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Y’ know, I’m not really a cat person.

#// >w>;;;;;;;;; #face: lobo

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whistling

#muse: lobo

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the genre is cassian andor threatening people he doesn't like with a blaster

#I can hear you; cassian

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“Remind me to not take deals from rich or mysterious benefactors.”

#ic musings;; #guided to lead; cassian andor

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Soldiers keep marching on.

One fight and right onto another. He’s so tired. Was he complicit when the fingers of his masters dug deep into his brain. Leaving their imprint on him like they know if they do not so now. The golden opportunity would slip from their fingers before he would be put back into storage. A flicker of pride, something human and yet not human as he soak up the praise like a job well down. He was...so very tired. When one of his handler ushered him to get up and fight a man who was also enhanced. Part of him, the deepest part of him wondered if he would be finally be granted rest... a bullet between the eyes, put down a weary hound not from a sudden onslaught of madness but tired of its own continued existence. He’s not sure if his earlier years, HYDRA kept putting him onto the chair when he fought tooth and nail to escape their clutches. It was ...all a blur. Even when his old masters fell, and was given a freedom he had not tasted in years. Finally, but confused. Without a lead or an identity, least was until he remember that man on the bridge. He would wake from the horrid nightmares, drenched in blood, unfeeling, a blank and defeated gaze stared back at him.

Shock, as he stared at the brunt out cinders of wires, smoke and the cooked flesh of what used to be his arm for nearly seventy years. He kept fighting, for what reason? This is what he wanted for awhile? An excuse to fade, to finally get some rest he was forgo from being a prisoner of war. Perhaps dying in a bunker where he was kept and woken up was the last place he wanted to haunt if he were to close his eyes and never wake. Or maybe he did not want someone else be responsible for his death, to carry that burden like he had for nearly seventy years was something he did not want another to have. Reason, it was never noble, he only fought for his survival. When it all comes down to it, he was above all human. Too human.

Peace, then he was called out for stating such a thing. As if he had the audacity to say that. Indignant, sure that was an emotion he felt. A denial as if he had already failed some test he was suppose to pass so easily.

There’s not much in there he could tell. It was a leap from living in the Depression to the 22nd century where there are many technological advances today and research that now is just as accessible as a click of a button. He himself is one of them, a medical and mechanical marvel. Yet, he never asked for it. Never asked for anything. Then again, he never know what he wanted. He gone through the motion, what was expected of him hoping maybe he would find it. A purpose.

He gone too far to just give his captors the satisfaction of him losing because he couldn’t remember where he lives. On good days, he would use what money he has or joy he still feel. Every time the day ends like that he would swear and curse like a sailor in the docks. Telling his ghosts that he is going to have fucking ice cream for dinner and nothing is going to stop him. Least, he is above thankful of the serum of taking care of the possibility of a stomach ache.

Other...kind of days. He wouldn’t be able to muster the energy nor motivation to get up from the floor. He would lose himself, to the sensations of the ambiance of Brooklyn outside his apartment. He would feel the tremble of the floor where he is sure someone moving in their furniture. It would be night finally falls where the ex-assassin would get off the floor and slip into his shoes and walk outside his apartment. He would go one and wander aimlessly not pausing until he was able to resurface and find himself on the other side of town. Who was he again? Why does it feel like he’s waiting for something...someone? The shadow would return to his apartment only to find his landlord had scold him again for not locking the door and wondering if he had forgotten to close the window too because it’s absolutely fre--

“Sorry I’ll...be careful nex--” Before he can finish his sentence, his landlord which he is sure is more or less fed up with him turned away with a huff and retreated to his apartment after handing him a new set of keys to the lock. He wouldn’t be surprised if not for the paychecks were being paid on time the landlord wouldn’t give him a time of day. Maybe kick him out. He sighs and went back to his quiet apartment, other than the ringing and buzzing noise he’s sure is only coming from his head.

He is so very tired...

#muse: j.barnes;; #writing prompt;;

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Nick Fowler I love you

#muse: j.barnes;; #// asldkjas this look

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GUESS WHO IS FEATURED IN THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE ISSUE 😍😍😍😍 As he should be 💖

#muse: j.barnes;;

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He probably shouted loud enough for the people in town...and the fishes. Eventually he did stop shouting, at one point at least. Turning his attention to Helmut he couldn’t help but grin, pleased to see his fiance have this warm flush on his cheeks just hidden behind his beard. “I know...but you also know I can’t stand people asking me why this and why that. Yeah we shouldn’t care...but I do. It’s the point with the rings and the promise. To...say that my eyes are on you. How could I not show you off? My deadly Sokovian Colonel Baron~”

“Oh James…” He placed a hand on his lover’s arm to calm him down, heart racing and his face warm at the words. “It’s alright. It is also understandable how they wouldn’t understand, but as long as I know how you feel, I don’t care what anyone thinks. Your affection is more than enough for me.”

#experienceandpatience #muse: j.barnes;;

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“I’m in love with one deadly Sokovian Colonel Baron, and nothing you say will stop me!”

