#･ ｡ﾟ★ ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧. ― v. the boys.

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CLOSED  STARTER.    with  BUCKY  BARNES  and  KARA  STARK.   @amarvelousmencgerie.

This  whole  trip  around  to  drum  up  hype  for  The  Seven  was  ,  a  big  giant  waste  of  his  fucking  time.   He  didn't  have  time  to  go  wherever  the  hell  they  wanted  him  to  go  ,         (  telling  some  bullshit  lie  about  how  they  were  all  friends  and  loved  eachother.  )   What  a  load  of  horseshit.   Bucky  couldn't  trust  a  sing  one  of  these  assholes  to  come  save  him  from  a  foxhole  ,  because  none  of  them  were  genuine  enough  to  know  how  they  would  react.   The  second  he  got  an  idea  on  someone  when  he  first  got  there  ,  the  table  oh  so  quickly  shifted.   He'd  expected  as  much  ,  this  wasn't  his  first  go  around  with  Vought  ,  but  it  had  complicated  things.   The  opportunity  Edgar  had  offered  him  was  one  he  couldn't  pass  up  in  order  to  find  her  ,  but  this  whole  charade  he  had  to  put  on  was  more  than  a  complication.

At  the  very  least  ,  he  could  be  thankful  it  was  Kara  he  was  being  forced  on  this  sideshow  with  ,  or  rather  …  Supergirl?         (  the  whole  superhero  name  being  your  new  identity  felt  like  a  bit  much.  )   but  a  small  annoyance  he  was  willing  to  put  up  with  ,  if  it  got  him  closer  to  his  end  goal  of  finding  Anya.   He  could  put  up  with  this  stupid  dancing  monkey  act  for  now.   He  had  to  gain  some  trust  at  least  with  some  people.   Kara  was  his  first  objective.   She  was  smart  ,  but  also  kept  very  close  to  Vought.   If  there  was  anyone  who  would  know  where  to  find  her  ,  it  would  be  her.         (  Maybe  this  trip  would  prove  to  be  useful  afterall.  )   He'd  agreed  to  meet  her  in  the  lobby  ,  for  a  little  get  to  know  one  another  breakfast.   It  had  been  a  while  since  Bucky  had  gotten  to  just  let  go  for  a  minute.   Be  normal.   Not  since  he  came  here  to  join  The  Seven.

He  wasn't  in  his  gear  ,  not  yet  anyways.   He'd  wait  to  change  into  those  when  they  were  on  the  train.   He  was  going  to  be  spending  plenty  of  time  in  that  thing  later.   His  metal  arm  however  covered  under  a  jacket  ,  wearing  varying  shades  of  black  and  grey.   His  normal  get  up.         (  something  that  their  fearless  leader  had  so  comically  pointed  out  once  before.  )   Bucky  preferred  to  go  unnnoticed.   Especially  in  places  like  this.   Kara  ,  on  the  other  hand  …  was  nearly  impossible  not  to  notice.   Not  to  him  at  least.   Right  when  he  said  he'd  meet  her  ,  the  elevator  dinged  ,  and  when  the  doors  opened  ,  the  blonde  hero  emerged.   Bucky  smiled  ,  pearly  whites  showing  as  he  lifted  his  metal  arm  to  wave  her  direction  to  get  her  attention.   

❛  Happy  to  report  ,  I  did  in  fact  get  some  sleep.   As  per  the  boss's  orders.  ❜   It  was  a  playful  joke  ,  to  how  he  had  left  their  text  conversation  the  night  before.   ❛  Hey  uh  ,  thanks  for  suggesting  breakfast.   It'll  be  easier  pulling  all  this  off  if  I  actually  get  to  know  a  little  bit  out  ya.  ❜

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He'd  never  minded  her  rambling  before.   It  was  actually  kinda  nice  most  of  the  time.   Mention  of  everyone  being  gone  ,  then  the  real  reason  she  brought  it  up  ,         (  actually  causes  some  of  the  tea  to  get  spat  out  a  little.  )   Not  at  all  what  he  had  expected  ,  but  also  not  something  he  hadn't  thought  about.   Trying  to  get  a  handle  on  the  sudden  topic  and  his  own  silent  mental  rambling  caused  a  bit  of  a  stammer.   Signals.         (  so  she  had  noticed  some  of  those  looks  then.  )   There's  a  guilty  swallow.   Like  a  kid  who's  gotten  into  the  cookie  jar  before  dinner.   But  then  ,  in  the  slightest  of  seconds  ,  Bucky  perked  up  at  the  sounds  of  intrigue  on  her  part.   Come  on  Barnes.         (  Just  do  it  …  Stop  looking  like  a  fucking  idiot  and  just  kiss  her  -  )   Moving  across  the  couch  without  thinking  ,  his  own  body  invades  the  space  her's  was  in  ,  lips  meeting  her  and  cutting  off  the  last  of  whatever  she  was  saying.   His  own  mental  preparations  had  been  far  to  loud  to  make  out  what  she  was  saying.   Right  hand  reached  up  to  only  hold  the  side  of  her  head  for  support  ,  pulling  away  a  short  moment  later.   Rolling  his  lips  sheepishly  while  icy  blue  eyes  look  up  at  her.   ❛  So  uh  ,  think  any  of  em  know?  ❜   God  that  was  stupid.

