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[Hey guys - sorry I haven't been around. Truthfully, I don't know when I'll be. I'll be honestly - I've lost a lot of drive, partly because several old, old RP partners/friends have gone dark, and the fandoms I'm mostly interested in writing/the plots I want to write are no longer of interest to folks. And that's okay! Things change, people move on. So I'm probably going to go on Hiatus until things change/I get motivation again.

I've been slowly kicking around an idea for a new OC, but she's far from ready yet. Maybe ya'll will see her at some point.

In the meantime, you can find me on discord! DM me if you want the username to add me - I still lurk.]

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[Aya @ Bucky] Send ♥ to give my muse a kiss! No reason, just do it!

Send ♥ to give my muse a kiss! || Accepting

His brows shoot up as their lips meet and for a moment he doesn't quite know what to do with his hands, with them remaining held up as if he's at gunpoint before he finally has the wherewithal to let them settle on her waist - kissing back just before she draws back. -- ❝Feels like you've been waitin' to do that.❞ He chuckles, looking down at her with a smile he hopes reassures her that she's made the right call. ❝Maybe warn a guy next time so he can kiss back properly, can't say that was my best performance.❞

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[Aya @ Bucky] ❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. || Accepting

Of course he'd been aware of her stirring, despite his attempts to remain quiet while pacing, restless. These nights would creep up on him, ones where danger felt close and it was hard to settle, it didn't matter how much he reasons with himself that everything is FINE. Something has him on alert and it's worse when he can't put his finger on it, if there's anything at all. Pausing mid-step as she speaks, he turns and offers a wry smile, unsettled at the edges. -- ❝Sorry, couldn't sleep.❞ He breathes, moving to sit himself down, even if doing so goes against every screaming instinct in his body right now. ❝It's okay- I'm fine, just- needed to be moving.❞

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[Aya @ Bucky] “Someone, somewhere has failed you miserably. You were supposed to be loved, protected and cared for but you never were.“

Get A Reaction || Accepting

-- ❝No it's-❞ A huff cuts off his words, face scrunching as if pained, metal hand gripping flesh as if the pressure and pain of that grip might ground him. ❝That's not true.❞ Well, some of it might be. He knows what happened to him should never have happened, that he lacked protection and care while in HYDRA's hands but- -- ❝I had a family, I had Steve- I was loved. Not their fault they thought I was dead.❞ He mutters, glancing up to meet her gaze with a frown. Blaming them is the last thing he wants, they mourned him, he was lauded a hero - even as he was used to commit countless atrocities. Hell, Steve had fought for him to regain himself even when he could've just killed him, that alone feels like more than he deserved. ❝Sometimes things happen that people can't protect you from, even if they want to. Hell, if I had things my way then Steve wouldn't have joined the military in the first place and taken that risk with the serum. It was war, things get messy, bad decisions get made, people go missing-❞ Eyes trailing down again to fix at a spot in the floor, his stomach feels like it twists. -- ❝... Most don't get a chance to come back like I did..❞

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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

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baldur’s gate 3 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.

look at me - i’m not a monster.

stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.

no. you’re not one of them at all.

i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.

that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?

you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.

reckon i might miss this place.

this place is more dangerous than i thought.

well, don’t you cut a fine figure.

sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.

in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?

i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.

there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.

you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.

until then, all i can do is endure.

please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.

perhaps there’s potential in you.

honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.

i think i did well by joining you.

you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?

that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …

sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.

this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?

no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.

a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?

hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.

another illusion. is anything real down here?

i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.

a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.

the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.

i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?

this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.

little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -

don’t do anything hasty, now.

i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.

i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.

if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.

a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.

a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.

what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.

you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.

the whole village is falling to pieces …

hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.

i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?

what creatures live in water this dark?

i’m a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.

i could’ve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didn’t. stand down.

i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.

share? you really are in the wrong place.

a bleeding heart, are you? reckon i’ll just roast and eat it.

what in the hells did you do to that corpse?

you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.

are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?

enough. bickering won’t save your friend.

run away, then.

