Never Said Pilot

Closed Sam Wilson RP blog For Marvel Convergent

[lukelorent]

Street Rat and Falcon || Sam and Luke

[lukelorent]

Luke had learned to be a good actor. Playing on the sympathy he could get as a homeless kid could get him out of trouble or help him make it. Sometimes the quickest route to what he wanted was to make himself out to be more pathetic and helpless than he truly was. With any luck, this little trick would work on the man to make sure he wouldn’t be getting into any trouble.

“Needed it more than you,” he mumbled, just loud enough to be heard. His hand lowered a few inches and he shrunk as far back as he could against the wall to make himself look even smaller and harmless. “You’re really not going to call the cops? Promise?”

[unleashthxfalcon]

“No.” Sam wasn’t but he had to take the kid somewhere besides letting him off the leash to go rob even more people of their money and it was obvious that if anyone found out he had powers they’d send him off to some lab to get experimented on for government use. So where exactly could he take him? The only place he could think of that was suitable for the boy was the tower. Only he’s not so sure how the others would feel about him bringing in “strays”.

“I won’t call the cops but..what’s your name kid?” Sam shifts as he waits for an answer, guard down and posture open. He looks over the boy, noting how he’s trying ever so hard to come off as piteous as possible. Sam’s seen it more times than not to know when it’s staged, a little show to play on your heart strings. “You can drop the act now.”

[unleashthxfalcon]

Trickster and The Falcon

princeofliesandmischief

It took nearly an hour to get down to Brooklyn and another twenty minutes on top of that to try and find a good parking spot and shovel through the sea of people to get his morning coffee; a mocha from one of the corner shops just four blocks down from the VA that seemed to always get a fair amount of people on Mondays. If you count a line all the way out the door as fair.

He’s shockingly back out on the busy Brooklyn streets a mere 15 minutes later. 

----

“Pardon me excuse me--yes sorry--” He didn’t get more than a block down the street before some asshole bumped into him. Splattering his hot mocha all down his front and for once he just had to wear his favorite dress shirt. This day was just getting better and better.

Leaning down he picks up the remnants of his morning coffee before turning his heel on the curled haired blonde, teeth gritting as he tries his best not to blow up on other, even if he was the one that had splattered his coffee 

[lukelorent]

Street Rat and Falcon || Sam and Luke

[unleashthxfalcon]

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He kept one hand up to make sure the man stayed at a distance, but the hand shielding his face lowered to dig in the pocket of his hoodie. The wallet - lacking all of the cash that he had already taken from it - was retrieved from his pocket and thrown at the feet of the man. Hopefully that would be enough to send him on his way.

“There! You have your wallet! Now leave me alone! I’m not hurting anyone.” He was just stealing from them, which was a bit different in his mind. He stole because he needed to.

Sam kept his distance and immediately took his wallet from where it had landed, eyeing the kid before as he picked it up and checked through it. It was empty. He had his credit cards and id with a few pictures but all his cash was gone.

“Pretty sure stealing is hurting others..” Sam states with a snort but doesn’t ask for the money back and simply stores his wallet back into his pocket making sure to put it in the front this time and far down into the pocket.

[lukelorent]

Street Rat and Falcon || Sam and Luke

[unleashthxfalcon]

lukelorent:

Luke cowered away from the man and pressed his back to the brick wall behind himself to put as much space between them as he could. His eyes never left the man, but his gaze darted from the man’s face to his hands and back, searching for a weapon or any sign that he was about to make a move that Luke would have to flee from.

“Get away!” he cried again. It wasn’t accompanied by a flung out arm and a burst of magic this time. Now he was just the picture of a frightened, helpless child. “Are you gonna call the cops?”

Call the cops? That wasn’t going to be necessary. “No, I won’t call the cops unless you don’t hand me my wallet.” He was bluffing because either way he wasn’t going to get the authorities involved. Especially if the boy exhibited some sort of powers. Sam knew how they treated mutants all ready and putting him into the hands of the police wasn’t a good idea.

