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Thread: New Rockford's Heroes (Agnores x Candira)

The good doctor picked up on his kind and made a note of it. His lack of elaboration was not actually surprising, but she was interested in what he meant by it. She wouldn't be able to get to the root of things in this session--he was much too squirmy for that. Still, Dr. Lindquist was going to attempt to pierce that comfort bubble soon. So is it a habit of yours to defend others? Or was there something about Eugene's plight that struck a cord with you? she asked, watching the young man. Nightingale waited until her new charge was securely wrapped around her before she revved the engine and took off. Yes, well, I do. You, on the other hand, do not. And as much as I've built up my name in this town, a wounded individual with strange powers is probably not going to be winning me any points. She practically yelled it to him as they flew down the side-streets. I'm guessing you probably don't want to be discovered, so the best thing to do for now is to get you out. I don't know what happened to you, but I'm guessing you'll be disappeared pretty quickly once they figure it out. Hang on. And with that, she drove into the shadows as a police cruiser's sirens came into range, heading to the zone they'd just left in a hurry, no doubt. Now I'm going to need you to keep quiet about what happens next... They drove on through the city for awhile longer before she reached an abandoned subway station and drove down the ramp along the side of the stairs. She made her way through what seemed like miles of tunneling before stashing the bike and leading her new friend toward the entrance to the station they'd come upon. Can you walk? Or do you need my help? she asked, looking him over. He'd lost a lot of blood--or so it seemed, but he was doing a remarkable job of staying awake, and he'd been doing a good job of hanging on as they rode through the city. I'll get you fixed up and see about getting you wherever you need to be.
Thread: New Rockford's Heroes (Agnores x Candira)

Delsin watched Dr. Lindquist for a moment. What do you mean? he asked. I don't go around helpin' every nerd too stupid to not get his ass kicked, but there wasn't anything special about Eugene. I just happened to be there. Delsin shrugged, his face showing he genuinely didn't think this was a big deal, and wasn't sure why Lindquist had asked. Wisp followed Nightingale for a little bit, quiet the whole trip. He felt alone without Eugene in his ear, and he knew since his phone was quite literally shot Eugene would not know where he was. He only hoped that Nightingale didn't plan anything bad for him. She didn't seem like it, however, and he was confused for a second as to why she was asking if he could walk, then offering to fix him up -- was she coming on to him? Then he remembered he had just been turned into proverbial swiss cheese, and that might be concerning for people without his...abilities. Wisp raised his hands, palm outwards, and shook his head. No, I am fine, he said. However, I just need some air. Is there a vent nearby? He didn't plan on staying here long. He knew the stories of Nightingale, and he was afraid if she found out too much the police would hear that there was a Powered individual who did not get rounded up. That would not work out well for him in the long run. He smiled under his mask at Nightingale, despite her not being able to see it, waiting for her to lead him to a vent.
Thread: New Rockford's Heroes (Agnores x Candira)

The good doctor leaned back in her chair and adjusted her glasses. Well, it seems to me that the average person would do one of two things in your situation. They would either feel the need to help, putting themselves in danger--however minimal--or they would feel the need to ignore what was happening in order to preserve themselves. Since you felt the need to help, I was simply wondering what drove you to do so. Regardless of your standards for helping others, it appears as though injustice does not sit well with you--even if it's just two against one. She thought for a moment about the young man before her. He was trying so hard to keep all of himself to himself, but he was giving away more than he realized. Care to talk about that more, or should we change the subject again? Nightingale raised an eyebrow at the young man's assertion that he was fine. So his strange powers included healing. I see...Listen, what you did tonight was noble, but it wasn't very bright to go in without an exit strategy. I probably don't understand what you can handle, but I can't imagine being shot like you were was a good experience. Anyway, I can't tell you what to do with your gifts, she said, pausing to gesture at him, But you should consider starting a little smaller first. Breaking up an arms deal is never easy--alone or otherwise. With that, she came to the side of her unknown friend and motioned for him to follow her. There are some vents near the entrance, she said, extending her hand to his in a show of friendship--solidarity even. She may have worked with the police, but she operated outside the law as well. It wouldn't serve either of them to turn him in now. I guess if you don't need me, we should part ways, she said, her voice still disguised. Take care of yourself, stranger.
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