" ...you know... there's nobody here. everybody went up to vermont to the cabin. and, if i've misread the signals, please tell me, but... hypothetically, if we were to kiss, nobody would be around to interrupt. "

OPEN STARTER. / listen u could solve the yapping situation by kissing her. u know what to do. u have my blessing.

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･ ｡ﾟ★  𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎﹕the werewolf leader.

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･  ｡ﾟ™ When  was  the  last  time  you  actually  got  some  rest?  ﹕@quietdread.   (cate)

           ❝  Too  long  ,  if  I  had  t'guess.  ❞   Not  anything  new  he  had  said  ,    he  hadn't  been  too  privileged  with  decent  sleep.   Between  memories  and  various  remnants  of  chronic  pain  from  the  years  ,    sometimes  it  was  a  wonder  he  got  any  rest  at  all.   He  gave  a  slight  glance  to  the  side  ,  looking  at  the  blonde  with  a  set  jaw  before  going  back  to  tending  to  his  gear.   ❝  Don't  worry  about  me.   I'll  be  fine.  ❞   

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･  ｡ﾟ™ ❝  i  did  this  for  you.  no  one  else.  ❞  ﹕@thelostcauses.   (lavinia)

           Brows  furrowed  at  her  admittance.   If  she  had  done  this  for  him  ,    he  never  would  have  asked  her.   Guilt  had  been  sitting  in  his  chest  like  a  heavy  hammer  ,  only  to  find  that  this  had  been  done  for  some  benefit  to  him.   What  was  he  supposed  to  say  to  that?         (  how  was  he  supposed  to  react  when  he  was  just  now  finding  out  about  this.  )    A  few  heavy  breaths  draw  in  and  out  ,   drawing  his  shoulders  up  and  down  with  each  breath.   The  question  of  ‘why’  still  sitting  on  his  lips.   Wanting  to  come  out.   But  fear  fought  to  pull  them  back  ,  but  no  longer.

           ❝  Why?   Nia  ,  babe  why  didn't  you  come  and  talk  to  me  about  this?  ❞   Even  now  ,  there  was  no  suggestion  that  Bucky  was  upset.      Only  worry  for  what  complications  this  might  bring  her  or  them.   ❝  I  can  handle  it  ,  you  don't  need  to  add  more  stress.  ❞

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ANSWERED   (IC).   with   BUCKY  BARNES  and  ANNIE  JANUARY.   @thcrealheroes.

“i  just  want  to  feel  something.”

The  longer  he  was  in  the  place  ,  the  longer  he  could  see  how  people  lost  themselves.   Not  that  he  had  lost  his  focus  ,         (  but  certain  things  that  didn't  make  sense  before  made  sense  just  a  little  more.  )   Here  you  weren't  a  person.   You  were  a  product.   Something  for  them  to  use  and  sell.   Here  you  were  an  asset.   Nothing  more.   While  accepting  that  seemed  all  well  and  good  initially  ,  he  had  seen  enough  people  in  Vought  get  swallowed  whole  by  the  kind  of  hurt  and  loneliness  that  could  come  around  from  something  like  that.         (  Some  days  he  wondered  if  this  way  was  even  worth  it.  )   But  people  like  Annie  still  gave  him  hope  that  he  wasn't  chasing  a  dead  end.

Being  here  though  ,  with  her.   It  was  easy  to  nod  along  with  what  she  said.   ❛  I  think  I've  needed  that  more  than  anything  ,  being  in  this  place.  ❜   It  was  like  a  hell  ,  decorated  with  marble  ,  gold  plating  ,  and  all  the  fluff  and  pampering  to  keep  them  content  in  their  enclosures.   Not  completely  content  though.   Not  always.   He  had  been  walking  toward  her  ,  rounding  from  the  island  of  the  in  suite  kitchen  of  his  unit.   Soft  glow  of  the  skyscrapers  outside  with  the  lowered  lighting  of  the  apartment  giving  them  a  warm  inviting  mood.   Icy  blue  eyes  were  hooded  with  want  and  desire.   ❛  Lets  just  feel  t'night  then.   Give  ourselves  a  reason  t'keep  up  with  all  this.  ❜

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tag dump part 2.

