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    > tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised. now my neck is open wide begging for a fist around it.
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    did it feel good.




    sitting in the livingroom with the rest of the group, Natalia squeezed between her brother Petru and her friend Andy, Ana's head resting on her legs. This was the rest of the night when they all hung out and talked about their day, and natalia had to admit that it was in fact very relaxing. yawning, nat petted the dog's soft head, letting her own crown fall on Pete's shoulder. Bucky, do you want to arm wrestle? The sokovian babe shifted, sitting up with interest. Ana whined at first, before jumping up on Andy and sitting on him.




    Soon enough, more began to perk with interest, and the babe leaned toward, setting her elbow on the glass table in front of the brute. If you use your metal arm, I get to use my powers. Regular arm, no powers. Her thick accent danced in each syllable, a devilish smirk painted upon her porcelain features. Of course, since being on the team Natalia had opened up to all of them. Her and Petru were once terrorists working for HYDRA, without even knowing it. It was a long and emotional battle before the two siblings went from two homeless orphans in Sokovia lower class to Avengers.




    Murmurs sent through the crowds as Natalia raised a brow at the male, smiling. C'mon, tired from training or are you just scared? The babe bit her bottom lip, tilting her crown to the right. The next battles the champion. Are you in or what, Barnes? Her competitive personality was about to show, but she masked it with her cockiness.




    /sorry this is so bad ?? they're just hanging around in their bomb living room okay it have games and air hocket and a pool table and it's a fun time
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    Petru didn't sweat. It was another enhancement brought on by his abilities, and honestly, he didn't miss it. Exertion didn't exist in his world and strain was something he merely laughed at. The others kind of hated him for it, but Petru just ran circles around them and tied their shoelaces together to show how much he shrugged it off.




    Squirming out of his training gear, the male quickly dressed himself -- and in his case, quick was always very literal -- and only took a glance at what he was wearing. Since he rarely looked at what he was putting on, it was just as much a surprise for him then everyone else. He found himself in plain silver shirt with a black hoodie and jeans.




    Walking seemed like a turtles chore after racing about for training for two hours, so Petru couldn't help himself when his whole body buzzed with adrenaline, and he zipped into the living room where he found himself a seat and plopped down on the couch. He flopped his head on the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling with intense interest lest he want to get bored before others had a chance to come by and start a conversation. If he wasn't talking, Petru had to focus really hard on something or he burned with an uncontrollable energy.




    A few others trickled in and found places either to sit on or to play something of some sort around the area. Andy sat down on the other side of the couch, his dog following suit. The male cooed towards the dog, not being able to resist the puppy-eyes, and noticed his twin sister walk in after her shower. She hated the fact that he didn't have to shower after training if he already had one that morning. Body oder was a myth to Petru.




    Nat lay her head down with a sigh on her brother's shoulder for a single moment, the tension she had during intense training subsiding and total relaxation emitting off of her. Yet, Natalia was a Maximoff. Idle just wasn't their philosophy. She eyed Bucky curiously for a moment, before sitting up straight and leaning closer to the Winter Soldier. "Bucky, do you want to arm wrestle?" That peeked her twin's interest, Petru shifted himself and sat up. He licked his lips and turned from one to the other.




    When Nat began to taunt him, it was settled that Bucky would take her up on the offer. Petru brought a pillow to his chest and chuckled at his sister's intensity. [b]"You can't say no now, can you?" Petru said, his thick Sokovaian accent finally voiced. Going silent, he waited with anticipation, one eyebrow lifting as if to say to Bucky 'your move'.
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    Having trained earlier in the day, the woman was already curled up on the second couch in the living room and had been for the last hour or so on her laptop watching Full House. While they did have the show back home, she had never watched it until Wade had pushed her into watching it. Something about it being important to American culture or some odd reason like that. She had nothing better to do so she figured why not. It was a nice way to relax before everyone filtered into the living room as usual.




    Dark blue eyes look up from the screen as Petru zipped in, causing her long hair to momentarily blow into her face before settling again. It wasn't long after him that the other began to appear as well. Pausing the episode, the French woman snaps the laptop closed and pulls out her earbuds before shoving the device under the couch where it would be forgotten until tomorrow evening. She didn't want to rude after all, right?




