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She isn't being coy or playing games when she tells him she wishes to be alone, at least in theory. She's gotten as far as she has in the SOE because there's never so much as a nick in the air of competency she wears around herself like armor. It's an armor she can't seem to quite summon the strength for today, much as she might try. Peggy was hoping that her own reputation or her sullen air might keep everyone far enough away to keep from seeing her red-rimmed eyes or the way she needs to pause and collect herself every so often. But then she'd not counted on James Barnes taking an interest in her.

She could, she suppose, leave, but she's never been that much of a coward. She could remove him bodily, but even if she wanted to, she's not sure she could summon the energy. "By all means, pull up a chair," she replies dryly with a roll of her eyes, moments after he's already done just that. Reluctantly, she reaches out and takes the proffered glass, tossing it back. She fixes him with a piercing gaze, looking for what emotion she can suss out. "Then I suppose the question becomes why are you here unofficially?"

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Ava would never get used to that infernal machine. She'd made the attempt to vibrate her molecules out of tune with it so that it wouldn't have so much of an effect on her; but that proved to be a failure, her vision growing black until she'd fallen unconscious. Noise echoed around her, voices, explosions, Alexei's gleeful yells... It all felt so far away as she clawed her way back to consciousness. you're alrigh'. She wanted to believe that. Maybe she did but was lying to herself that it would never last, this little thing that had fallen together like misshapen pieces from random jigsaw puzzles. It was working when it shouldn't. "Tell that to my aching head." Fingers gripped the edge of the seat before she was put down, pained eyes drifting up to meet his. The last person she thought would drag her out of that mess. Not because they felt ill will for each other; he just seemed like the loner type. "Thanks for the rescue... did we win?"

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yeah , maybe a little too well , ❞ bucky says , his brow furrowing as he watches her fire two more shots into the target . he knows she has basic shield training , part of how she got into the business && how they met in the first place , but part of him is rather unnerved by the way she easily takes out two of the paper targets with the rather sizeable rifle he's provided her . he removes the safety glasses from his face , hits the button to retrieve the paper targets , though now they RESSEMBLE shredded paper more than they do any semblance of people . part of him wonders if maybe he's brought work home with him a little too often . ❝ that was actually pretty good , ❞ he says . ❝ though , if you don't mind . ❞ he steps around @agntwells , lifting her elbows just slightly higher . ❝ if you go for a HEADSHOT , the likelihood of you offloading so many bullets will be reduced . you aim between the eyes && with the recoil it should hit the centre of their foreheads . ❞

Liza had thought she’d wind up being rusty at this, it’d been a little while since she’d had some proper target practice. Her job didn’t exactly require regular recertification or anything like that, but she knew it never hurt to stay practiced. Turns out she had nothing to worry about, it was like getting back onto a bicycle. Taking a breath, she set the rifle down for a moment as Bucky switched out the targets. “Pft. Too well.” Liza rolled her eyes and shook her head once.

Still, she preened under the actual praise, lifting the rifle back to her shoulder as he came to adjust her posture just slightly, telling her to aim between the eyes. “You make it sound so easy.” Liza muttered teasingly, glancing at Bucky from the corner of her eye and quirking a brow slightly before focusing back on the task at hand and the target in front of her. Lining herself up, she took the shot and--

“Well, that was close.” Liza smiled, not missing entirely, but she was a little off to the left, right above an eye. Looking at Bucky again, her expression softened slightly. "You can praise me again. I actually don't mind it much."

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@wscldier asked: ❛ just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie. ❜

Bucky’s voice had cracked just slightly at the end, and that was enough to freeze her in place for a second. He never asked for this—not comfort, not softness. He was the one who stood guard at night, who scanned every room twice, who always made sure she walked on the inside of the sidewalk. Hearing him ask for something so bare made her chest tighten.

She shifted closer without a word and wrapped her arms around him. He was warm and solid under her hands, his shoulders tense like he was bracing for something worse. Yelena didn’t say “it will be okay” right away. She pressed her face to his neck, closed her eyes, and just breathed with him for a while. Only when she felt his arms start to loosen—just barely, like his muscles didn’t know how to stop fighting—did she speak.

