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[humcniisms-a]

          ▬ BUCKY / @sparedparts → REASONS TBH.

          ❛ C’mon---British Bake Off starts in TEN MINUTES! ❜

[nytigress]

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Honestly fuck that anon. Your writing is amazing ❤️

thanks bae. <3

[warringpeace]

starter for @sparedparts

                “No. I think it is best that you do not drink this, James Barnes.”

Before he knew Bucky’s real name, he had often called him “the Soldier of Winter’. It reminded him of his adoptive brother, Loki, but unlike the trickster, Bucky had a sense of honor and loyalty. His mind may have been warped by decades of conditioning, but at his core, Thor believed that he was a good man. 

Which was why he thought that this sudden desire to DRINK Asgardian ale was a little...uncharacteristic.

He raised his glass higher, trying to keep it out of Bucky’s reach. 

[starktonystark]

@sparedparts.

rather unsubtly, his fingertips dug into the charcoal vest framing his figure with the company of a furrowed brow. allowing them to trip over the buttons in a slow sort of movement, tony's focus was completely on the man before him... captured and caged like an animal. he swallowed. with his jaw set, tilt of the cranium is preformed before he found his words. " i wouldn't guess a bombing to be your style. " he pocketed his hands.

[humcniisms-a]

          ▬ BARNES, JAMES / @sparedparts → STARTER CALL.

          ❛ SHIT! ❜     snapped, hand falling away from his ear and the communication device tucked inside it; he’s been trying for the better part of an hour to get a hold of SOMEONE and what does he get once he FINALLY does?     ❛ Guess we’re on our own for this one. ❜     NOT the first time, not likely to be the last time, but he’s starting to get a little SICK of being left out here on his own constantly. stating to feel like they think he’s SUPERHUMAN or something. head tilting to the side, fingers tighten around the grip of his pistol.     ❛There’s NO backup comin’, we’ll have to figure out how to get the hell outta here OURSELVES. ❜

[nytigress]

                                 ❛    hey you.   ❜     a pause as she beams, recognizing the patron wandering past the abandoned hostess station within the desolate establishment.     ❛    fresh coffee, black. waiting at the corner booth in the back.   ❜     curiosity has drawn her to the man who consistently arrives in the dead of night, boredom prompting her to linger in his company far longer than she’s certain he’d desire.  it was that damned desire for more, for ACTION, for DANGER, for whatever life would throw her way that led her to trouble, dangling from many a skyscraper. 

                                                                                     ------ @sparedparts.

[nytigress]

                                                    her introduction went off without a hitch, the cheers roaring throughout the entire nightclub. THE JACKPOT had become her haven, her pet project, creating something for others to seek an escape from the outside world. but bliss was short-lived, the earth shaking beneath the feet of her patrons whilst she signaled the disc jockey to make a calm announcement for people to seek safety.   & soon chaos erupted, fissures spreading through the wall behind the bar, liquor bottles trembling & crashing to the ground, shattering, before the confrontation outside bled into her club. 

                                                    the walls were decimated, the redhead guiding patrons to safety, risking her own life as the battle raged around her, stopping dead in her tracks as a blur of red, white & blue whizzed past. cheers turned to screams, cries for help deafening the owner. the cracking ceiling was poised to fall forcing MJ to push a young brunette from danger, leaving her to watch in horror as it came hurtling for her. 

                                                                                      ( @sparedparts )

[ofendiings]

Clint  +  instagram   ( bonus )      ft. @sparedparts