Wyatt Barnes

OC account Just for fun Unless stated images are not mine, all credit to original owners

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Beware the gay mutant agenda!!

Sup losers? Name’s Wyatt, college athlete by day, X Men by night and they know me as Ricochet.

Oh yeah, my dad’s a supersoldier and my grandpa’s a wanted criminal

The Fam: Mom @mutantontheloose Dad @justawhitewolf Mikey @stream-fire Em @just-a-fucking-civilian Leo @poor-lost-leo Novie (spare parts/twin) @they-call-me-birdsong Charlie @themagneticbarnes

Unless stated images are not mine

FC Lorenzo Zurzolo

No hate allowed

Marvel/X Men OC

Divider by corbingraphics

Moodboard by me

[mutantontheloose]

//hi everyone, it’s Gee. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. But it’s time for me to say goodbye to these rp blogs. At least for a little while anyway. I’m not gonna delete them, but I will be logging out. I want to say thank you to all the amazing people I’ve met through this and I send you all good vibes and best wishes.

Bye for now, maybe not forever 💚🖤🤍

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Woah Barnes? I’m a Barnes too!

@emiliakanebarnes

And you’re a journalist student too?

Dang

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

One evening, Em catches Wyatt on the back porch smoking a cigarette.

“Shit.” He mutters, quickly stubbing it out.

@they-call-me-ricochet

She glances over, leaning against the wall. “I won’t tell, it’s okay kiddo”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Thanks.” He scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Pretty sure Evan and I are done for good. He’s gone off with the Guardians and everything.”

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

“Yeah?” She softens, squeezing his shoulder. “It sucks, doesn’t it?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Something like that.” Wyatt mutters, “Missed you Emmy.” He admits quietly

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

“Missed you more,” Em admits.

She looks over. “I’m thinking of buying a house, with the money dom gave me in our informal non-legal divorce”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Yeah? Bet the girls will love that. Dad will probably build a swing set for Lucy.”

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

“That’s what I was thinking.. family compound style, with Auntie Becca moving in next door and Leo thinking similarly,” Em nods

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He smiles softly.

“Yeah. Everyone together.”

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

One evening, Em catches Wyatt on the back porch smoking a cigarette.

“Shit.” He mutters, quickly stubbing it out.

@they-call-me-ricochet

She glances over, leaning against the wall. “I won’t tell, it’s okay kiddo”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Thanks.” He scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Pretty sure Evan and I are done for good. He’s gone off with the Guardians and everything.”

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

“Yeah?” She softens, squeezing his shoulder. “It sucks, doesn’t it?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Something like that.” Wyatt mutters, “Missed you Emmy.” He admits quietly

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

“Missed you more,” Em admits.

She looks over. “I’m thinking of buying a house, with the money dom gave me in our informal non-legal divorce”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Yeah? Bet the girls will love that. Dad will probably build a swing set for Lucy.”

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

One evening, Em catches Wyatt on the back porch smoking a cigarette.

“Shit.” He mutters, quickly stubbing it out.

@they-call-me-ricochet

She glances over, leaning against the wall. “I won’t tell, it’s okay kiddo”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Thanks.” He scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Pretty sure Evan and I are done for good. He’s gone off with the Guardians and everything.”

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

“Yeah?” She softens, squeezing his shoulder. “It sucks, doesn’t it?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Something like that.” Wyatt mutters, “Missed you Emmy.” He admits quietly

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

One evening, Em catches Wyatt on the back porch smoking a cigarette.

“Shit.” He mutters, quickly stubbing it out.

@they-call-me-ricochet

She glances over, leaning against the wall. “I won’t tell, it’s okay kiddo”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Thanks.” He scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Pretty sure Evan and I are done for good. He’s gone off with the Guardians and everything.”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[peter-parker-who]

He hands his, an old worn out zippo lighter that had engravings, “Here you go.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Cheers.” He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag.

He hands the lighter back to Peter.

“Fucking hospitals, getting sick of them.”

[peter-parker-who]

He pockets the lighter letting out a broken laugh,

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Here for you or someone else?”

[peter-parker-who]

“Little bit of both I guess? You?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Me. Got smashed up in a car accident a few months back.”

[peter-parker-who]

He nods, fidgeting around.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tilts his head curiously.

“I’ve seen you talk to my mom.”

[peter-parker-who]

He freezes, “Y-you have??”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Yeah, my Mom’s Lina Lehnsherr.”

[peter-parker-who]

Recognition flickers in his eyes, “oh yeah, she’s nice.” He eyes him carefully, “I’ve never seen you around though.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Yeah, between recovery, college and a breakup I haven’t been round much.”

[peter-parker-who]

He nods slowly, "that would explain it then."

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“And you looked like you needed to talk. Mom’s good at listening I didn’t want to intrude.”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[peter-parker-who]

He hands his, an old worn out zippo lighter that had engravings, “Here you go.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Cheers.” He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag.