Sam wasn’t going for an attack but made sure to keep his distance. Just in case he got hit by yet another blast of magic. 

[lukelorent]

Street Rat and Falcon || Sam and Luke

[unleashthxfalcon]

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He’d only gotten about halfway up the fence before he was grabbed and roughly pulled away from it. The boy fell hard onto the ground, landing on his back and raising his arms to shield himself from the man. The last time he’d been caught like this, the man he’d stolen from had tried to attack him. That was what he was fully expecting then.

He scrambled back to put distance between the two of them. “Get away!” An arm was thrown out and with it, a wave of magic erupted from the scrawny boy; lifting the other man off his feet and throwing him back. His hands remained up, one shielding his face and one palm out at the man to keep him at a distance. Behind his hand, bright green eyes -wide and terrified- watch the other for any signs of violence.

Sam easily gotten a hold of his ground after the boy had fallen back off the fence. he winced a bit because it look as if it hurt pretty badly but to the other it didn’t seem like anything for they were all ready up. Shielding themselves from any attack Sam might throw their way. Sam wasn’t going to fight him, simply ask for his wallet.

"Wha--fuck.” He’s suddenly thrown back away from the other and landing quite hard on the rough alley pavement. It had all but knocked the wind out of him, leaving him down on the ground for a few seconds before he was even able to get back up. Once he was up again he held his hands out in front of him; palms out and his stance defensive so that he was able to either dodge or simply prepare himself for another attack. 

“Why-” He stops as he thinks about how to start this. The boy is obviously terrified and Sam has feeling that if he makes him even more upset he’d get hit by another blast of..magic

[lukelorent]

Street Rat and Falcon || Sam and Luke

[lukelorent]

Luke was nearly at the mouth of the alley when he saw him. The man he’d taken the wallet from was not only approaching, but headed to the alley. It had been stupid to stop. He should have just gone on his way and gotten as far away as he could before rifling through the wallet. The mistake was already made, he couldn’t do anything to change that now. There weren’t many options left to him. He could run and hope to lose the man in the thinning crowd, he could try to talk his way out of it, or he could turn tail and hope the alley lead to a street that would be busier and easier to escape into.

The third seemed like his best option, so he turned and fled from the man, trying to put as much distance between them as he could before his victim gave chase. It would have been a perfect plan if not for the fence that barred his way. Just his luck. The boy swore under his breath, then grabbed the chainlink and started to climb, hoping that he could get to the top before he was caught.

[unleashthxfalcon]

Once Sam got closer to the alleyway he noticed the smallest amount of movement and immediately bolted off down the street. He didn’t care about the looks thrown his way by the other civilians or the curses that were obviously meant for him. He needed to get is wallet back and a few pissed off New Yorkers weren’t going to stop him.

He took a sharp turn into the alley and spotted the culprit immediately; climbing up the chain fence to try and escape. Now that he got a closer look on him he could see that he was rather young to be stealing from others. No matter. “HEY!!” Sam rushes over to the chain mail before trying to rip the boy off the chain mail fence. 

[lukelorent]

Street Rat and Falcon || Sam and Luke

[lukelorent]

With the man’s wallet in his hand, Luke continued down the street for a little. He ducked into the nearest alley and leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit on the ground so that he could look through his prize. The ID was taken out and examined; flexed between his fingers before being slipped back into its place. It wasn’t of any use to him. The cash was a good deal more appealing. That was taken out, quickly counted, and then shoved into the pocket of his too big hoodie. Everything else in the wallet was of less immediate interest to him than the money. He could wait to deal with that.

The boy pushed himself up to a standing position and crept back to the mouth the the alley to peer out. Making a run for it and trying to disappear into the crowd might not work if someone was already looking for him. He had to check that the coast was clear.