    Chantelle quietly observes as Ana jumps up onto Andy before Nat's challenge of arm wrestling pulls her attention over to the other brunette. An arm wrestling match? Wouldn't that be fun to watch? While wrestling and other physical means of exerting strength were not her cup of tea, it was always enjoyable to watch the others go at it. Straightening up on the couch, the Hungarian's eyes look curiously over at Bucky as they take the woman's challenge into consideration, as well as the "rules" into place regarding powers before continuing to taunt him. It was starting to look like the arm wrestling match would indeed become reality, especially since the other Maximoff twin had joined in on the taunting.




    Nodding in agreement with the silvery-haired man, the woman adds on her own piece of encouragement. [b]"Come on, Bucky. You are not going to let Nat think she can beat you, are you?" the French-accented words coming from pink lips curled up in a smile of her own. Hopefully he would accept, she'd love to see who would win, especially if powers and bionic arms were involved.
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    steve sticks around a little longer after the rest of the gang heads in for showers. the blissful quiet is a dramatic change from the rowdiness of the group. the simplicity of punching bags, weights, lifts, and other assorted gym-type equipment relaxes the solider. steve goes into the movements, following the rest of his training routine like a well-oiled machine. the sound of his fists meeting the punching bag matches the drum of his heart and the controlled inhale-exhale of his breathing to combine into a chaotically peaceful song. he finds rhythm and peace in training. it takes his mind off things.




    things like peggy.




    his carefully even breathing jumps off course. living in the rainforest inhibited his capabilities of visiting her, if even to give her flowers. his heart aches, but he uses that pain to slam his fists even harder into the punching bag. finally, after another few hits, he gives up on his routine and begins unwrapping the protective bandages from around his knuckles. the rest of the group must already be assembled in the living room by now.




    the chilly shower pricks at his skin, sending goosebumps skittering across his arms. it feels good, though, a storm of cold water against his recently-used muscles. although he feels no exhaustion, steve does have a heavy set to his step as he exits the shower, the water still running. he hasn't quite figured out yet how to turn off the shower-head, despite tony showing him ten times already. dressing into a form-fitting gray shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, steve heads toward the living room.




    a smile instantly finds his mouth when steve spots bucky. his buddy never ceased to make his day better, despite the lingering gloom the cap might be feeling after thoughts of peggy. there's - thankfully - an open spot next to his buddy and so steve takes his seat, sighing quietly so only bucky might hear. then his blue eyes glance around, trying to follow the direction of the conversation. it seems to be pointed toward his bud and the cap's eyes turn beside him.




    steve nudges bucky and grins. "might as well beat up the schoolyard bully one more time, yeah?" he says. there's a teasing, joking smile attached to his lips as he glances toward natalia.
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    DEADPOOL




    HEY, ANY CHANCE I COULD PROVOKE YOU INTO SOME POINTLESS BLOODSHED?
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    yet again, he broke the fourth wall. "trust me, when i woke up i had no plans to look this sexy, but sh*t happens." he said and ambled out of his dorm and into the buzzing life of the living quarter. once he caught the scene of nat and bucky, wade slung up his index finger toward the pair. "my bet's on you spicy 'lil lady!" he chirped at natalia, and then furrowed his brow at bucky, his finger sailing to the soldier's direction. "good luck robocop. don't strain yourself." he added as he headed toward the kitchen. he conjured himself up a nice, lukewarm mug of coffee. the words printed across the mug's torso said, 'i'm silently judging you'. wade leaned against the counter and brought the edge of the cup to where his mouth was, only to be hit with a reminder. he stuck his fingers beneath his scarlet mask and lifted it upward to only expose the horrendously scarred tissue from the nose to his throat. he took a swig of his coffee. it streamed down his throat, awakening his body with its warmth.




    not a half hour before was he enduring an energy-depleting training session. he worked swiftly with his katana blades and pistols, marking the targets with hand-drawn faces of his foes, each colored in crayon. he had plunged into the abyss of his own world, arguing with himself, tossing out insults, and dancing about in challenge toward his targets. he had also tied a chimichanga to a string, having it suspended before his face while he jogged on the treadmill, murmuring sweet and pleasurable words to the delectable piece of heaven.