Hearing a woman's voice would have surprised most, but he'd known women to be more dangerous than men when it came to the spy game. Or the game of assassins. His guard didn't lower, even when he saw her. She was beautiful. Her body perfect. Her clothing impeccable. She drew the colour across her lips and spoke of his arm. That didn't surprise him either. She'd broken into his apartment and was smart enough not to attack him face on. Smart on her part. Of course she knew who he was. It would depend on what you're bringing to the ring, he pointed out. Of course his arm caused a problem for many adversaries but if she was here alone and said bullets were useless, he'd take her for her word. This world wasn't what it was before he'd gone off to war. Superheroes and aliens and people with unexplainable skills and talents were growing in population. Not much surprised him. He flicked the safety on the gun and tossed it onto the table. If you say bullets are useless, he pulled off his gloves and shoved each into the pocket of his jacket. He was popping the buttons of jacket open when she continued. Good. I've had enough of violence but not enough to go down without a fight, he informed her and slid the thick jacket from his shoulders and tossed it onto the back of a dining room chair before letting his gaze drift back to the mystery woman. Captain America, he said and toed off his boots, usually he left them by the doorway but he didn't know what he'd be facing when he came face to face with who'd snuck into his apartment. Why doesn't that surprise me, he mumbled and knocked the boots against the wall and out of the way. Close to Russia, where it all started. Figured nobody would be bothered to look this close, he shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly as he watched her walking towards him. Part of him, the trained assassin part of him, was screaming at him to grab the gun and just fire a few shots and put an end to whatever this was. But he restrained. He didn't want violence anymore. It was inevitable to make an appearance again, but for now. He just wanted to figure out who he was and he needed time for that. As she spoke of a baby he narrowed his eyes, his brows furring in confusion and he looked around, almost comically. Then he figured this was part of her special abilities which made her not fear bullets and think it was fine to come into the apartment of the Winter Soldier alone. Did he die? Bucky asked, his expression becoming neutral as he watched her then stepped away from the wall and over to the fridge. He grabbed a carton of orange juice and then a glass from the cupboard. I don't have alcohol or anything too fancy, your choice are actually this and water, he said and poured himself a glass then lifted it to his lips and took a few mouthfuls. So, you used that to find me? He asked, motioning towards his own head as a reference. That... whatever you're using to hear a baby crying? You used it to find me? What is it exactly? he asked, moving his hand in a circular motion around his skull, assuming her ability was more on the mental or telepathic side rather than actually physical.
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

Bucky felt an odd sense of nervousness as she stood in front of the door. So much time alone and then to have her show up and it had only been minutes they'd spent talking, half hour maybe. But he felt a connection with her, a connection he'd not experienced yet with anyone before. He wasn't outright seeking friendship, but this had just happened and he wanted her to stay. As he stood behind her, preparing to open his mouth to plead his case but then her hand was around his wrist and he froze, his eyes glued to the back of her head. He wondered if she was seeing something. And if she seeing something what it was she was seeing. Her words made sense, they did. Until she smiled at him. You're not happy, he said, his gaze intense as his eyes bore into her. You keep yourself closed off so you don't have to feel bonded but a life of being alone and sad isn't... it's not a good one, he said quietly, he wasn't great with words or being delicate. He wasn't sure about the words he was speaking because he was alone too. And not happy. But he wanted to try. He just didn't feel ready to get himself thrown into the world yet. Dealing with the aftermath of what he'd done as the Winter Soldier. And people finding out Bucky Barnes, Captain America's side-kick was still alive. He was hiding, he could admit it. But he was sick and tired of being alone. I spent the last 70 years having every possible choice taken from me. I can't stand here and tell you not to go. I don't want you too. But just so you know, if you wanna come find me again. I wouldn't mind some company, he offered and gave her a light smile. The latch clicked and his gaze was drawn to it and he leaned his shoulder against the wall, his face shifting into a frown. Are you going to tell anyone where I am? He asked, drawing a blank on how to get her to stay. And he didn't want to force her. If she wanted leave then it should be her choice.
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

He couldn't move when he saw what was happening between Penelope and Mystique. He'd never seen anything like it and when Mystique was attacked by her memories Bucky couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight. He nodded his head at her words and grabbed his boots and shoved his feet into them before he grabbed his gun. He grabbed a bag stuff under his bed before stepping over the two people and followed her out the door. Okay, remind me to never, ever piss you off, he commented when he caught up with her. I'm sorry I kicked you. I didn't think she'd shoot you. I figured they were actually there for you, not me, he said and fell into step by her side then reached down and wrapped his metal fingers around her wrist and pulled her down a certain street. This way, he'd already prepared an escape route. In this line of work it was deadly to be caught off guard. And he knew it was only a matter of time before someone caught up to him. An it just happened the person who caught up with him was during out to be more of an ally then an enemy. He pulled her along quickly, his pace quickening when after hearing a whistle. We need to hurry, he glanced at her and gave her wrist a gentle squeeze. You shouldn't be upset. Those people were going to kill us. Well, me. And probably take you and do who knows what with you, he said moved his eyes ahead again to watch where they were going. Bucky pulled her along with him until they were in sight of the train tracks. It's an industrial line. They won't think to look for us this way. At least I hope not, he said and nodded his head for her to hurry up as the train came into sight, it wasn't going full speed, not yet. And it would be easy for him to get on there, he figured she would be able to handle it as well. He picked up to a jog as they got to the tracks and he jumped onto a car and pulled the door open. He reached back to grab her hand and give her a helping hand up and into the train car before he swing himself in. He laid there for a few minutes before he pushed the back from under his back and sat up. Thank you. I probably wouldn't have made it out of there without your help, he said and turned his gaze towards her. Who were they?
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