He hands the lighter back to Peter.

“Fucking hospitals, getting sick of them.”

[peter-parker-who]

He pockets the lighter letting out a broken laugh,

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Here for you or someone else?”

[peter-parker-who]

“Little bit of both I guess? You?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Me. Got smashed up in a car accident a few months back.”

[peter-parker-who]

He nods, fidgeting around.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tilts his head curiously.

“I’ve seen you talk to my mom.”

[peter-parker-who]

He freezes, “Y-you have??”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Yeah, my Mom’s Lina Lehnsherr.”

[peter-parker-who]

Recognition flickers in his eyes, “oh yeah, she’s nice.” He eyes him carefully, “I’ve never seen you around though.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Yeah, between recovery, college and a breakup I haven’t been round much.”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[peter-parker-who]

He hands his, an old worn out zippo lighter that had engravings, “Here you go.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Cheers.” He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag.

He hands the lighter back to Peter.

“Fucking hospitals, getting sick of them.”

[peter-parker-who]

He pockets the lighter letting out a broken laugh,

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Here for you or someone else?”

[peter-parker-who]

“Little bit of both I guess? You?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Me. Got smashed up in a car accident a few months back.”

[peter-parker-who]

He nods, fidgeting around.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tilts his head curiously.

“I’ve seen you talk to my mom.”

[peter-parker-who]

He freezes, “Y-you have??”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Yeah, my Mom’s Lina Lehnsherr.”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[peter-parker-who]

He hands his, an old worn out zippo lighter that had engravings, “Here you go.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Cheers.” He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag.

He hands the lighter back to Peter.

“Fucking hospitals, getting sick of them.”

[peter-parker-who]

He pockets the lighter letting out a broken laugh,

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Here for you or someone else?”

[peter-parker-who]

“Little bit of both I guess? You?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Me. Got smashed up in a car accident a few months back.”

[peter-parker-who]

He nods, fidgeting around.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tilts his head curiously.

“I’ve seen you talk to my mom.”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[peter-parker-who]

He hands his, an old worn out zippo lighter that had engravings, “Here you go.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Cheers.” He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag.

He hands the lighter back to Peter.

“Fucking hospitals, getting sick of them.”

[peter-parker-who]

He pockets the lighter letting out a broken laugh,

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Here for you or someone else?”

[peter-parker-who]

“Little bit of both I guess? You?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Me. Got smashed up in a car accident a few months back.”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[peter-parker-who]

He hands his, an old worn out zippo lighter that had engravings, “Here you go.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Cheers.” He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag.

He hands the lighter back to Peter.

“Fucking hospitals, getting sick of them.”

[peter-parker-who]

He pockets the lighter letting out a broken laugh,

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Here for you or someone else?”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[peter-parker-who]

He hands his, an old worn out zippo lighter that had engravings, “Here you go.”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Cheers.” He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag.

He hands the lighter back to Peter.

“Fucking hospitals, getting sick of them.”

[peter-parker-who]

Open rp: Worsening condition

Peter was smoking outside the hospital, the eyeballs under his eyes getting darker. Aunt May was worsening, even with the experimental treatments being paid for. The doctors didn't know how much longer she had. He was half debating on dropping out of school all over again. He's taking another drag of his cigarette when he hears footsteps and looks up, "hey..."

You can use any blogs and you don't have to be tagged to interact:

NP tags: @smarterthantonystark. @mutantontheloose @man-of-iron @itzzkaylaaa @over-bi-the-wayside @the-forgotten-girl

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt curses as his lighter refuses to work.

“Hey, you got a light?”

[they-call-me-ricochet]

😇

((1st edit with the new fc!!))

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

Open RP: Housewarming

Becca has spent the past few months renovating and customizing the beautiful little house she’s bought, on the same lake her brother lives on. It’s clean, army-neat and bright, built to feel familiar to someone from the 40s, down to the appliances

She hosts a small housewarming to celebrate, the music playing and the voices making her smile. People have brought friends and significant others, and she’s happily chatting and sharing her home, the first one thats all hers. All the way from the tenements of New York to a modest but lovely home just a few minutes from family

When you arrive, she’s pouring a glass of lemonade in the kitchen, breaking into a grin

@justaperi-dot (take your pick(s)) @emiliakane and anyone else willing to play!

[stream-fire]

Mikey nervously stops and chews his lip.

“Oh, umm, hi Ms Barnes. My momma said you wouldn’t mind me coming and I wanted to help out with Wyatt and Em’s girls….it’s a lovely home.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

Becca smiles warmly at the sight. “No need for the title, Mikey. And I don’t mind at all, I’m always glad to have people.” She opens the door wide for him. “You don’t have to call me aunt or anything, but just Becca is perfectly fine. I’m physically not that much older than you, either”

[stream-fire]

“Okay, Becca. Thank you.” Mikey nods.