    "ahhh," wade relished in the savory taste of his coffee. "nothing like a good coffee before i kick a*s and make dreams happen..."
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    life recently seemed different for the femme fatale known as xanthippi kiki dimitrov ii. the thing was, she didn't know why. the pretty brunette was living her life in the middle of nigeria but still, something seemed off. probably because she was young, seventeen and three months to be exact. everyone else was separated by at least two years. all the young adult wanted was to prove that she had every right to be on the team as the next. she was ready to scream because she was also dealing with this whole new environment and feelings she was having and it was all so confusing.




    xanthippi looked over herself and down at her appearance a few times. simple white t-shirt with dark jeans and tennis shoes the color of the mediterranean sea. her brown eyes took once last look in the bathroom mirror before exiting the room and being met with natalie changing buck to an arm wrestle.




    that was an interesting way to start out the day that's for sure but the greek girl went along with it and took a seat on the floor, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. almond shaped eyes escaped nat for a moment to glance around the room. she caught sight of petru and leo and a few others but she decided conversations at the moment would be exhausting. training for countless hours did that. her eyes returned to her lap, hair still damp with moisture from a recent shower. in her mind she was tying to figure out who would win if no powers or bionic arm was used.




    bucky definitely had a muscular physique so it seemed a logical bet that bucky would win.




    the small figurine-like girl waited in anticipation for events to take place and unfold on the exquisite living room that normally bustled with activity. her eyes moved at the sound of chantelle talking to bucky but was honestly just interested in who would win.
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    leonti felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up the moment he stepped out of the steamy shower and into the cold air of his bathroom. his blonde hair looked more brunette as it was wet from the water. drying off his body, and throwing a black t-shirt over his head and slipped into a pair of grey jeans. some of the markings on his body weren't covered but the male didn't care much anyways. he assumed they were from his powers nd how they took a toll on his body. a few of them had actual meaning - they all did, leonti just hadn't figured them out - and he actually liked showing them off.




    his hair soaked in the moisture of what little water still lingered and he dried it off, his blonde locks a complete mess but he simply ran his fingers through them and smoothed them out.




    the scene he stepped into was something casual and the air wasn't filled with tension like it sometimes was. natalia was changing bucky to an arm wrestle and he chuckled to himself because she was like half his size. there was no way that she would beat him but he'd route for her anyways. [b]"you got this nat, don't listen to them." he said, offering up a supportive smile as he sat down in one of the chairs waiting for this battle to take place. it would definitely be an interesting one.




    leonti could still feel the ache in his legs and arms from training earlier. focus was on hand-to-hand combat, something that the blonde felt confident with but do it for nearly two or three hours took it's toll on the body and he was starting to feel it. going up against some of those other guys and girls wasn't fun. leonti always forgot how strong the girls were how they could easily avoid attacks.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; color: #565046; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: -3px; margin-left: -21px;]james buchanon "bucky" barnes[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 120px; height: 150px; background: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/b51…01zU6aa1saclugo10_500.gif) right; background-size: cover; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 1px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-left: 3px solid #464545; width: 142px; padding: 0px; padding-left: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #464545; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: -5px;]i'd rather be a cannibal baby




    animals like me don't talk




    anyways[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 3px solid #464545; width: 295px; height: 280px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 295px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 295px; min-height: 280px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; color: #464545; line-height: 10px;]Bucky didn't get tired easily. It just wasn't in his system anymore. He'd hit any point in exhaustion long before, and he'd climbed over it. So as he involuntarily tensed at the sound of Natalia Maximoff speaking to him, Bucky felt almost felt insulted at her jab. That was the point, of course. The fabled Winter Soldier, tired after a little training. "Taunting doesn't suit you, Maximoff." With a sigh, the man rolled his eyes as his right hand snaked to the glove covering his left hand fingers. Look at him, this was exactly what usually got him into trouble in the first place. A little comment here and there, and suddenly Bucky found himself in the worst situations.