(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?

who cares? we’re together now, thank gods!

i’m grateful, don’t mistake me, but … why help us?

freeze it, cock-stench. we aren’t done just yet.

pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.

drop it. i don’t owe you anything.

your incompetence has been my ruin.

stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).

you care for the weak. most curious.

you so much as touch me, and i’ll tear you from limb to limb.

ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.

i ain’t going down easy.

you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).

strike him down. prove your faith.

your silence speaks to your heresy.

look, you have no idea what you’re dealing with …

it’s the whole damn reason we’re here, and i’m not leaving without it.

the mission comes first.

and i thought i’d heard it all. that’s some cambion-level deception.

i go where there’s shit to stir. and there’s no shortage of options.

i can’t remember much, truth be told.

centuries of torment will do that to you.

you’ve been naughty. and you know what happens when you’re naughty.

just who in the nine hells are you?

well, well. aren’t you a luscious thing?

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.

you know, i’ve been thinking. and i think there’s something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just … a small little detail about me that hasn’t come up naturally.

i want to join you - to fight by your side.

i’m sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.

i won’t let you down. i promise.

we all have our burdens, one way or the other.

i’m trying to say that you’ve earned my trust in a way very few ever have … i want that to mean something.

freedom - i’d forgotten how it felt. thank you.

if you have a moment, i’d like your opinion on something.

the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.

i can’t risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.

it was a mistake. and not one we’ll repeat.

i don’t know. he was kind of fun.

we can’t just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.

most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.

an old hunter’s trick - if you can’t mask your scent, spoil it.

i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.

you’re a monster hunter? not what i imagined.

whatever you’re hunting, your stench alone will kill it.

a quick wit is rare indeed.

know how to ask, and they’ll share that knowledge. if you’re fool enough to pay their price.

speak plainly. what is she?

i think you’re mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.

truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.

i would not put you in danger.

your coyness is getting boring. tell me.

you take insult where none is intended, my friend.

how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by one’s friend in the face of danger.

you best have one hells of an apology for me.

you must have mistaken me for someone else.

that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn’t it?

that’s none of your concern.

don’t change the subject.

keep that hole under your nose shut.

let’s not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.

you want to play the hero so badly? fine. let’s make this interesting.

gods, it’s hot in here.

i’ve had better days. and worse ones.

i am, after all, the villain of the tale.

you truly are a soul that steels my own.

you are as thick as they come.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.

all of this … it must feel like a betrayal.

you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!

slow down - what did i do?

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

i don’t need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.

i know i should head home, but … i can’t bring myself to leave.

(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

i cannot thank you enough.

you will face (name)’s judgement.

i wish you could have visited at a better time.

you had no right to intervene.

you’re not one of us.

copper for your thoughts?

always a delight to speak to you.

did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?

what are you doing? i’m busy here!

nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.

come on, now. they’re just having a bit of fun.

let’s do what we have to do, then get out of here.

smell’s like burnt flesh.

hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.

i’m here to spill your guts across the floor.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t you agree?

i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.

as long as the story ends in death, it’s all the same to me.

forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.

what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.

we’ve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.

touch me and you’ll lose your hand.

the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.

you look tired. should i take over?

welcome the pain. let it become part of you.

that looks like it’s going to bruise.

not that i’m suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.

i wouldn’t want to place all my faith in blind luck.

sympathies won’t help me to survive.

your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.

looks like the booze got the better of them. they’re practically unconscious.

they’re dying for me. all of them.

why don’t you take a closer look? i’ll observe from back here.

please don’t open the creepy book!

toddlers are easier to please than you lot.

you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.

all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?

having performance issues, (name)?

never have i met such troglodytes.

i was hoping you wouldn’t notice i was gone.

i suggest we admire it from afar.

it would be too much to hope that’s nothing to do with us, wouldn’t it?

i go my own way - alone.

i’ll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.

