pillow and blanket. 

Silently walking in the room where Steve had been playing a beautiful melody on the piano. James knew the tune, it was one from when they were little kids. Watching him for a moment before laying down on the floor with his pillow and blanket.