    "I can always say no, it's just not as fun." The Winter Soldier's gaze caught Petru's, the hint of amusement glittering in Bucky's eyes. Pulling at the soft leather, one by one the fingers on the gloves slipped off, revealing cold silvery fingers where flesh should've been. "Peer pressure everywhere, even among the superheroes." Bucky muttered as a few other joined in to prod Bucky into arm wrestling. Even with her powers, Bucky was pretty sure that Nat wouldn't beat him. What was a little red light compared to a vibranium arm, right? "Superhero arm wrestling. I'm game." He'd always been a bit of a competitor, even before his days as HYDRA assassin extraordinaire. Little stuff when he was in training in the army, even back when it was just Steve and him.




    Speaking of the devil, there he was. A grin slipped onto Bucky's face as Steve Rodgers appeared in the room. He actually hadn't intended to save a spot for Steve, but there was a spot next to Bucky, so Steve ended up next to him. "Last time I remember, the schoolyard bullies didn't have powers." His normal hand went up to run through his hair, pulling it out of his face. Despite his time spent as HYDRA's Winter Soldier, he'd liked the haircut enough to keep it. Hid his face well, even if everybody in this effing tower wanted to braid it at least once in their life.




    "What's a robocop?" Bucky asked the in-and-out Wade, curious eyes following him to the kitchen, where Deadpool disappeared. There were still things that Bucky still didn't get around here. Modern day was just so..complex.




    Well, whatever it was, he wasn't about to hear it from Wade. Turning his attention back to Natalia, Bucky gave her a grin. "May the best man- sorry- person win?" Deciding that his jacket wouldn't do in the situation, Bucky tugged at the sleeves, stripping off the warm layer of jacket and leaving him in a simplistic grey t shirt. It covered most of the red star on Bucky's prosthetic arm, but as he shifted his weight, he noticed the flash of red in the reflection of a window.




    His gaze was caught suddenly on Steve, Steve's blue gaze watching Natalia. Chewing on his bottom lip for a moment as the Winter Soldier watched his friend, Bucky found himself zoning out for a moment. He'd never remembered Steve in the years as a HYDRA weapon, but now that he remembered his past, he'd felt the empty hole that had lasted for nearly 70 years.




    Blinking back to reality, Bucky turned to watch Natalia, holding out his metal arm with a grin. "Game on, Nat."
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    > tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised. now my neck is open wide begging for a fist around it.
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    a wide smile brightened her pale features when the winter soldier spoke, and a wave of confidence fell over the goddess as many of the avengers took her side of the table. but still, there were those who took bucky's. by the time he declared he would try it, the brunette saw that there was an almost even number, two more on Bucky's than her own. Well then, let's start shall we? Every lyric rolled fluently off of her tongue, combined with a silky accent and charm.




    Pulling her long, almost dry tresses back and out of her face, Natalia set her elbow on the table, watching as he slipped off not only his leather glove that concealed the gleaming vibranium hand, but his jacket, also - revealing the rest of his metal limb. I'm glad you're letting me use my powers. Vibranium is a tough material to go against. Her trademark wicked smile spread across her dark red lips. But that's not what i'm aiming for.




    Once the two elbows were settled, Clint sat down at the base of the table, left of Natalia. [i]I want this to be a clean fight, got that? One on one, and keep the pressure to a minimum, Barnes. We don't want any broken bones here, okay?

    Looking over at Clint, the babe rolled her eyes. Okay, dad. Let's get on with it. Alright, alright. Elbows set, grip tight.. Natalia caught one last glimpse at Bucky's stare before Clint's volume raised. Go! Immediately, Natalia gripped the metal and began to lock in all of her energy. Human energy, at least. Shouts and cheers and screams erupted from all around the room as she slowly fell.




    Knowing it was time to use her powers, Nat murmured under her breath a few 'witchy words' as her brother called them. Soon enough, the red energy began to form around their fighting hands, a hum growing as the red light did so too. son enough, the hum grew into a terrible scream as the red ball grew with vibrant color and energy, small lighting building in the sphere. She felt her hand getting hot, and soon enough it felt like it was on fire. If the scream distracted Bucky, Natalia would then force her hand to pin his own, releasing the scream and allowing them all to let go of their now ringing ears. Looking up at the brunette she faced, Natalia smiled.




