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" Want some help cleaning up? I can make somethin t'eat after? " - Winter.

Winter looked up and nodded. Talking was still difficult most days, but she seemed more comfortable conversing than she had been before.

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Blog is being put on medium to low activity and following clean up.

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ATTENTION!

This is a PSA Vincent is a slut.

That is all.

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'Hey Vince, are you a slut?'

"Doll have you seen me interact with ANY attractive man? Yes. Yes I am. You should see me on my knees."

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OOC - Come ask Vincent Questions

He is in a mood and won't stop being a slut.

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Winter had done this before, but never with someone. Let alone someone she trusted. She was use to operating alone. With Anya it was vastly different. She felt like she could trust someone for the first time in her life. So maybe this time she wouldn't fail.

She came out of the house with her pack slung over her shoulder. All her equipment, and files on where Hydra had moved their brother tucked inside. Setting the bag in the back seat of the car, she took the experimental file from her bag and set it open on the hood. Reading through everything one more time while she waited for Anya. Fidgeting with her thigh belt that carried all her knives. She hadn't worn the suit in so long,... it almost felt suffocating. But she didn't have time to think about it. She had to focus.

"Mountain pass,.... 45 slope,..... thirty minute alarm, wire trip....." She could do this. Right?

@oozeyboozey

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OOC

Reblog if you are okay with people pestering your characters about literally anything

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Someone plz come love winter she's loud in my head rn and I want for interactions for her. ;3;

Starter call for Winter Barnes!!

DM me or like this for a random starter from Winter Barnes!

Wildly unstable asset, and lab grown daughter of the Winter Soldier.

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"When was the last time you had something to eat? Or a shower?" (from Wagner for Vinnie bcus X-Men)

"Kid I'll have you know, I shower daily. Kinda have to with all the metal bits. Blood gets stuck in the creases. Eating,.... is a different story."

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Like for a starter from Vincent

110 year old Russian Super soldier. Lied to, cheated, and used as a weapon of war. The tin Soldier. The Red Ghost.

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Vincent heard the little stamped of children and stepped out of the study to see what the commotion was about. Seeing the little ones running to the new face in the mansion he tilted his head. Seeing happy smiling faces was,.... pleasant. Something he never thought twice about before and now that he was seeing it, he was enjoying it.

He turned however hearing a little thud next to him. A little girl had toppled over, tripping over her untied shoes, as a couple of older boys shoved past her. It wasn't malicious of course, but the little girl sniffled as she picked herself up.

He wasn't sure why he did it, but he knelt down, and dusted her off, before looking at her shoes. He still rarely spoke, but he pat his knee, so the girl could put her shoe on his leg so he could tie it for her. The movement was pure muscle memory, like he'd done this a hundred times before, but he couldn't remember for who. A small boy,.... shaggy blonde hair, and round rimmed glasses.... but the image in his head was too fuzzy to grasp any real memory attached to it.

As he tied the girl's sneaker, she smiled and ran off to catch up to the other kids, and Vincent stood. Looking at his metal arm, as if he was trying to understand where that action had even come from.

He only came out of his silent thoughts, as the professor,... the one who had taken pity on him in the first place came down the hall. Smiling as he saw the new comer and motioning for Vincent to follow as he maneuvered his chair toward him.

"Logan. Good to see you've returned. Your trip was insightful I hope, I have a mission I would like you to participate in."

Looking up to Vincent he gestured toward the stranger.

"Vincent this is Logan Howlette. Another resident of the mansion. Logan this Vincent. He'll be staying here in the mansion for the time being."

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Vincent wasn't sure this was a good idea just yet, but everyone seemed to see some kind of progress. He had woken up from another nightmare in the early morning hours. Laying on the floor rather than the bed, since he couldn't sleep. He wasn't sure why but it felt more familiar. He kept playing the sounds and images from the dream in his head over and over as he got dressed, and went downstairs.

It was still weird. No rushing, or screaming, just,.... kids running around. People who like him weren't the typical norm living their every day. He felt so out of place here. He came into the study, and stood to the side of the door. Opting not to say anything as some of the others in charge were already going over the plan. He didn't want to disturb them, and talking was still hard for him since before now he never really did. The only time he turned his head away from the mission group was when a couple children ran past the door and down the hall.

Drifting off as he felt a familiar flutter in his chest.

@gobubyourself

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Closed - X-men

Vincent wasn't sure this was a good idea just yet, but everyone seemed to see some kind of progress. He had woken up from another nightmare in the early morning hours. Laying on the floor rather than the bed, since he couldn't sleep. He wasn't sure why but it felt more familiar. He kept playing the sounds and images from the dream in his head over and over as he got dressed, and went downstairs.

It was still weird. No rushing, or screaming, just,.... kids running around. People who like him weren't the typical norm living their every day. He felt so out of place here. He came into the study, and stood to the side of the door. Opting not to say anything as some of the others in charge were already going over the plan. He didn't want to disturb them, and talking was still hard for him since before now he never really did. The only time he turned his head away from the mission group was when a couple children ran past the door and down the hall.

Drifting off as he felt a familiar flutter in his chest.

@gobubyourself

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NEW MUSE ALERT: X-men

Sven Bale Subject of experimentation since birth when he was taken away from his family home, after his father sold him. He was convinced Sven's mother cheated on him, so he wanted nothing to do with the mutant baby, and wanted to get rid of him.

His mother who was a Marine had an affair with a man while she was deployed in Afghanistan, and became pregnant with Sven. She had no idea who the person was, but after their one night stand, she never found him again. We all know who it was because Sven looks too much like his father lol.

Sven is a sweet and kind hearted mutant, with teleporting abilities, and a minor healing factor. His healing factor is why the pharmaceutical company kept him like their dirty little secret. Pumping out hundreds of health products using his genetics as keystones for their research. Since his escape, he has been just trying to learn more of where he came from, and why he is the way he is.

[More to his bio will be posted later this week.]

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OOC - Update

Ok so there is an aderall shortage in my state. A bad one. After almost 2 weeks of not having my meds I finally manage to find a pharmacy that had my dose in stock!! SO yea, I will be working on replies today after I catch up on house work, now that I can actually focus. Love you guys, and thanks for all yall's patience! I really appreciate it!

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"I,.... I don't know.... I can't remember"

A girl in a face mask, and hood taps Hill on the shoulder. "How,..... would I,.... turn myself in? If I wanted to."

I turn around to see a girl.

Who are you?

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ooc: Random Headcanons

Winter: [Early freedom/ Winter Soldier verse:] Winter takes a lot on her shoulders. She is just use to everything being her fault if something goes wrong. But she also sees herself as expendable. She was a Winter soldier, but at the end of the day, she was made to die in a fight. so that is where her head sort of stays. She has no real self value.

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"If I had gone with him, maybe he would still be here. I should have been there."

"....no. he said he was going after the person who was after us.... I wanted to go with him. So he didn't tell me where, he thought I would follow." *there's a lot of guilt in her voice.*

Hey. It’s not your fault that he’s not here, he chose to do that. To protect you