･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   interactions.    answered. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   interactions.    replies. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   interactions.    starters. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   interactions.    short. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   interactions.    medium. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   interactions.    large. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   interactions.    crack. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   au verses. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   v. the boys. ･ ｡ﾟ★  ﹕𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗧.   ―   v. biker gang.

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The  walk  was  relaxing.   Only  the  sounds  of  the  early  New  York  morning  offering  them  ambience  as  they  walked.    It  was  a  relaxing  change  to  the  whirlwind  he  had  been  in  since  he  got  there.   Not  that  he  wasn't  used  to  hitting  the  ground  running.         (  the  military  had  taught  him  that  even  better  than  his  hectic  lifestyle  growing  up.  )   But  here  ,  after  joining  Vought  ,    he  was  finding  that  this  was  going  to  be  a  completely  different  game.   Bucky  couldn't  let  himself  get  discouraged  from  his  mission  though.   There  was   far  too  much   riding  on  him  succeeding  in  this.

❝  Definitely  more  of  a  Kim  vibe  ,  ❞   He  answered  after  a  bit  of  a  chuckle  at  the  comment  of  him  ,    not  knowing  who  those  people  were.   Bucky's  mother  had  always  been  the  type  most  would  describe  as  being   old  fashioned.   Bucky  loved  his  mother  ,  with  everything  he  had.   Often  times  acting  as  her   little  shadow   as  she  had  so  affectionately  called  him.   ❝  Don't  think  just  cause  I  took  this  job  I'm  uncultured.   Actually  kinda  prefer  em  to  the  garbage  they  tend  t'churn  out  these  days.  ❞

They  being  Vought.   Everything  around  him  was  a  walking  marketing  piece.   Even  the  heroes  who  walked  the  city  did  that.   Hell  at  this  point  ,    you  couldn't  look  at  a  single  supe  and  not  think  of  Vought.   Even  the  ones  who  weren't  even  working  for  Vought.   The  idea  of  superpowers  was  enough  of  an  advertisement  for  them.         (  made  sense  why  they  wouldn't  care  if  the  actual  content  was  more  than  mediocre.  )   He  actually  couldn't  even  say  he  had  seen  a  single  one  of  the  films  Vought  had  come  out  with  until  he  had  agreed  to  take  the  job.

❝  Hey  ,  you're  secrets  safe  with  me.   When  I  can't  sleep  ,  I  like  t'turn  on  a  good  black  and  white  film.   Works  every  time.  ❞   He  had  spoken  those  words  in  more  of  a  stage  whisper.   Trying  to  feign  some  humor  while  offering  a  smile  and  a  wink.   ❝  Nothin  wrong  with  old  fashioned.   Honestly  ,  think  the  world  could  do  with  a  bit  of  that.   It's  like  we  forgot  what  life's  like  without  all  te  flashing  lights.  ❞

"I love this place too because they always let me sit in the back room away from people if their busy." Her eyes widened. "I'll introduce you to the couple that own it. Maybe it can be a quiet place for you too."

She couldn't tell him but she'd been going there for years, watching the couple get older and older while she still looked as though she wasn't a day over 20. It was hard because there were people she'd loved over the years but of course, everything is always taken away from her. Maybe that's why she was going to keep a wall up with Bucky because if he was in the Seven and he wanted to be here, be friends with the others, she couldn't really trust him. Just thinking about it though made her heart hurt because she wished there was just one person that she could be close to.

"Oh, I always wanted siblings but it's just me. I think you're right though, there is something auythentic about you but we all know it's just the persona right? We all have a show to put on for the people who love us."

There was a sadness in her voice as they walked but when he said that she had a vintage vibe, Kara stopped. She turned towards him her cheek's flushed. "Are you trying to tell me I have a Jane Mansfield or Kim Novack." Kara couldn't help the giggle that escaped and she raised her hands to cover her mouth. "You don't even know who they are do you? I can't help it. I love old movies but don't tell the others, they already make fun of what I wear when I'm not being Supergirl. Hey it does help me not stand out and get a little free time though. They like the attention I think... Maybe not Annie but the rest do."