    Being a witch has it's perks, I suppose. Some of Bucky's supporters huffed and groaned, throwing some dollar bills on the table. They all resumed to playing either pool or darts, which Natalia was fine with. Thanks for not breaking my hand, either. i appreciate it. Getting up from her knees, she was glad the pressure was off of her elbow as she gingerly rubbed it. Her hand was white from his literal metal grasp and the brunette sat back on the couch, where she was greeted by Ana's raspy, pink tongue.
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    your doubts of me are constant reminders of why i should stop hoping. it's hard to dream with eyes stitched open. i can feel them pull me under. they can take my sights but they can't take me. they pull me under every night. they're always waiting for me and i know it, and they sing together. put your heart to your eyes and you'll find, yeah, you'll find what you're looking for.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 5px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: none; width: 280px; height: 90px; background: url(http://media.tumblr.com/1ec906…ine_mphnl2rll41qz4rgp.gif) center; background-size: cover; margin-left: -4px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ffffff; border: none; width: 310px; height: 216px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; height: 216px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px; padding-top: 1px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; min-height: 216px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.5px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 9px;]honestly, he probably should have been fast asleep, curled up and drooling, but alas, he was too afraid to go to sleep. he'd never admit it, but falling asleep gave him the most anxiety he'd ever felt, ever. not even fighting off the bad guys gave him such anxiety. it'd only been a few days since he'd last gotten sleep (and he'd gotten a good nine hours, but all of those nine hours were fretful and ended with him waking in a cold sweat and choking on air), but damn, he was tired, and his eyes felt like they were sinking into their sockets. somehow, he managed to stay awake with a few energy drinks and a cup or two of coffee (despite his preference for tea, but tea always made him sleepier). he couldn't believe that stuff still worked, but thank the heavens it did, otherwise he'd probably be in a weird position on the couch, drooling onto someone's shoulder.




    training made his body even more tired, but he'd been used to that since he was ten years old. no, he didn't train when he was ten; he was just always on the move, and kept going even when his body screamed at him to stop. it took his mind off of things, and maybe a ten year-old shouldn't have been walking alone at ungodly hours, but he'd been not giving a single shit way before his tenth birthday. he couldn't blame it on him being a literal child, because he knew exactly what he was doing and that it was a dumb idea, but of course he told his mother that he'd just been curious about some light shining in through the window from the sidewalk, or something stupid like that, that his mother always believed.




    he hadn't been in the living area for long before nat came in, ana immediately laying her head on her lap from where she sat on the ground as soon as nat squeezed in between andy and her twin. andy sat cross-legged on the couch, comfortably drowning in a hoodie and sweatpants he'd put on after taking a cold shower to wake himself up a bit more. he, surprisingly, hadn't said anything yet, smiling down at ana. he picked at the skin on his fingertips, blunt nails scraping against soft skin. he perked up at the sokovian's inquiry, gaze traveling over to where bucky sat before his eyes went wide a small 'oomph' left his mouth as his dog jumped into his lap. a breathy chuckle passed his lips, and he hugged ana, who panted happily and licked his nose. he scrunched up his face in mock-disgust, scratching behind the dog's ears. "you're disgusting, y'know that?" he whispered to her, irish accent curling into his words, and rubbed their noses together before wiping the slobber off of his face.




    andy giggled at wade's quick appearance—the guy was sarcastic and hilarious, and possibly one of the very few people andy would admit he liked. he was always popping out jokes, and andy didn't think he'd ever seen the guy be serious. wade was pretty damn cool, if you asked andy, and don't tell anyone, but he was definitely his favorite out of the group besides nat.




    the brunette watched with interest as bucky sat up and responded to nat, accepting her proposal of an arm wrestle. ana lied down in his lap, curled up with her tailed wagging. he watched the two, anticipation slowly settling in. he mindlessly pet ana's soft head, bright eyes narrowed and a grin set upon his features. he didn't say anything, deciding to wait until after the game was done to blurt out something stupid, sarcastic, or both. he just sat back and waited, wondering who would win. bucky had a very strong physique, and with his heightened strength (especially in that one damn arm), he could easily beat most people in a game of arm wrestling. nat's power to move things with her mind, though, also gave her a clear advantage, so it was a pretty fair game.




    then the game started, and despite andy having held a lot of anticipation, he kind of dozed off until a scream hit his ears and his head started to pound. the scream made him flinch and he nearly fell forwards off the couch with ana, who had jumped up and whined at nat, rubbing against her leg. after it was over, andy wasn't even sure who had won, but he was pretty sure nat had. ana jumped back onto the couch and lick a long stripe up nat's face when the girl sat back down on the couch, obviously glad she was okay.