He seems to relax a little.

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“Of course,” she smiles. “Feel free to come in, we’ve got loads of food in the dining room”

[stream-fire]

“Thanks. Um, Beau had to work but he sent Bredele?” He holds out the container.

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“Who’s Beau- the fiancé I heard about?” Becca accepts it with a grin. “I like this guy already, this looks amazing”

[stream-fire]

“That’s him. He loves cooking.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“Cooking is always a very good use of time,” she winks, slipping the box into a cupboard so he doesn’t have to share it. “You’ve seen nothing”

[stream-fire]

Mikey suppresses a laugh.

“Absolutely. Especially if you like French food.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“The worst part of the war wasn’t the battles, it was that when I went to France the restaurants were struggling with rationing,” Becca chuckles. “Someday I’ll be back and doing things properly. With all of the amazing food”

[stream-fire]

“In the meantime, you could always come for a meal with us.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“I’d love to,” she smiles. “I’ll have to host you as well”

[stream-fire]

“That would be nice.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“So, how’s the move going?”

[stream-fire]

“Good. Finally got everything from California, just sorting what needs to go into storage. Hopefully taking Leo for some decor and art shopping soon.” Mikey smiles, taking a sip of lemonade.

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“I think he’d enjoy that, from what I’ve seen,” Becca smiles. “You should see some of what he’s gotten into. I asked him if he took commissions — I wanted a mantelpiece with some custom carving — and he went and re-did the banisters for free. I still haven’t convinced him to let me pay him so I’m just starting to hand him bits here and there”

[stream-fire]

“Sounds like Leo. Maybe give the money to Em, she’d either convince him to take it or keep it safe for him.”

He pauses for a moment.

“I like having siblings.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“That’s smart. Maybe she can invest it or something, I know she learned some about that. Though I don’t trust stocks, and barely banks. Great Depression and all. Wall Street crashing wasn’t fun to watch.”

Becca softens, smiling. “Yeah? I do, too. I mean, my brother is still vaguely annoying at times, but he’s always been my best friend. Steve was his, he was mine, I always loved him so much. And Steve was great too.” She glances over. “It’s nice having people to share life with, eh?”

[stream-fire]

“Yeah, I imagine living through it would’ve been scary. I don’t blame you, but Em’s clever, one of the most clever people I know.” He smiles softly.

“It was the best, finding Momma and Da- um, Bucky, and the siblings. I have a grown up niece, it’s terrifying and amazing.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“Agreed. And besides, banks are insured, so that’s very good.”

Becca smiles slowly, then touches his hand. “May I hug you? Trust me, he wouldn’t mind you saying that at all if it’s what you want.” She squeezes him gently. “Trust me, I get it. I went into the ice barely twenty six, and when I came back in the wrong universe I have what, six great nieces and nephews? And two great-great granddaughters? Your oldest sister is my age, biologically. It’s okay to be scared, it’s natural my dear”

[stream-fire]

Mikey nods, letting Becca wrap him up in a hug.

“He’s been a better dad than my…dna donor.” He says quietly.

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“I’m glad he is, then. You know he would accept you, okay? You don’t have to say a word, doll, but he’ll still care like you’re his own.” She strokes his hair quietly

[stream-fire]

Mikey just cuddle in, Becca’s presence and care is comforting.

“I know he would…it’s more…I don’t want to step on the others toes.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“You do realize that the man we’re talking about half raised me, then adopted Leo, who was at the time half dead, in the throes of a severe addiction, sixteen, and had hitchhiked several hundred miles with twins on the way? Who adopted his sister even though she was just as stubborn as you are about not getting in the way?” Becca squeezes him, the cool metal of her left arm brushing the back of his neck. “He doesn’t care. He loves being a dad”

[stream-fire]

“I’ll…I’ll talk to him…just not today.” He mumbles.

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“Doesn’t have to be today. Today, just enjoy the party, and if you want to stay after and just… be, you’re welcome to”

[stream-fire]

“Thanks.” He smiles and wipes his eyes a little.

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“Of course, darling. I’m always here”

[stream-fire]

Mikey nods and smiles.

There’s a cacophony of noise from outside, Lucie’s excited giggling squeal, shouts of encouragement from Charlie and indignant protesting from Wyatt.

“Uh oh.” He grins.

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“There’s trouble,” Becca grins, scooping up the great-niece who comes racing in

[stream-fire]

“Hello princess.” Mikey coos, tickling Lucie.

“I feel like your Auntie Charlie has been causing chaos.”

[the-second-sgt-barnes]

“Lunita! Ah, all my favorite nieces and nephews,” Becca exclaims, moving through hugs and swinging Charlie around quickly

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt wanders in, a moonboot now instead of crutches. His hair and tshirt are soaking wet.

“Charlie taught Luce how to use the water pistol.”