#muse: j.barnes;; #// .... i m #experienceandpatience

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He found himself letting out a quiet snort at that. True, if someone told him if he was interested in having lunch with an ex-assassin who was for the past century been making history through his...deeds. Yeah he’ll take a rain check. On a normal day, least to him nothing much was considered ‘normal’ anymore. Not since he saw Steve who was a bit on the scrawny side turn up in his cell into six foot tall beefcake. Pot meet kettle.

“Yeah...that.” There was a reason he lay low and restore to ‘default’ when it came to living in the modern era. Avoid unnecessary contact of people, only keeping to himself pay off the rent in Brooklyn, maybe find a dog walking gig, once an occasion would get a call from Sam and he’ll be swept up through the motions of helping whatever his friend needed.

“Cut to the chase, between having your brain fried, freezing in the fridge for a few decades and having been roped into therapy in Wakanda along with reconditioning from trigger words... it’s ..a bit of a couple of years.” there was a pause at that before mindlessly adjusting his jacket sleeve.

“...But yeah I see where you’re getting at. Can’t help but notice if others was given the same chance and priority things would have ...turn out differently from them.”

@auuteur

The triage calls an 88over 60 B.P. and a 70 over 50 on the same guy in a stretcher moments later. People expected her to help at all times.

Christine walks out with him. The initial blast of wind when the doors to the outside open, cold from all the warmth in the hospital, strangely washes the tension out of her limbs. She doesn’t dig beyond the teeming surface today, to unearth the shivery sadness of why.

Everyone falls short and fails—with their friends, their family, their work, or with themselves.

‘  Huh… Sure, questionable appetite for having lunch with strangers. ‘  Christine’s been painfully independent since life after scholarships. That special gourmet-filled burger’s financially hers. Hard to explain things that weren’t science. Don’t touch her stuff.

‘  Not to dredge up the past that you… probably don’t want to be a part of, but you were on the news as a wanted assassin. Everyone knows you were somehow vindicated,but I’ve never seen the outcome of the system change so quickly. Everyday we get drug addicts and felons in cuffs in the E.R. I don’t see anything being changed for them.  ‘·

#auuteur #// alsdksdj i k nowwww #// honestly blaming it on marvel on that asdkasj xD #// thou we have no idea if there was a second date xD #muse: j.barnes;;

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send me   ‘ hearteyes ‘   for my muse to — without giving away names — describe someone they have a serious crush on. 

#// please specify muse #rp meme;;

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The ‘scene’ was very damning to say the least. Standing there, like an eye of the storm...the kitchen was in disarray, he had shut off the heat before it bubbled above the sauce pan. In the middle of an attempt of baking something. A broken plate here and there...despite his best reflexes along the serum meant he might misjudged his application of strength. Leading while the greatest ex-assassin of all time a klutz in the kitchen.

“...Okay fine I, just..er pretend a strong wind managed to knock over a few things.” Came a somewhat sheepish response and a smile at Steve. “...I sure hell don’t remember plates or bowls could break this easily...” He could blame on the metal arm since there is not little to none natural grip and he only has one flesh arm to work with.

“...Mind passing the broom? To hide the evidence?”

𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵  𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬𝑺  𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑬𝒀  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑬              and  steve  gives  a  little      overwhelmed      chuckle  and  shake  of  his  head.                                “      you      so           sure           about       that,        pal    ?    ”                                   his  tone  is      soft  and  teasing.                                   “       it’s         fine,         buck.                   we’ll       fix       it      up,           make      it      look      like         new       again.                    no       big      deal.    ”

#peacereflected #muse: j.barnes;;

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My love, My love My fearless love I will not say goodbye.. Sea may rise Sky may fall My love will never die..

#lyric musings;;

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“Look I know how this looks like, but I swear it was like that when I got here.”

#muse: j.barnes;; #// james pls #open;;

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#musings;;

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Fall in love with someone who’s comfortable with your silence. Find someone who doesn’t need your words to know it’s time to kiss you.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

#musings;;

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He found himself frowning at that, but inwardly sigh since what she says are perfect sense. “No I’m...er actually dodging Sam for a moment.”  came an somewhat sheepish response. He knows his friend was already being lenient with him by avoid going to therapy sessions, so he offered the VA to him which while he does go and open up just a little. Can’t help but notice he hit a dead end with certain...stuff.

“I er..got time to spare.” surprising himself for offering when he’s neither great at talking nor thinking things through. “Lunch and coffee? Er... I’ll pay for it so er...an offer of not telling me on Sam?”

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‘  It’s not your job, ‘  Christine reminds him, shaking her head. They were more fortunate than the other hospitals that were more short-staffed, but the profession was grueling for all those in it.   ‘  I’m actually on the way out. I don’t know if you were here looking for Stephen, how would I know what you avenger types are up to these days.  ‘  She pauses,smiles. Not happily.   ‘  But he’s not here. –With me.  ‘  She shrugs.  ‘  He gets cold feet facing up to whatever mistakes he thinks he’s made in the past.  ‘  ·

#auuteur #// here we goooo #muse: j.barnes;;