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The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

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baldur’s gate 3 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.

look at me - i’m not a monster.

stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.

no. you’re not one of them at all.

i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.

that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?

you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.

reckon i might miss this place.

this place is more dangerous than i thought.

well, don’t you cut a fine figure.

sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.

in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?

i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.

there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.

you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.

until then, all i can do is endure.

please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.

perhaps there’s potential in you.

honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.

i think i did well by joining you.

you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?

that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …

sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.

this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?

no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.

a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?

hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.

another illusion. is anything real down here?

i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.

a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.

the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.

i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?

this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.

little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -

don’t do anything hasty, now.

i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.

i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.

if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.

a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.

a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.

what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.

you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.

the whole village is falling to pieces …

hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.

i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?

what creatures live in water this dark?

i’m a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.

i could’ve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didn’t. stand down.

i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.

share? you really are in the wrong place.

a bleeding heart, are you? reckon i’ll just roast and eat it.

what in the hells did you do to that corpse?

you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.

are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?

enough. bickering won’t save your friend.

run away, then.

(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?

who cares? we’re together now, thank gods!

i’m grateful, don’t mistake me, but … why help us?

freeze it, cock-stench. we aren’t done just yet.

pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.

drop it. i don’t owe you anything.

your incompetence has been my ruin.

stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).

you care for the weak. most curious.

you so much as touch me, and i’ll tear you from limb to limb.

ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.

i ain’t going down easy.

you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).

strike him down. prove your faith.

your silence speaks to your heresy.

look, you have no idea what you’re dealing with …

it’s the whole damn reason we’re here, and i’m not leaving without it.

the mission comes first.

and i thought i’d heard it all. that’s some cambion-level deception.

i go where there’s shit to stir. and there’s no shortage of options.

i can’t remember much, truth be told.

centuries of torment will do that to you.

you’ve been naughty. and you know what happens when you’re naughty.

just who in the nine hells are you?

well, well. aren’t you a luscious thing?

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.

you know, i’ve been thinking. and i think there’s something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just … a small little detail about me that hasn’t come up naturally.

i want to join you - to fight by your side.

i’m sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.

i won’t let you down. i promise.

we all have our burdens, one way or the other.

i’m trying to say that you’ve earned my trust in a way very few ever have … i want that to mean something.

freedom - i’d forgotten how it felt. thank you.

if you have a moment, i’d like your opinion on something.

the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.

i can’t risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.

it was a mistake. and not one we’ll repeat.

i don’t know. he was kind of fun.

we can’t just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.

most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.

an old hunter’s trick - if you can’t mask your scent, spoil it.

i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.

you’re a monster hunter? not what i imagined.

whatever you’re hunting, your stench alone will kill it.

a quick wit is rare indeed.

know how to ask, and they’ll share that knowledge. if you’re fool enough to pay their price.

speak plainly. what is she?

i think you’re mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.

truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.

i would not put you in danger.

your coyness is getting boring. tell me.

you take insult where none is intended, my friend.

how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by one’s friend in the face of danger.

you best have one hells of an apology for me.

you must have mistaken me for someone else.

that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn’t it?

that’s none of your concern.

don’t change the subject.

keep that hole under your nose shut.

let’s not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.

you want to play the hero so badly? fine. let’s make this interesting.

gods, it’s hot in here.

i’ve had better days. and worse ones.

i am, after all, the villain of the tale.

you truly are a soul that steels my own.

you are as thick as they come.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.

all of this … it must feel like a betrayal.

you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!

slow down - what did i do?

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

i don’t need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.

i know i should head home, but … i can’t bring myself to leave.