    "jesus christ on a bicycle, nat! y'nearly gave me a heart attack!" he playfully nudged the girl, adding a breathy chuckle after, his accent getting thicker with his slightly raised voice. "you won, right? i kinda dozed off until you screamed bloody murder."




    // haha don't ya just love sucky-ass posts :^)
    yOU NINJA'D MEEEEE
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 28px; color: white; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -30px;][glow=black,2,300]LEONARD WILLIAM SNART[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=cornflowerblue; borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; padding: 4px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: white; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;]Snart had already been in the living room for some time, his ice blue eyes quietly observing as other members of the team slowly trickled in from training he never took part in. The former criminal didn't particularly like training with other people all that much, and always chose to do so at a different time on his own. He was already in his usual spot; a comfortable chair situated a little ways away from the rest of the furniture. It pretty much represented his standing within the Avengers; a part of the team, yet distant and slightly set apart from the rest of them. That tended to happen when you were a former criminal mastermind who had at one point been Central City's 'Most Wanted'.


    Cold was dressed head to toe in his usual attire; black long sleeved shirt under his signature black leather jacket, dark jeans, and black combat boots. He had his Cold Gun strewn across his lap and chair in pieces, in the process of cleaning and tinkering with the weapon that gave him his name. This was a usual habit of his, and though he had long since learned how to quickly disassemble and reassemble the gun, doing so was an almost calming mechanism for his mind. Snart had always felt more at ease in a room full of people, especially those he still didn't quite trust, when his hands were able to do something to keep busy.


    At the sound of Nat getting up to challenge Bucky to an arm wrestling match, Snart's eyes drifted up from his half assembled Cold Gun to observe the encounter. His face held its usual bored expression the thief always kept up for appearances, but there was the slightest glint of curiosity in his eyes. Unlike a lot of the other 'heroes' in the room, he'd put money on the young spitfire of a girl over the Winter Soldier in a heartbeat. There was just something about Nat that just screamed 'don't underestimate me', and if he was being honest it intrigued him. Snart's thoughts were confirmed when her scream had the crook quickly covering his ears to protect his hearing, and when it stopped, he couldn't contain the small smirk that spread across his face as he lowered his hands back to the gun in his lap.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 10px; margin-top: 8px;] Edgar had taken a nap after training, his muscles ached and felt like they were on fire. he was used to the feeling of course, but he always ended taking a nap right after. the male was sprawled around the sheets, his face buried within his pillow. once the male was to awaken his coma like slumber, Edgar is seen as a walking demon. the very air he breaths in comes out as a deep smoke, a suffocating smoke. he is not a happy camper when he gets up, not at all. Edgar happened to let out a soft groan, his bright eyes opening once more. the beast had woken, and it was going to go on a hunt. a hunt for a beer, which is always on demand. he groaned loudly as he rolled out of bed, his fluffy hair was all over the place. the chilly atmosphere around him made him shiver, the warmth of the blankets had incubated him like a egg. as he moved from his bed, he reached out to grab a beanie from the floor. placing it onto of his messy brown hair, a soft grunt escaping past his lips as he grabbed his shoes and slipped them right on before he went out to his bedroom door and walked out. Edgar's eyes were shinning with moodiness and anger, the low rumble from within his throat sounded as if a thunder storm was inside him. the anger he gets whenever he wakes up is all from his past, the physical abuse always happened whenever he woke up so now he's just trained to be super mean whenever he wakes up. but then out of no where, he felt a wet tongue lick against the bottom of his hand. it made him curl his toes and let out a soft hiss like noise, looking down to see that it was his beloved dog, bourbon. all he could do was smile at the dog, reaching out and stroking his soft black fur. bourbon was literally one of the most important things to him, Edgar wouldn't know what to do if he lost him.