[unleashthxfalcon]

Sam shuffled through the crowd, frantically searching among the group of people to find the culprit. The task was quite difficult in fact. Everyone was rushing in a tidal wave against him, yelling and growling at him as he shoved through. It was probably the worst way to start off his morning. He’d hate to have to cancel all his credit cards and wait weeks to get new ones, let alone the fact that he had some rather personal possessions in that wallet that he won’t be able to get back. 

He’d have to find them.

It took awhile but he finally ended up about halfway down the street. The crowd had begun to thin out by this point, thank god, and it was easier to see everyone bustling about. It was still crowded but not as overbearing as before. As continued down the street he caught sight of what appeared to be an alleyway. He might be wrong about it but he’d check anyway.

[lukelorent]

Street Rat and Falcon || Sam and Luke

unleashthxfalcon

Luke had started his morning early. Mornings were a good time for him. Everyone was busy; trying to get to work on time or searching out their first caffeine fix of the day. Perfect time for working. He’d already guilted a McGriddle and a few spare bucks out of someone with his best starving orphan face.

A few bucks, while a good start, were not going to be enough to last him the whole day. So after he had scoffed down his breakfast it was time to get to work again. He wandered down the street and kept his eyes peeled for an easy mark. After a few minutes, he thought he found one.

He kept his head down on the approach and his hands at his side gathering a charge of magic at his fingertips to help him pull the man’s wallet away. Then pretending he wasn’t watching where he was going, he bumped his left shoulder into the man and reached with his right hand to withdraw his wallet while he was distracted.

[unleashthxfalcon]

Sam was on his way to the Tower, making a quick stop at a local coffee shop before he went there. Tony had said something to him about his wings being ready and needing to take them for a test flight. So he had awoken early that morning, sleepy yet thrilled to see and fly the new wings.

As he was walking down the street he had bumped into someone. They obviously weren’t paying attention where they were going yet Sam still gave a brief apology to the boy, completely unaware of his missing wallet. Sam continued down the road, at least until he swore that his back pocket felt a little light. Too light.

His hand flies to his pocket to find that his wallet, is indeed, gone. Whipping around he tries to search the crowd, eyes flying from one person to the next. 

[unleashthxfalcon]

MC ll Open

[notbadjustmisled-blog]

“I was wondering if you’d call them feathers. They’re very… metal.” Lincoln took Sam’s lack of aggression as a sign it would be okay for him to come closer. “Do you mind if I take a look? I could probably straighten the wires out without you having to pull it apart further.” 

It had been a long time since Lincoln felt helpful. In Afterlife, he could help new Inhumans Transition to their new lives. He had medical training. He forced himself out of his self wallowing (it was really something he needed to work on) and turn his attention back to the wings, fingers hovering over them curiously, feeling the static within them. 

“How do they work? I mean, how are you linked to their controls?”

[unleashthxfalcon]

“I wouldn’t necessarily call them feathers per se, but they have the general shape of the different areas of a bird’s feathers.If they were individual it be of higher maintenance.” Sam blinked once, head still looking over the wings in front of him. He hadn’t really let anyone look at the wings or even get close enough to inspect them besides Tony. Sam never really trusted a lot of people with his wings and the idea of letting Lincoln fix them was a bit troublesome.

“All right I’ll let you work your magic.” He needed to wires to be straightened and he really didn’t feel like disassembling the entire panel and wiring to try and fix it. So he’d give Lincoln a chance. Pushing himself out of the chair he moved away from the wings, eyes watching both Lincoln and the wings. Making sure nothing went wrong with them.

“The wings respond to certain gestures and movements.” It;s a short explanation but it’s simple. “I’ve been trying to see whether I’m able to create a cybernetic link so that I’m able to fly the wings without as much help from certain gestures.”

[unleashthxfalcon]

MC ll Open

[notbadjustmisled-blog]

Lincoln wouldn’t admit it, but he was drawn to the allure of the Avengers. By no means would he ever consider being a part of something like them – sensationalized and known to the world; no he needed anonymity – but he had to admit, he wondered what it would be like to be a hero. Sometimes, his wondering brought him to Avengers Tower itself. 

