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Yippeee.... more children to deal with. Yippeee

But yeah. Anything for you and Luna.

I am taking my wife on the overdue Honeymoon I promised her before we had the twins. I will be gone for a week. We are definitely going make noise in Paris, Rome, and Athens.

@luna-draven-barnes I hope you're ready.

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Ouch. I have a heart too, you know

I am taking my wife on the overdue Honeymoon I promised her before we had the twins. I will be gone for a week. We are definitely going make noise in Paris, Rome, and Athens.

@luna-draven-barnes I hope you're ready.

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...We know exactly what "noise" you'll be making...

I am taking my wife on the overdue Honeymoon I promised her before we had the twins. I will be gone for a week. We are definitely going make noise in Paris, Rome, and Athens.

@luna-draven-barnes I hope you're ready.

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She snorted, folding her arms tighter. "Yeah, and I’m sure those two whole visits really prepped you for fatherhood."

She walked past him toward the kitchen, not bothering to look back. "Let me know when you’re ready for the part where he screams until you question your existence."

Brock arrived at her house, ringing the doorbell. He had found time in his busy schedule to visit her.

When the door opened he greeted her with a wave. "I'm here to see Edwin."

@brock--rumlow

Tessa opened the door, her eyes narrowing at the misstep. "Ethan," she corrected, her tone sharp but not quite angry. "His name’s Ethan, Dad."

She stepped aside, raising an eyebrow. "He’s in the common area. You can go make it up to him."

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Tessa blinked, visibly thrown for a second. "You remember how to hold a baby. Huh."

She crossed her arms again, lips twitching. "Changed him an hour ago. But if you’re feeling brave, the wipes are on the counter."

Brock arrived at her house, ringing the doorbell. He had found time in his busy schedule to visit her.

When the door opened he greeted her with a wave. "I'm here to see Edwin."

@brock--rumlow

Tessa opened the door, her eyes narrowing at the misstep. "Ethan," she corrected, her tone sharp but not quite angry. "His name’s Ethan, Dad."

She stepped aside, raising an eyebrow. "He’s in the common area. You can go make it up to him."

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"He’s a week old, Brock," she said. "Not a threat. Just a lump in a blanket right now."

She stayed by the doorway, watching him with a neutral expression.

Brock arrived at her house, ringing the doorbell. He had found time in his busy schedule to visit her.

When the door opened he greeted her with a wave. "I'm here to see Edwin."

@brock--rumlow

Tessa opened the door, her eyes narrowing at the misstep. "Ethan," she corrected, her tone sharp but not quite angry. "His name’s Ethan, Dad."

She stepped aside, raising an eyebrow. "He’s in the common area. You can go make it up to him."

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She let the door click shut behind him. "Yeah, well. You missed the part where he screamed for three hours straight and I didn’t sleep for four days."

She crossed her arms and followed him at a distance.

"But sure. You’re Dad today."

Brock arrived at her house, ringing the doorbell. He had found time in his busy schedule to visit her.

When the door opened he greeted her with a wave. "I'm here to see Edwin."

@brock--rumlow

Tessa opened the door, her eyes narrowing at the misstep. "Ethan," she corrected, her tone sharp but not quite angry. "His name’s Ethan, Dad."

She stepped aside, raising an eyebrow. "He’s in the common area. You can go make it up to him."

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Brock arrived at her house, ringing the doorbell. He had found time in his busy schedule to visit her.

When the door opened he greeted her with a wave. "I'm here to see Edwin."

@brock--rumlow

Tessa opened the door, her eyes narrowing at the misstep. "Ethan," she corrected, her tone sharp but not quite angry. "His name’s Ethan, Dad."

She stepped aside, raising an eyebrow. "He’s in the common area. You can go make it up to him."

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The door creaked. Tessa slipped inside, quiet as a ghost. No lights. Just shapes and shadows. And one of them was Cat, on the floor.

“Well, this looks bad.”

She didn’t expect a laugh. Didn’t need one. She stayed near the door, hands in her jacket pockets.

“You’re bleeding. Also, not breathing right. I can patch you up. Or I can shut up and sit down. Your call.”

She didn’t decide to move just yet. Just watched. Waited.

“..But if you’re planning on fully losing it, I’m gonna need to sit before you pass out and I have to carry you. Again.”

Location: Quiet Stone.

Time Limit: None.

Trigger warnings: anxiety attack, minor injury and minimal bl33d!ng.

FYI: Cat's anxiety attack and coping mechanism is based off my anxiety attacks and my coping mechanism. This rp also takes place after a two year time skip.

