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[superiorvengeance]

A concept: Magneto playing ‘stop hitting yourself’ with Bucky Barnes.

[cxptisgone]

"you're my best friend."

it was the only thing he could say to something like that. he truly believed in his heart that bucky shouldn't be blaming himself for the things he did as the winter soldier. if he'd been given a choice, if he had any sort of control he was certain his best friend wouldn't have done the things he had. and steve would continue to fight with bucky over that fact until the day they died. whenever that might be.

sighing, if he didn't believe his friend was innocent he wouldn't have gone to the lengths he had, nor would he have fought stark like he had in siberia. but how to get that through to his best friend? it seemed as if nothing he said or did would change his mind. he wasn't going to give up, though. steve had risked it all, he would still risk it all to make certain that his best friend wasn't found guilty by someone who was emotionally involved. you're emotionally involved, too, and you found him innocent.

he shoved the thoughts down, silenced the voice in his head and turned his attention to bucky once again. everything he said killed him on the inside and he knew he needed to do something, say something to remind him that he was still human no matter what the red room did to him.

"you were there for me every time i needed you, buck," he started to explain, knowing that the guilt he'd been carrying was finally going to see the light of day. "the one time you did — you didn't have a choice in what you did as the winter soldier. you can't blame yourself for that because i know the man you are would never consciously choose to do those things." he couldn't tell him that he was all that was left of his old life, that without him it had been difficult to find his way in the world. bucky had enough guilt on his shoulders without him adding more to it.

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He links his arm with the older man’s metal one, flashing a dazzling smile Bucky’s way. That alone means this can’t possibly be good. “Dad said I oughta be nicer, so I’m gonna start with helping the elderly cross the street.” 

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[dcvilment]

/tosses a donut at matt's head. [hey if ur back here then i have to come back to bug u that's the rules]

At his desk, Matt pretends like he can’t hear Bucky trying to sneak in. The pastry comes and he merely leans forward to reach across his desk and feel for a stack of files he knows are just up a bit to his left. Fingers gave a convincing pat pat to find them. The act did the trick and the donut missed him by a couple inches only for it to smack against the wall. Matt jerked back up to an alert position. “Hello? Who’s there?” If Bucky thought he could get Matt to slip up, he had another thing coming. 

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[text] Girls throw themselves at me ok bitch (aka Bucky denying that he’s at all into Tony)

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[ text : bucky ] only when i’m standing directly behind you. [ text : bucky ] ....bitch.

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Bobby wishes he could say to his credit he wakes up the second that someone opens the bedroom door, but he doesn’t. He wishes he can say it’s the moment the bed dips, but he doesn’t. Sprawled out atop the duvet on his bed, Bobby lays on his back, clad only in a pair of briefs, left arm propped up behind his head. It’s maybe half after four in the morning, judging by the lack of sun, but he doesn’t notice. When a lone figure slips into his bed his body turns, naturally desiring the ability to cuddle. It’s only when his morning alarm goes off at six that Bobby even realizes there’s someone else there; and it’s not graceful. 

With a loud yelp he jumps out of bed, tripping over his pants and falling to the ground in tangle of his own making. “What the!?!” he shouts, rubbing at his head with a groan. “What are... when did you come in?” he asks, trying to get his eyes to focus on the figure in his bed.

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"It's a Swiss Army knife."

And it was one of three knives she had on her person. Tucked into each boot was a knife and then tucked in on her back underneath her jacket was another. Though that one she used only when she felt like she had no other choice. Or when she wanted her enemy to die a slow, painful death. The poison it was coated with was one she was immune to thanks to her time with the League. Most people weren't immune to it and she knew it made for a formidable weapon. Of course,  Talia wasn't going to tell him that. She had no idea who he was or if he could be trusted. For all she knew he was working with Bruce or Ra's and even if he wasn't she couldn't afford to trust him. Instead, she was on guard, watching for any sign that he would cause her trouble. The moment he did she would put an end to it. Until then, though, she would play along in the hopes she could get more information about him.

"No woman should walk around unarmed."

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