He was no threat to them – that much Phil Coulson had made clear. He was sure there were some places he wasn’t supposed to be, but electrically locked doors were no match for him. His curiosity brought him to a room with the hum of electricity and sophisticated technology curling about him. He found himself most interested in a set of metal wings – and the man who held them. 

“There’s a crossed wire at the base of the left wing.” The words tumbled out before he even realized they’d formed on his tongue. “By the… um… tertiary… feathers?” He could feel the wires misfiring when they collided, a microscopic glitch, but a potentially fatal one.

[unleashthxfalcon]

Sam nearly jumped at the sudden presence, but almost immediately repressed the notion. It was Lincoln. Not some intruder. Turning to the left wing he noticed that there was indeed a small scorched area around the base. It wasn’t too large but the size was alarming.

“Thanks.” He throws behind him with a smile as he opens up the mesh, moving back as sparks fluttered his way. Sam never would have figured it out by himself and the wires would have gone without notice. Potentially putting himself at risk almost as soon as the wings fired up. 

“Also these are the tertiary feathers. At least if these wings were real..” Sam added a moment later.

[unleashthxfalcon]

MC ll Open

It was yet another successful mission. The rest of the avengers were out relaxing in the lounge, training, or even off in their own living quarters. Sam on the other hand was in one of the few tech rooms, cleaning off his wings and checking them for damage. 

He was positive that they were fine but it was better to be safer than sorry with his wings. A simple dent or chip in the wings themselves could throw off his flight pattern. Which he really couldn’t afford. Not while being on this team.

Getting up he walked over to the right wing, hands rummaging along the edge of the wing before inspecting the mesh. Sam was completely enthralled with his little check up that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. Ignoring almost anything or anyone.

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[thewinglesshawk-blog-deactivate]

Birds of a Feather? -Sam-

[thewinglesshawk-blog-deactivate]

His eyes flickered slowly over him. He hadn’t been warned. Perhaps that was because he was the sort to avoid new people now. After loosing his hearing he’d become a ‘grumpy old man’ as some had called him. The archer just didn’t do well without his hearing, he was still learning to compensate for it.  With a tiny frown he shook his head a little bit. “ Yeah fine. Whatever.” Dropping his things near the door he made his way across the room. Clint kept the other in his line of sight, even though he was no longer paying any attention to him as he spoke. Reaching the kitchen he got himself something to drink, pulling down the bottle and grunting as he shifted away from the counter to put the bottle back where it belonged.  Taking the amber filled glass back round with him, he pretended to ignore the other at least until he’d sat himself down in a chair and flipped the TV on. “ Sit down…” he frowned, “ You’re making me twitchy.” Clint tapped the fingers of his right hand against the arm of the chair he’d seated himself in.  “ Got a name?” 

[unleashthxfalcon]

Deep down Sam still felt like the man didn’t trust him. I mean it’s expected, since he is in his home and without much of an explanation as to why. Besides I’m here because someone put me here. Sam could have thought of better ways to meet Hawkeye but he has to stick with this for now.

He notices that Hawkeye does grunt a lot, like a lot. He’s not sure whether this is a thing he does often or it’s that he isn’t too pleased to see Sam there. Sam’s leaning more towards the latter since his demeanor hasn’t changed since he first saw him.

Sam sat back down on the couch, eyes switching between the TV and the man sitting down on the chair. After awhile he settled for the TV. He could still see the other out of the corner of his eye, so no need to look at him all the time. 

“Sam Wilson.” He answers, glancing briefly at the other before returning back to the TV,” aka Falcon.” Did Hawkeye ever hear about him? Probably not. “And you are?” 

