#thecoldsoldiers

[thehxrkness]

@thecoldsoldiers started following you

"Oh, now I've seen everything. First the green boy, now you with the metal arm? Where do they find you crazy people for the Avengers?"

[what-the-stark]

@thecoldsoldiers from x

Right. Tony knew this game. He'd invented this game.

And he'd say define fine, but he had the feeling that being a smartass wasn't going to help matters any since only one of them had coffee in their system as of yet. Brow furrowing slightly, he watched Bucky shuffle past, his entire body telling the story he apparently would rather keep to himself.

Well. Better to speak up now than be witness to an unfortunate coffee-making incident. And he did get it. Some days closing your eyes just did more harm than good.

"If you use your words I'll make you some of that amazing Italian blend Rhodey sent me for my birthday." Drinking from his own cup, Tony made an exaggerated noise of nearly obscene approval. "Blatant bribery, sure, but I promise you it's literally life-changing."

[wnterwolf-shieldcaptn]

@thecoldsoldiers continued from here: xXXx

"Who says I'd be bored? I have all kinds of hobbies, I can cook, I bake. I'd thrive in retirement." Graciously taking the drink that was handed to him does Sam find himself grateful for Bucky's presence, though they tease and bicker with one another it's always done in a way that managed to make him smile when he needed it most.

The Captain peers down at the glass, a puzzled expression overtaking him as his face scrunches into one of confusion as he attempts to figure out what Bucky had poured him before shrugging and taking a large swig. "I feel like I got hit by a truck and then the guy didn't think he did a good enough job of it so he backed over me again for good measure, after that someone took out a lead pipe and decided to take a few swings at me with it. That is exactly how I feel right now." Perhaps Bucky didn't need his long drawn out dramatic explanation, but doing so made him feel slightly better so Sam didn't feel bad about it.

[etherealstarr]

@thecoldsoldiers: x

Oh, he was speaking her language. It was easy to cover up plenty of things when she could phase her fist right through a man’s chest and make him think twice about lying. “Right. I could twist one of his kidneys from the inside out. Give him a nice cramp in his hamstring. Ooo, simulating some carpal tunnel might not be a bad thing.”

[valdefontaine]

@thecoldsoldiers from here !

"No, and no." Her eyes followed the pens with an accompanying frown before she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "Lucky for you, no one else works on this holiday." In the past, sure, she would have taken the end of the year off, too, and fucked off on a nice trip to Rome with--whatever. She's back in her office.

"If you're looking for anything about me, it's already leaked online." She reached for one of her iPads and shoved it towards Bucky's direction. "If you want to know anything else, I don't know, be a little more secretive when you talk to our hair dresser."

[jeff-the-landshark]

“Land Shark, have you seen Alpine around? She’s a white cat with a habit of getting into trouble.”

mrrr? mrrr!!

[Jeff asks if this is her? they are chasing a Stark mouse together!!]

[fuelinthetank]

“What are you? What is that?”

This was getting old, but considering how often Venom seemed to want to take a peek like a curious dog during an outing to the park, Eddie wasn't entirely surprised every now and then a curious bystander would ask him about Venom. And if it were kids or old people he could say Venom's head was actually a balloon and Venom would, understandably so, get very, very offended.

He thought New Yorkers were self centered people who didn't care about other people's businesses. So what was up with everybody?

"Huh? What?"

"Oh you mean that--that is..."

"LET ME EAT HIS BRAIN, EDDIE! NO WITNESSES. STEALTHY STYLE."

"No eating brains while we're here", he murmured. "That is uhm--no one."

"NO ONE??" Venom asked, offended, being absorbed once more into Eddie's body.

[tosinwithagrin]

Motherfucker. Why now?

Fingers gripped the weapon, holding it steady as he listened to the pathetic babbles from in front of him, the pathetic excuse for a look out, mentioning that he’d caught glimpse of the ‘Winter Soldier’ and the new ‘Cap’ Wilson snooping where they didn’t belong, nearing closer to his goddamn warehouse and motherlode of supplies. ( Fucking figured didn’t it? There was only so long one could hide in the shadows and get away with murder without going unnoticed and yet, nothing was as it seemed. ) For despite Rumlow going off the deep end and blowing himself to kingdom come, Jack’s vengeance was being directed elsewhere. The Avengers and their merry men weren’t to blame for shit hitting the fan. They’d merely unearthed what was rotten and put the truth to light. 

Nah, it was HYDRA that needed taking down a peg or two. He didn’t care whether they were fractured and hiding with their tails between their legs, it wasn’t enough for him to sit on the side-lines and give them a moment to breathe. The idea of them rebuilding and their notorious motto becoming reality kept him up at night. ( They’d left them all to die, STRIKE had given them everything and it had all been for nothing. They’d been abandoned, betrayed. ) So much for fucking loyalty. They wouldn’t know it if it danced around them wearing Rogers spandex. He’d been patient, methodical. Building up his armoury and hiring very few men. He’d learned his mistake about getting close to someone, the grief a constant reminder to stay repressed. Had one of those bastards fucked up? Made too much noise? Was it sheer coincidence that those righteous arseholes were now treading within his territory? He’d heard the rumours, watched the news. Barnes had been somewhat pardoned, super-serum had been prevented from hitting the streets again - something about justice. It hadn’t mattered either way. ( He hadn’t even considered approaching anyone from the past for assistance, let alone him. ) The memories of the bank vault had been hazy at first, his amnesia having to be expected thanks to Romanoff having whacked him off a table. Yet, he did remember now, remembered the eeriness of the asset. The brainwashing, he’d been forced to witness. Maybe that should have opened his eyes, but by then he’d been in too deep. They all had.  Rising from the chair he’d been situated in, he urged his ruined leg to behave, placing the gun down and barked at the hireling to leave. Fingers found the alcohol bottle nearby, necking it back as he picked up the remote. Even had he wanted to fight, he wouldn’t have stood a chance against them. The memories of  being beaten in the elevator by the old Cap coming to mind. From what he knew, Wilson didn’t have the same shit inside his veins, but Barnes was a force to be reckoned with, even now. ( Besides, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t want that. ) He had no beef with him, and so instead of displaying hostility, he observed the CCTV and then headed for the area, having stripped himself down, so it was clear he wasn’t armed. Hopefully that would be enough to give pause, for him to survive this encounter with the man with the metal arm who had haunted his dreams.

If not… well at least he’d see Brock again.