#rzhavyy

[celestialmutant-blog]

@rzhavyy

    the only thing on her mind is get away as she runs down the street as fast as her legs can take her. she has no idea where she’s going or what she’s doing, but she knows that she has to get out. she’s turning a corner, looking over her shoulder when she slams into something, hard.

    ‘ oh-- i’m so sorry, sir, i-- ’

[ayorkheir-blog]

@rzhavyy

George stumbled across the streets of Bucharest chuckling as he looked for his friends apartment. He climbed up the fire escape and looked between a few windows. Which one was his friends? Was this even the right apartment building. He looked around and swore it was the one on the left, at least his drunk mind swore it. He shoved the window open and stumbled into the apartment building. 

He frowned glancing around, it didn’t look like he remembered it. He’d have to ask his friend in the morning what he had changed. But currently he didn’t care all too much. He was drunk and exhausted to be short. He stumbled to the couch and dropped onto it shutting his eyes. Just as he did he got a sort of sinking feeling that he was being watched and sat up his eyes squinting into the dark of the apartment. 

[ericsaltzman-blog]

@rzhavyy cont.

[ text; bucky ] and here i thought that i was being subtle  😉 [ text; bucky ] tell me how those dreams go in the morning  😉 😉 😉

[crimsonxwisp-blog]

@rzhavyy When the Germans invaded Wanda’s hometown, the life she had known shattered like glass before her eyes. Her home had been used for battleground between the Axis Powers and the Allies, destroying her childhood and bringing death, pain, and sorrow. When the war claimed her parents, she and her brother had been taken as prisoners of war, experimented on in vile unspeakable manners. For months Wanda endured the torment of the organization called HYDRA.  A sliver of hope seemed attainable when the Allies destroyed the facility, but instead of greeting her with an offer of refuge, they bound her and kept her detained on their travel. Days later, they arrived at what she assumed was one of their camps. She remained huddled in the corner of the metal box she’d been kept in as curious and judgmental eyes peered through the small slits to get a look at her, snickering and uttering slanderous words. Unnatural... Dangerous... Freak... The brunette knew what they were speaking of, but none of those things were true. She was still Wanda, just Wanda. The box was not pried open for another several minutes, it hit the floor with a thud and she tumbled out to a cold ground of concrete. Though scared, she regained herself, looking about the room. It was all made of concrete with one light swinging from the ceiling. Did they keep prisoners here? She slowly got on her feet and brushed herself off, not knowing what to expect next. 

[thickcrskiin]

  “as i recall, you owe me a rain check, dear mister barnes.” she’d sidled up next to him and gently and affectionately headbutted his non-metal arm before rocking side to side on her heels. she’d completely understood that steve needed him the last time, but it had been a while since then, and she sort of missed bucky- she missed hanging out with him, and really, she just missed him in general. // @rzhavyy !