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Seeing  her  like  this  was  like  looking  at  a  completely  different  person.      Yet  somehow  it  all  seemed  to  fit  together  so  perfectly.   Bucky  had  always  been  a  guy  who  preferred  more   old  fashioned   styles.   From  a  simpler  time  perhaps.   Whatever  you  wanted  to  call  it.         (  what  he  really  liked  were  things  that  made  him  feel  safe.  )   The  way  Kara  looked  wen  he  saw  her  walk  out  of  the  elevator  ,  it  reminded  him  of  the  comforts  of  home.

Home  ,  that  was  far  far  away  from  here.   Both  in  location  and  in  every  other  meaning  of  he  word.   At  this  point  ,      he'd  give  anything  to  be  back  in  Shelbyville  right  now.   But  he  was  here  for  a  reason.         (  time  to  put  that  good  charming  act  on  Barnes.   you  got  work  t'do.  )   The  kiss  on  the  cheek  wasn't   so  unexpected.   She  did  seem  to  wear  that  friendly  personality  a  lot  of  the  time.   Every  member  of  The  Seven  had  a  role  to  play.      A  story  to  sell  for  Vought.   His  was  the  mysterious  soldier  with  the   dark  past   ,  while  hers  seemed  to  align  with  the  girl  next  door  who  wanted  nothing  more  than  to   do  good.

He  just  needed  to  find  out  which  one  it  really  was.

❝  Little  diner  sounds  great  ,  ❞   He  offered  with  a  smile.   ❝  I'm  not  a  fan  of  big  crowded  places  anyways.  ❞   And  with  how  early  it  was  ,  he  was  confident  they'd  have  a  nice  relaxing  breakfast  before  the  chaos.   He  glanced  over  to  her  as  they  walked  ,         (  offering  a  sheepish  smile  when  she  mentioned  how  easy  he  was  to  talk  to.   certainly  not  a  first  to  hear.  )   He  offered  a  shrug.   His  gaze  moving  down  to  the  ground  as  they  left  the  building.

❝  Well  ,  I  have  a  lot  of  siblings.   One  of  four  and  being  the  oldest  …  guess  it  just  makes  me  a  good  listener.   Authentic.  ❞   Except  he  wasn't  being  authentic  here.   Not  completely.   The  siblings  part  was  true  enough  ,  but  the  rest  of  why  he  was  there  couldn't  be  chanced  just  yet.   ❝  You're  pretty  easy  t'talk  to  also.   Ya  got  this  ,  I  dunno  …  Vintage  movie  way  about  you.  Like  somethin  in  my  mom's  favorites.  ❞

There wasn't a part of her image that hadn't been put together by Vought and although she hated to be the girl next door, it wasn't completely off the mark of who she really was. She'd been kept from so many things when she was young, put together and carved into the perfect opposite of her partner Homelander.

Of course, maybe she was naive to certain things and she did love children in a way because she could never have her own but the feelings she was supposed to have for Homeland was beyond her ability to pretend. She hated him and everything he stood for. After complaining for some time, Vought was starting to make a story of them splitting up but like everything, they needed to see what people thought of it and to do it slowly. Her way of solving this problem was to leave, and take the newest hero in the Seven with her.

She liked Bucky and she found him refreshing. He was trying to put on an act but she could tell there was something else deep down in him. Something better than the rest of them and she wasn't quite sure why he was there. But instead of questioning his reasons, Kara just decided to have someone, maybe, that she could be close to and confide in. Of course, she could be wrong, she was before but maybe this time, she could have someone, anyone that might just care about her and not the company.

As she stepped out of the door, her hair pulled back and her makeup simple but highlighting her bright blue eyes, she smiled. Even her clothing looked as though it was from another time but had done well when polled because it even more added to her girl next door look. The pencil skirt and matching wool jacket making her look as though she could have stepped out of the early sixties, but it was what made her... well her.

Kara leaned in and pressed the softest kiss on his cheek. "I thought maybe we could go to the diner down the street. The pancakes are to die for and the owners are this adorable little Jewish couple that make me laugh when they are aguing about whatever the days fight is."

Without missing a beat, Kara put her arm in his and they walked out the door into the fresh morning air. She hated being at Vought and wished she could spend more time out in the city but that wasn't what they wanted and she could never find herself strong enough to fight and get her freedom.

She turned her head towards him, her smile natural, not one forced to keep up her image. "You know, I really enjoy getting to talk to you without everyone around. It's refreshing because you make it so easy to just..." She let her gaze go down for a moment, letting a pregnant pause develop between them. "I just like it more than talking to everyone else. It makes me feel like maybe one day we could be like... actual friends. I don't have any but I've always wanted one."