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These last few weeks have taken a toll on The Finder's mental health. She was mentally drained from running Quiet Stone, not to mention she has the entire city under quarantine. No one in or out. So she can't leave and no one can get unless they were stupid good at breaking into places with high security.

She thought she had it all figured out, after recovering from going insane. How to not crack under the pressure. How to keep herself together. How to not go insane a second time. 

The Finder heads to her office. She just left a meeting with the Council, that end on a bad note. She had gash on her left side, due to a fist fight breaking out among the Council and she had to break it up, which resulted in her getting injured. But The Finder didn't notice it nor did she care about taking care of it.

Her hands were shaking and her breathing was shaky. The Finder was particularly trembling. She quickly enters her office and turned off the lights. She lays down on the floor of her office.

She needs to calm herself. "Calm down, Cat. It's just a little bit of anxiety." The Finder closes her eyes and listens to her heartbeat. A coping mechanism that occasionally worked. The Finder stays on the floor for an unknown amount of time. She is so lost in her own mind that she doesn't hear the door quietly open.

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Tags (no pressure and you can use any blogs): @the1-and-only-peggycarter @iwasmadetobeasoldier @the-revolution-official @redroom-peterparker @long-lost-king @th3blackcatt @rio-vidal-official @not-really-a-hero-anymore

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Uh huh... I believe you....

Guess what.

I had a baby.

Yeah. Me. A mom.

His name’s Ethan Alexander Barnes. He’s got Jack’s eyes and my attitude already. Figures.

Don’t get soft on me - this doesn’t mean I’m retiring or baking cookies. It just means there’s one thing in this world I’d actually burn it down for.

Don’t ask to see him. Don’t try anything stupid. Just… don't.

@brock--rumlow

@y0u-d0nt-n0-jack

@the-revolution-official

@luna-draven-barnes

@forever-in-pain

@its-nate-the-sharpshot

@my-n4me-isnt-alice

@we-love-redwing

@thebestmerc-1

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“In the closet?” Tessa laughs, the sound light and teasing as she lets him pull her up by the thighs. “Well, I guess it’s a little better than the hallway.”

As he kisses her, she leans into him, her fingers threading through his hair. She smirks between kisses, clearly enjoying the challenge of keeping him on his toes. “The floor, though?” She arches a brow, her voice laced with mock seriousness. “You really want to bring me down to that level? Guess I’ll have to test the comfort of it…”

Before he can respond, she drags him closer, kissing him again, her fingers already working at the button of his jeans.

Jack is moving boxes into the new apartment in the Tower. It's spacious with floor to ceiling windows that let the light in. "Okay, this is pretty great." He says as Tessa follows him in. "And the walls are soundproof." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

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Tessa enters, padding softly in her boots on the waxed floors. She gazes out. The city stretches out in all directions, bathed in gold from the afternoon sun. She whistles low.

“Damn. Guess the 'Thunderbolts' aren’t slumming it after all.”

She turns when Jack makes his comment, snorting and shooting him a look over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “You planning on testing that tonight, Barnes? Pretty sure half this team has a body count.”

She sets a box labeled Ethan’s stuff down on the couch, then straightens with a smirk. “Because I call dibs on the shower first. And you’re on diaper duty.”

Despite the teasing, there’s a lightness to her voice and a peaceful glow in her eyes. It’s one of those rare moments where she feels normal. Laughter, family, just life as it is. Even if that means dealing with messy diapers, neighbors who used to be mercenaries, and Jack’s terrible innuendos.

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Inside the closet, Tessa smothers a laugh behind her hand, crouched between a stack of boxes and a row of hanging clothes. She hears his footsteps, slow and theatrical, his voice laced with playful threat.

She bites her lip, her eyes glinting as she moves silently, balancing on the balls of her feet like a predator waiting to pounce. He thinks he’s hunting, but he’s the one walking into a trap.

As his hand touches the closet handle, she lunges, flinging the door open and grabbing his shirtfront, yanking him forward with a wicked grin.

“You found me,” she giggles, her voice laced with triumhp and amusement.

“Congratulations. Your prize is imminent exhaustion.”

Jack is moving boxes into the new apartment in the Tower. It's spacious with floor to ceiling windows that let the light in. "Okay, this is pretty great." He says as Tessa follows him in. "And the walls are soundproof." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

@y0u-d0nt-n0-jack

Tessa enters, padding softly in her boots on the waxed floors. She gazes out. The city stretches out in all directions, bathed in gold from the afternoon sun. She whistles low.

“Damn. Guess the 'Thunderbolts' aren’t slumming it after all.”

She turns when Jack makes his comment, snorting and shooting him a look over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “You planning on testing that tonight, Barnes? Pretty sure half this team has a body count.”