The wind rushing past the door was loud and created an odd sort of current. He listened to her speak, his heightened sense of hearing making it easier to hear within the car. His gaze was focused ahead of him, taking in what she said about the Brotherhood. When she told him she'd helped him escape he assumed from someplace within the last few years until she stated she was nearly as old as him. His head snapped in her direction and he regarded her closely. Suddenly her comment from earlier made sense. He regarded her for another moment then he shook his head. Not knowing what to say at that moment. He hadn't been expecting that. That place. Novody deserved to be in that place, he said and looked back to her. Even someone like him, he shook his head once more. He'd read about those places and wondered who was actually more evil, Hilter or Hydra. Even with what Hydra had done to him he was surprised by what Hitler had been doing right under their noses and if they'd done the right thing going after Schmidt instead of Adolf. But it was the past and things like that couldn't be changed. There was zero sense in dwelling on it. So he just let the train of thought slip from his mond and pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the door and pulled it shut. The car was suddenly black with zero light but much quieter. Didn't think that one through, he muttered and walked back. He could still see a little even though it was pitch black and he crouched down and grabbed the bag and unzipped it then rooted around for a few moments before producing a flashlight. Once he'd turned it on the car wasn't as bright as it had been but they would both be able to see a little easier. After closing the bag he returned to her side and sat, his shoulder brushing against hers. You look really good for being in your 90's, he said after a few minutes and turned his head to look at her with his head resting against the wall of the car. Or 80's, he said and a relaxed smile came to his face. And yes. I knew you could handle yourself. Or I hoped you could. I know my reputation as the Winter Soldier and if you were comfortable handling me alone then I figured a blue woman with a gun would be nothing for you, he admitted and glanced at her chest where she'd been shot. Does it hurt you? He asked, tapping his own chest so she knew what he was referring too. Bucky set the flashlight between them and stretched his legs out and he rolled the metal shoulder, the gears nearly silent. He'd been a little worried something may have been compromised within the arm after Magneto had used his power against it. I'm glad it's with you too, he agreed and he meant it. It was hard to explain why he wasn't ready to go out into the public yet but he'd felt a connection with her and he'd wanted her to stay earlier. Now they were more or less stuck with each other but he wasn't complaining. It would be interesting to see where they'd end up.
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

No. I agreed with you. No one. Thinking back to Auschwitz, it hands down served as THE very definition of hell. I watched as you stood up, wondering what you were going to do. Wondering even, where we were going. I kept my thoughts to myself as you pulled the door of the crate closed. Now completely in darkness, this would be the optimal time to attack, and kill. But I had no desire to attack you. And I only hoped you felt the same. To my relief, you sat back down, right at my side, and rather than puling out a weapon, you pulled out a light. It's okay. I gave a charming smile, I'm not afraid of the dark. Switching back to the war, I gave light on my age. 1935. I chimed proudly. That was my date of birth. I was plunged right into the circumstances of war as soon as I left the womb. I took a deep breath. It had been years since I had spoken about the true origins of my past.I'm 80 years old. I smiled brightly, just thinking about how ridiculous that sounded, especially when I only appeared to be in my 20s. I started to laugh, shaking my head softly at the topic. Well, wait. I said in between my laughs. Turning to gaze at you, my eyes shifted to look you up and down. I was blatantly checking you out. Can't say I've ever seen a 98 year old with a body like yours. With a toothy grin, I added, For someone who's practically 100 years old, I would say you look better. As the conversation was redirected to my chest, I thought it was only fitting. Looking down at my chest, I hummed slightly, without saying any words. Without thinking twice, I shoved my fingers down the opening between my breasts fishing for something. Slipping my hand out of my dress, I pulled out the three bullets that my body had rejected. I opened my palm to show you the remains before tossing them away. The bullets made sharp clink sounds as they hit the crate and rolled about. At the beginning... Staring ahead of me into darkness, Like hell. I pulled my body closer against the wall and readjusted myself. Now though... I'm numb. My eyes were lost in thought I stared blankly, as if I had left this world and entered a different realm. Snapping out of it, I shifted my body turning it to better face you. I leaned my head up against the wall, relaxing my body - tired both physically and mentally from the adventures of the last few weeks. I closed my eyes for a moment to just focus on breathing and to relax my mind. Opening my eyes only seconds later, I added, I am machine ... Placing my hands slowly together comfortably, my head lowered to look down at my hands. I grazed the tips of my fingers with my thumbs. A part of me wishes I could just feel something. My head lifted to look at you the little flash of light glimmering in my amber eyes. But I can't .
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