(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

i cannot thank you enough.

you will face (name)’s judgement.

i wish you could have visited at a better time.

you had no right to intervene.

you’re not one of us.

copper for your thoughts?

always a delight to speak to you.

did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?

what are you doing? i’m busy here!

nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.

come on, now. they’re just having a bit of fun.

let’s do what we have to do, then get out of here.

smell’s like burnt flesh.

hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.

i’m here to spill your guts across the floor.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t you agree?

i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.

as long as the story ends in death, it’s all the same to me.

forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.

what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.

we’ve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.

touch me and you’ll lose your hand.

the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.

you look tired. should i take over?

welcome the pain. let it become part of you.

that looks like it’s going to bruise.

not that i’m suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.

i wouldn’t want to place all my faith in blind luck.

sympathies won’t help me to survive.

your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.

looks like the booze got the better of them. they’re practically unconscious.

they’re dying for me. all of them.

why don’t you take a closer look? i’ll observe from back here.

please don’t open the creepy book!

toddlers are easier to please than you lot.

you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.

all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?

having performance issues, (name)?

never have i met such troglodytes.

i was hoping you wouldn’t notice i was gone.

i suggest we admire it from afar.

it would be too much to hope that’s nothing to do with us, wouldn’t it?

i go my own way - alone.

i’ll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.

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[So we had a tornado go less than 500 yards from the house. We're okay, the property is okay, but last night was rough.]

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[Sorry for vanishing. New boss started and I'm trying to adjust. Going forward I probably won't be on much during the actual day, but I'm going to try and come back soon-ish.]

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Happy Birthday, Aya!

Happy Birthday, Aya, and Happy Valentine's Day. No matter the verse, no matter her form, it's been a joy writing her and seeing everyone love her. Here's the many more years!

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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[Aya @ Bucky] ❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall +reverse

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme || Accepting

There's every chance it's paranoia, that he's overthinking every movement of those around him but he's fairly sure they're being followed. Thankfully they're in a public place, trying to grab him now would make too much of a scene for them to risk it and if it's something SHIELD associated, well, there's collateral to think about. Ducking into a side-road, he takes Aya's hand and pulls her with him, gently pushing her against the wall and covering her with his body. He's hoping he looks generic enough to them to pass, but that isn't about to happen with her pink hair drawing attention to them, so this seems like the best way to ensure they're not spotted. -- ❝Sorry..❞ He breathes into the meager space between them, intense gaze set on hers but he's listening as footsteps pass without even a pause to look for them. Maybe they weren't following after all. ❝Thought we were being tailed..❞

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send a rumour about my muse and they will both react and respond to the rumours' validity. please specify if sending to a multimuse.

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When he pulls back she doesn't fight it, hand falling to her side as she follows him, sitting on the far end of the couch. Close but not too close, wanting to give him space. Seeing the exhaustion etched onto his face, the utter defeat... it breaks her heart. She wants to comfort him. But she keeps her hands firmly on her lap, not wanting to overstep.

At first, she doesn't register the name. HYDRA. Then, a moment later, he'd see when she does recognize it - the way her eyes widen slightly, a hand covering her mouth to try and hide her open-mouthed surprise. They taught about HYDRA in school - an arm of Nazi Germany's SS, and a modern terrorist organization. Like most everyone, she'd seen the news coverage of it - and seen the conspiracy theories online.

But something didn't sit right. The way he said it...

"You figure?" Aya hedges softly, hand falling from her mouth back to her lap. He didn't know for sure that's what the government wanted? "And, um... what do you mean, under their thumb?" She's not stupid, she has an idea. But the last thing she wants to do was make incorrect assumptions.

It was clear she wasn't just going to let him walk away.

So many questions swirled in her mind, begging to be asked. How did he get involved with HYDRA? Why was he hiding now? If he had been from a terrorist organization, wouldn't the government give him a deal if he turned on them? And wouldn't she be in more danger if he left if he thought they already knew?

But she bites her lip, worrying on it instead of asking her questions. One question at a time.