She sets a box labeled Ethan’s stuff down on the couch, then straightens with a smirk. “Because I call dibs on the shower first. And you’re on diaper duty.”

Despite the teasing, there’s a lightness to her voice and a peaceful glow in her eyes. It’s one of those rare moments where she feels normal. Laughter, family, just life as it is. Even if that means dealing with messy diapers, neighbors who used to be mercenaries, and Jack’s terrible innuendos.

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“You want to take a shower and drive the truck?” she says, arms crossing as she tilts her head. “Bold of you to assume you’ll be able to walk straight after the first one.”

She strides past him toward the bathroom, tossing over her shoulder with a smirk, “If anyone’s driving the truck, it’s the one who feels like they’ve been hit by it.”

She hooks her fingers in the hem of her shirt, peeling it off as she disappears down the hall. “Try to keep up, pretty boy.”

Jack is moving boxes into the new apartment in the Tower. It's spacious with floor to ceiling windows that let the light in. "Okay, this is pretty great." He says as Tessa follows him in. "And the walls are soundproof." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

@y0u-d0nt-n0-jack

Tessa enters, padding softly in her boots on the waxed floors. She gazes out. The city stretches out in all directions, bathed in gold from the afternoon sun. She whistles low.

“Damn. Guess the 'Thunderbolts' aren’t slumming it after all.”

She turns when Jack makes his comment, snorting and shooting him a look over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “You planning on testing that tonight, Barnes? Pretty sure half this team has a body count.”

She sets a box labeled Ethan’s stuff down on the couch, then straightens with a smirk. “Because I call dibs on the shower first. And you’re on diaper duty.”

Despite the teasing, there’s a lightness to her voice and a peaceful glow in her eyes. It’s one of those rare moments where she feels normal. Laughter, family, just life as it is. Even if that means dealing with messy diapers, neighbors who used to be mercenaries, and Jack’s terrible innuendos.

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Jack is moving boxes into the new apartment in the Tower. It's spacious with floor to ceiling windows that let the light in. "Okay, this is pretty great." He says as Tessa follows him in. "And the walls are soundproof." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

@y0u-d0nt-n0-jack

Tessa enters, padding softly in her boots on the waxed floors. She gazes out. The city stretches out in all directions, bathed in gold from the afternoon sun. She whistles low.

“Damn. Guess the 'Thunderbolts' aren’t slumming it after all.”

She turns when Jack makes his comment, snorting and shooting him a look over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “You planning on testing that tonight, Barnes? Pretty sure half this team has a body count.”

She sets a box labeled Ethan’s stuff down on the couch, then straightens with a smirk. “Because I call dibs on the shower first. And you’re on diaper duty.”

Despite the teasing, there’s a lightness to her voice and a peaceful glow in her eyes. It’s one of those rare moments where she feels normal. Laughter, family, just life as it is. Even if that means dealing with messy diapers, neighbors who used to be mercenaries, and Jack’s terrible innuendos.

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Tessa's fingers stilled on the blanket. She'd been trying not to think about what Jack was going through. But now, hearing the deadness in his voice, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. He wasn’t just quiet. He was gone somewhere else. Somewhere she couldn’t reach.

She stood up quietly, not wanting to disturb him but needing to move. She crossed the room and sat beside him, close enough that he’d feel the warmth of her presence but not too close to overwhelm him. Her hand brushed against his arm first, testing the waters.

When he didn’t pull away, she gently wrapped her arm around his shoulders and leaned her head against his, her cheek resting against the side of his head. The quick trembling breaths that he took made her heart ache. She didn't need to say anything at first, just holding him there in the silence, letting him feel her there.

“Jack. You don’t have to be strong right now. Not for me. Not for anyone. Just... be here. With me. It’s enough.”

Her hand gently cupped the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair, giving him a moment of comfort she hoped he’d let himself accept. She knew he was struggling. She could feel it. But she wasn’t going anywhere, and she wasn’t going to let him slip away from her, not this time.

Tessa was folding and refolding the same blanket. Over and over. It didn’t need folding. But her hands needed something to do.

The Underground apartment was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your ears ring.

Ethan was out cold, tiny chest rising and falling in his makeshift crib. Tessa didn’t take her eyes off him, not really, but every few seconds she glanced at Jack.

He was just sitting there. Staring at nothing. Like if he moved, the whole ceiling might come down on them.

She didn’t ask how he was. Stupid question. She just said, “You hungry?” It came out too normal, too casual, like they weren’t hiding from the end of the world. Then, softer, “We still have that shitty canned soup you pretended to like.”

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"No. I'm not hungry, but if you are... go eat." He doesn't move or look at anything accept the wall in front of him. His father is all but gone. A zombie, and he's pretty much a walking corpse. Locking James in had hurt. Hearing the noises, the banging... the groans.