These were more words I could have ever imagined hearing from you. From a once lifeless and mostly unresponsive missionary, now to a human unleashed. You weren't mindless, nor robotic. Bucky Barnes lived - he lived in you somewhere deep down, and you just needed the opportunity to find him. Still, with every passing moment I spent with you, you impressed me some way or another. Between asking me to stay and taking down Magneto... if only Captain America could hear your words now. So pure so full of kindness. I listened to you carefully and closely, taking in every single word. My eyes wide, full of life as I couldn't help but smile around you. As your hands met mine, I didn't retract my hands like I normally would. I stayed relaxed, placing my other hand over yours and squeezing gently. I looked down at our hands together, and then back up to you. My eyes became fixated on your blue eyes and your serious expression. Behind all the scruff and the metal, there was a man. And just like Steve Rogers pleaded, A good man . As your speech concluded, the message was truly a positive one. You inspire me. I said bluntly, with no shame, nor any embarrassment. I thought I had everything figured out. My abilities, my life, my job. And I took this mission expecting to find you, not to find myself in this process. I chuckled lightly, still holding you hand, I never imagined I would be taking therapy sessions from the Winter Soldier. Laughing lightly, I buried my forehead in your shoulder, playfully. Trying not to take away from the moment, my laugh faded. You've been through hell and back, yet here you stand. With such positivity and wisdom. I grazed my fingers up your arm slowly, letting the feeling of my nails trickle back down. Steve would be proud. Taking a bigger breath than usual, I wondered if that statement was out of line. The more time I spent here, the more I wanted Steve to see this too. But I respected your decision to come to terms with this on your own, and so I didn't press the issue further. Instead, I decided to offer a different alternative. I uhm... I wondered how to put the words together. I know you better than you think. Smiling softly, I retained some of his memories during my interaction with him in New York... Memories of you. I searched for a reason to stop myself, but looking in yours eyes only made me push forward. I could show you... The sound of hesitation riddled my voice, ... if you want me to.
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

It's not really a therapy session. It's kind of what I tell myself everyday. When I feel like there's no hope for myself, he admitted, his voice quiet. He was so far from being steady he didn't know his words were so spot on. But he was glad they worked for her. He repeated them, not like that, in his head when he wondered if life would just be easier if he did go back to Hydra. There would be punishment of course but things would be so easy. He'd just be a blank slate again. But that was just it, he wanted to be someone. And he had these urges and thoughts, bits of, what he assumed was, James Buchanan Barnes. And he was very thankful for that. It made him feel grounded. But the Winter Soldier, he was strong. Hydra had spent a lot of time creating him to what they wanted and sometimes it was so hard to reign in that anger. But he just had to take it day by day and he knew if he could feel anger, then he could feel happiness. And being happy was worth all the shit and garbage he was going through on a day to day basis. She kind of shocked him when her forehead was buried against his shoulder. He sat still for a moment before he rested his left hand against her back, not sure if this was how it was supposed to be. Human interaction. It was so confusing. But so craved. And as she kept her head against his shoulder and his hand rested on her back while her fingers grazed his arm. He knew it was something he was going to appreciate a lot. His contact was fairly limited to what had transpired between the two of them and he could already appreciate it. I thought you didn't like Steve, he said with a quiet chuckle, remembering the way she'd spoke of him in the kitchen not an hour ago. He needed to stay away from Steve because he was scared. Scared of cracking under the pressure of being around someone who'd known him. He didn't know if he could be that person now. He didn't know if he ever would be anything like him again. He had to come to terms with that before he even thought of trying to contact Steve Rogers. When she spoke he tilted his head to glance down at her head, he couldn't see her face as she spoke but her words were clear. And sharp. And brought on a sense of panic, excitement and curiosity. I uh... I think so. I think I'd like to see it. If it won't hurt you of course. I mean, if it's comfortable for you to show me then yes. I would like to see it, he nodded slowly.