His brows pinch as she takes hold of his wrist, that's not the response he'd expected but realistically, it's the worst one she could give. Begging him to stay, even just for now, is inviting danger to her home and that's the last thing he wants. People around him end up dead, nothing more than collateral to those who want to take him in and he doesn't want her to be yet another ghost to haunt him late at night. He has enough of those already. Yet he can't pull away, as much as he wants to, he can't leave it like this. He excuses it to himself as a necessity to at least explain, that maybe then she'll understand, maybe then she'll let go and not get herself in trouble trying to find him.

-- ❝Okay.. I'll explain-❞ There's a silent acknowledgement there that he's still not intending on sticking around, this will be the last thing she knows of him - it's for the best. Casting a cautious glance around, he lets her lead him inside, though it's not like he needs it given how often he's been here. Risky. It's all risky. He's been stupid and now he's paying the price for it. -- ❝I need you to understand that it's not safe to be around me, that havin' me here could get you killed, and I don't want that.❞ He begins, drawing himself from her touch to instead sit himself on the couch. His expression is grim, exhausted and- defeated. This cycle seems like it's one he's always going to be stuck in and there's nothing he's been able to do to stop it. He sighs, his real hand scrubbing over his face before he looks to her with a pensive expression. ❝Got both sides gunning for me for different reasons, government wants me dealt with- dead or locked up I figure and then there's HYDRA. They likely want me under their thumb again.. So I can't stick around here..❞ It's vague but purposefully so, she just might accept that as-is, hear HYDRA and realize the scope of what she's getting involved in - the less she knows, the better.

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The Truth Comes Out || @amischiefofmuses Continued from x

James Buchanan Barnes. The name was... vaguely familiar. Like she'd heard it on TV once or twice - a news story or a documentary or something. She couldn't quite remember. But she could figure that part out later. Right now... right now she had to try and keep a very strong, apparently very stubborn, man from running away on her.

Without thinking, she reaches out, gently grabbing his wrist with her hand. It's his metal arm she grabs, and her grip is loose - laughably easy for him to pull away if he chooses. But she hopes he doesn't. Because when he looks up at her, he'll see concern in her eyes, worry - but not fear.

"Please. Don't, um... don't leave."

He's the first friend she's made in a while - and the first since before she was a teenager to hear her voice. Aya couldn't bear to see him leave. Not without a fight.

She tugs on his wrist, just a little. Not enough to move him, of course not, but a suggestion. An offer. Come inside, she seems to ask. "I, um... I have time. To listen, I mean, if you want to tell me." Soft eyes nearly begging him not to leave, not to pull away.

It didn't matter what he did in the past. It's the man he is now that matters - and clearly this one is a good man. Why else would he try to distance himself, if he thought there was danger? No, he's a good man - even if he doesn't see it.

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[Aya @ Bucky] “You’re scaring me. Just tell me what you’re talking about.”

Pet Sematary (2019) || Accepting

His frown deepens, gaze set down at the floor rather than daring to look her in the eyes. It was bound to happen eventually, there was only so long he could stay in one place before the past he was running from started to catch up. Already he's taking a risk coming here, seeing her, he doesn't want to put her in danger. -- ❝I know, I'm sorry.❞ He huffs, nose scrunching. Hopefully she'll react badly, she'll push him away and that'll be it, it'll hurt but she'll be SAFE because she'll want nothing more to do with him. ❝But I've not been entirely honest with you.❞ It's only then he glances up, trying to gauge her reaction to even just that much. Will she feel betrayed? Hurt? SCARED? God, he hopes he doesn't see fear in those eyes. -- ❝My real name is James Buchanan Barnes, I'm a wanted man- for many reasons. It's a long story with a LOT of hurt people.❞ An understatement, to say the least. ❝I didn't have a choice but.. that doesn't change what I did. And now it's catching up with me.❞ Sure, he could make excuses, dismiss it as out of his control - but it doesn't feel like the time for that. He shouldn't be justifying what he's done. -- ❝So- I wanted to say goodbye, and tell you not to come looking for me- ...I don't want you getting yourself hurt.❞