[thewinglesshawk-blog-deactivate]

Birds of a Feather? -Sam-

[thewinglesshawk-blog-deactivate]

Clint’s eyes flicked over him quickly, examining every aspect of him. His mouth pressed into a thin line and he grunted. “ Except you’ve got one problem. I live here… you don’t…” The archer stated and pointed to one of his targets hanging on the far wall.  “ Since Jarvis didn’t tell me there was someone here I’m assuming you’re a friend of someone…” He stated and shifted to be sure he could see him speak. Sure the damn aids helped and he could hear, but he didn’t trust them much. Clint Barton and technology sometimes didn’t get on real well.  So the archer kept him in his line of sight. He crossed his arms over his chest and grunted in displeasure at the others look. He wasn’t intimidated, but he was sure that there would be a bunch of posturing before this encounter was over. Clint kept his features neutral, except for the slight draw of his brow. Would have been nice if someone had warned him, the guy was just lucky he didn’t have his bow on him at the moment.  “ You waiting on someone?” He asked plainly, wanting answers and not really liking to bounce around the point much. 

[unleashthxfalcon]

“I may not live here per-se,” Sam began, head tilted ever so slightly to the left,”but Rhodey told me to come up here.” His eyes followed the pointed finger, locking onto the target situated on the wall. Huh. He didn’t see that there before when he was looking about. “So here I am.” 

“I am waiting for someone, but I’m not sure if it’s you or not.” He wasn’t really told much, and he’d rather have someone tell him that he was meeting Hawkeye than to beat around the bush and have him cooped up in this room for hours on end. It didn’t seem like something the man would do but maybe Hawkeye wasn’t one who liked to meet others. From the front and tough guy stature he was putting on for show he was sure that it might be true. Slightly. 

Sam still kept up his own stature. He could play this game. Nothing like two birds having a stand off.

[hammerings-deactivated20230414]

what do you mean it’s too early

[thewinglesshawk-blog-deactivate]

Birds of a Feather? -Sam-

Clint hadn’t been around much after his little… incident. He’d spent most of his time hiding and healing. He still wasn’t at his best but he was a little bit better. If that’s what you called better, anyway. He shook his head a bit, still not used to the hearing being screwed. He grunted as he pushed the main doors of the tower open. He hadn’t really planned on coming back so soon. To be honest he’d had full intentions of just living in his little apartment. It was easier. He didn’t have to worry about someone sneaking up on him.

The archer ignored everyone, just going through the main floor around workers and what not who used that floor as a hub of business.  He disliked it strongly that even with the god forsaken aid in his ear he still felt handicapped. He still felt there was a lot he wasn’t hearing. He made his way up into the lift and rode it all the way to the upper floor.

He slipped out the doors only to find someone he didn’t recognize in the room. Clint frowned hard. He puffed himself up slightly and he tilted his head slightly to one side. Fingers ghosting a knife in his pocket. Not exactly good for throwing but quick enough in the hand. “Who the hell are you ?”

[unleashthxfalcon]

Sam waits patiently on the couch in what must be one of the Tower’s lounges. Rhodey had sent him up here for something. The only troubling fact was that that was over an hour ago. Well actually, no, according to his watch, it was actually an hour and a half ago. Either way, he’d been waiting for a long time with nothing to do and ultimately bored out of his mind. The games on his phone weren’t even satisfying to keep his attention long. 

Flappy bird ran it’s course pretty fast. Solitaire? Not even 2 minutes. This lasted 20 minutes before he gave up on trying to keep himself occupied. It was only then though that he heard the distant sound of the elevator riding up to the floor.

The soft ding of the elevator immediately caught his attention. He thought it was Rhodey for a split second, but when he saw the blonde hair on the man strolling out of the elevator he knew that it was definitely not Rhodey. 

“I might ask you the same thing.” Is his response to the question, his own chest puffing slightly at the blonde challenging him. Only the blonde wasn’t just any blonde, he was Hawkeye, Avenger, Archer, etc. but Sam just wanted to mess with him. It’s all about first impressions right?

[mightytchalla-blog]

Anthony Mackie + Aaron Toney (stunt double) as Sam Wilson on the set of Captain America: Civil War.