“It will be okay,” she said quietly. Her voice was even, not sweet or soft, but steady. “Because it’s not a lie. I believe we will be okay. You will be. I will fight off any ghosts that dare come back.” She pulled back just enough to look at him, her hand brushing his hair out of his face. There was so much in those eyes of him. She might had feared the Winter Soldier once but his eyes, even back then, always made her pause and think. See the man under the mask. “You’re not alone. Not now, not with me.” And if that was the only truth she could offer tonight, she made sure he felt it in the way she held on to him like she meant it. Because she did. “Focus on me,”

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She worked better alone.

Always had, always will. 'Spiders are solitary creatures,' as Dreykov was fond of reminding her. So if you asked her, Yelena had received the news of a shared mission fairly well. She could easily have taken it out on more than just training dummies. Really, her handlers should have been pleased. It wasn't like she could have turned it down, anyway.

Yelena was pressed flat on her stomach, rifled cradled in her shoulder as she scanned the horizon through her scope. So far, nothing - nothing but the lightening sky and @wscldier's slow, controlled breathing at her side.

Yelena flexed her stiff fingers on the grip, grimacing. It was strange - working alongside him had her on edge. But not because of him.

It was the silence.

Alone, she expected it. Embraced it. But lying next to him? The Winter Soldier?

It felt like waiting. Like being assessed. Like the prickle that skitters down your neck when someone is observing you.

"Careful, soldat." Yelena said, falling back on her last line of defense - words. Even spoken softly, she felt far too loud in the predawn stillness. "Keep this quiet up and I might start to think you enjoy my company."

#wscldier #( ooc. ) picked a prompt & went a little wild with it whoops - based on the idea that they only know each other as colleagues at first hehe #feel free to change anything🫡#⧖ ⸻ starters.#⧖ ⸻ a much less merciful widow. 〖 verse one 〗

another day, another disaster. cherry wouldn't consider herself a regular at this club in particular, but the scene was her natural habitat—historically, at least. it was difficult to remember the last time she was able to let her hair down and allow the music to pulse through her, but tonight wouldn't be a reunion between her and the vibe. as tempting as it all was, she had a mission to complete.

she'd been tracking down a certain boto cor-de-rosa for a week. he wasn't the greatest threat to humanity she'd ever faced, just a significant annoyance. every night, another woman seduced. every morning, another pregnancy and no man to be found. unchecked, there was no telling how long he'd be able to stay in the area before anyone caught on.

she didn't intend to slay or even harm the boto. all she had to do was put the fear in him, let any threat and its implications speak for themselves. crowded as the venues were, it helped that he dressed all in white. that significantly narrowed down her suspects. what she didn't need were obnoxious pricks riding her tail.

sometimes, under very certain circumstances, a teasing rejection could mean, "try a little harder." usually, "no" simply meant no. the stupider the clinger, the harder to shake off. cherry felt guilty pulling a stranger into her strange charade, but he had an imposing enough stature—the kind of striking features that would intimidate when her own failed. it helped that he was a little cute, in that scrappy stray kind of way. she'd picked worse.

when he joined her pantomime, relief flooded. he did just enough to play along without making it weird. she appreciated it more than she could convey. "took you long enough, babe," she cheered, perhaps slightly louder than necessary. her arms rested on his shoulders to keep him close. after pausing a moment, she lowered her voice, enunciated as clearly as she could, and hoped he could read lips. "the pentelho cut his losses yet?"

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#wscldier #cherry — v. friend to call my own.#not sure if you intended this to continue or not but #here's a thing

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it probably isn't the wisest idea to break into a super soldier's house. that is, of course, advice for simpler people who aren't also super soldiers.

and, to be fair — it is his fault for not being home when she arrives. yelena at least has the decency to keep her break-in neat & tidy. ( security deposits aren't something you can afford to forfeit in this economy, after all )

to barnes' credit, he shows up within the hour, which means he can catch yelena perched on his kitchen counter and his cabinets wide open, its contents being put through yelena's ... rigorous consideration ...

"james — " it's not 'barnes' today, she decides. nor is it ' bucky '. there's a certain ' i came here to be annoying on purpose ' mood that yelena wants to establish immediately. "you should invest in cup noodles. good for on the go. or for company."

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