Would his father recover?

Could he?

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Tessa freezes halfway through shoving formula into a bag. Slowly, slowly, she turns to look at Jack. “…Zombies?”

There’s an astonishing moment of silence. Ethan stirs, letting out a soft whine. “You’re joking.” But the look on Jack’s face says he’s absolutely not. She stares blankly at him, then blinks. “Like… actual zombies? Dead people, walking around, trying to eat people? That kind?”

Jack gives a helpless half-nod. Tessa exhales, mutters under her breath. “Okay. Sure. Why not. Postpartum wasn’t exciting enough, let’s just throw in the apocalypse.”

She zips the bag shut, slings it over her shoulder, and adjusts Ethan against her chest. Her movements are quick now. Precise. “I’m not asking how. Don’t wanna know. If your dad said move, we move. I’m not about to play ‘Guess Who’s Contagious’ with the neighbors.”

She steps toward the door - but pauses. Just for a second. Something catches behind her eyes, the kind of thought that bites and won’t let go. A voice in the back of her head, one she usually ignores.

“…Jack,” She's quieter this time. “What about the others? Victoria? CJ? Silas?”

She doesn’t say we should wait, because she knows they can’t. But it’s there. That brief hesitation. That slipping rope of guilt.

Then she shakes her head, clenching her jaw. “Never mind. Let’s just go. We’ll figure it out when we’re safe.”

Jack rushes into the basement with a worried look on his face. "Baby, we have to go. Grab Ethan, pack up everything you can, we have to go Underground."

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her head jerks up from the makeshift crib, where she’d just laid Ethan down. The baby stirs at the sudden movement, a soft, sleepy whimper escaping his lips.

Jack’s voice hits her like a slap. Urgent, terrified.

Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out for a moment. “What - ? Jack, what the hell’s going on?”

She’s already moving, even as her brain struggles to catch up. She scoops Ethan into her arms with the delicacy of someone who’s been cradling him every hour since birth. He’s impossibly small, fragile in a way that makes her heart ache so damn much.

“Underground?” she echoes, disbelief cracking her voice. “Jack, he’s days old - what the fuck happened?”

She holds Ethan close, her body shielding him by instinct, and stumbles toward their emergency bag - half-packed, dusty, never meant for now.

“Who knows we’re here?” she asks, breath hitching. “Is it HYDRA? Is it - did someone see you?” There’s fear in her voice now. Not for herself. For Jack. For Ethan. For the sudden, horrible unknown.

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She tightens her hold on Ethan as Jack speaks, the panic in his voice crawling under her skin. She doesn’t move for a second, just stares at him like her brain’s buffering. “Your dad called? Jack, what the hell does that mean? Called to tell you what?”

Ethan lets out a soft grunt in her arms, and she instinctively rocks him, eyes still locked on Jack as he yanks bags from the closet. Her movements are stiff. Mechanical. She hasn’t even put on shoes.

“You’re saying no one knows we’re here, but you’re acting like they’re already outside the damn door.”

She crosses the room, grabbing the blanket off the back of the chair and wrapping it around Ethan without thinking. “If this is just ‘blow over’ bad, why do I feel like throwing up?”

Then Jack says it - Now I get what Dad feels - and for half a second, she forgets to be mad, confused, or scared. And that's saying somethng. She glances at him, eyes narrowing just a bit. “Yeah. Kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

And just like that, she’s moving again. “I’ll pack the formula. You grab the cash stash. We can’t carry everything, so pick what matters.”

Jack rushes into the basement with a worried look on his face. "Baby, we have to go. Grab Ethan, pack up everything you can, we have to go Underground."

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her head jerks up from the makeshift crib, where she’d just laid Ethan down. The baby stirs at the sudden movement, a soft, sleepy whimper escaping his lips.

Jack’s voice hits her like a slap. Urgent, terrified.

Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out for a moment. “What - ? Jack, what the hell’s going on?”

She’s already moving, even as her brain struggles to catch up. She scoops Ethan into her arms with the delicacy of someone who’s been cradling him every hour since birth. He’s impossibly small, fragile in a way that makes her heart ache so damn much.

“Underground?” she echoes, disbelief cracking her voice. “Jack, he’s days old - what the fuck happened?”

She holds Ethan close, her body shielding him by instinct, and stumbles toward their emergency bag - half-packed, dusty, never meant for now.

“Who knows we’re here?” she asks, breath hitching. “Is it HYDRA? Is it - did someone see you?” There’s fear in her voice now. Not for herself. For Jack. For Ethan. For the sudden, horrible unknown.