    the twenty nine year old male made over to where everyone was, his eyes locked down on the ground as he walked through. he could tell what they were doing, a arm wrestling thing between nat and Bucky. it was funny, but he didn't say anything towards them. he needed his beer, he didn't care about anything else and he really didn't wanna snap on anyone anyway. as he made his way over to the fridge, he opened the door, a cool breeze hit him right in the face before he let out a relaxed sigh. the sight of a beer made him purr with delight, reaching out and grabbing the ice cold beverage. Edgar closed the door and popped open the beer, placing the tab down on the counter before taking a drink out of the bottle. as he stood there, leaning against the counter a young man came up to him to say hello. his tone was annoying and Edgar felt no mood to speak, his unique colored eyes soon changed to a dark red. one of the powers he had, the pain illusion, his eyes changed to the color of red to scare off those who threatened him. the male that stood in front of him swallowed hard before turning on his heels to walk away, a smirk growling on Edgar's lips as he took another drink from his beer. his bright red eyes soon changed to their usual eye color, closing his eyes once more as he just stood there in peace. Edgar didn't know it but bourbon had walked away from him, went in the direction towards andy's dog, anatéllo. his ears were pulled back as he made his way over, placing his head on andy's leg before looking at the beautiful Swiss shepherd. a soft bark escaping his muzzle before he licked under her chin, his tail wagging up a storm.


    //sorry this post sucks ass XD

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    The small Greek girl listened to Bucky - or as she liked to call him, Jamie - accept Natalia's challenge and she leaned against the couch to observe the match that was soon to follow. Except, they were using powers and not sheer muscle power. Seemed like a more even match and the brunette crossed her legs. Her eyes drifted over to Andy as he sat down and she scooted over to the smaller boy and smiled. Though the smaller boy, by only an inch, was older by three years, Xanthippe always found herself teasing him playfully and calling him 'Smol' or 'Child' because he was so short. They both were. Andy was 5'2" and Xanthippe was 5'3" and were the shortest in the group which had advantages and disadvantages.


    Brown eyes widened at the sound of a scream coming from Nat and Xanthippe felt her heart leap into her throat at the sound. It seemed to be a distract method to hinder Bucky's focus and she could still feel the vibrations of the scream echoing in her ears.


    [b]"Geez Natalia, give some warning before you scream next time." Her voice wasn't annoyed or irritated really and she just let the smile return to her face. Andy's question made her chuckle softly at the boy. "Smol, I swear, you have the attention span of a five-year-old sometimes." Rarely did her cheeky side pop through with so many people in the room but it seemed like the perfect moment to say it. A little bit of sass and spunk never hurt anybody and it seemed like the moment needed it. A sly remark that wasn't cruel and obviously had sarcastic undertones and not at all meant to be hurtful.


    She moved her hand to rustle his curls that sat atop his head and she smiled brightly at him. They were the 'Travel Size Friends' because they were basically miniature humans because of their height and weight respective to their age. She always felt a bond with Andy ever since meeting him and she didn't know why. At times, he treated her like a little child because he was older and she was still a minor but he also made her feel relaxed and happy.


    Of course, she'd never felt more than platonic feelings for him because he didn't swing her way. Maybe if he did could she muster up feelings deep down but for now her eyes were set on a boy she'd slowly fallen in love with. Natalia's twin. It wasn't like her and Nat were extremely close so it wasn't breaking any friend rules. The problem was Xanthippe didn't feel confident enough to admit to him that she liked him in a more than platonic way. That could ruin a budding friendship between the two.


    "Andy, you should play me in pool." Xanthippe suggested, looking at her friend.
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    Cass strolled into the living room scattered with the people she had lived with for the past few years, offering to clean up the training rooms was the worst mistake she had made in a few months. Having the ability to be a super human didn't help with the glum straight line her lips made instead of being the usual up-tilted smile. Her ability had no influence on her mood, although she wish it did. She only needed a nap or something to eat she decided, her slender legs took her in the direction of the fridge and she obliged to their decision.


    Whilst she wandered over to the kitchen she saw the situation happening with Nat and Bucky, a harmless arm wrestle it seemed. Though from her enhanced logic she had already figured out who would win, it would be Nat. Bucky was too idiotic to realise that Nat was going to scream, causing him to loose concentration and let her win. It was common logic.


    She saw a familiar frame bending into the fridge and almost groaned, she had no intentions to make enemies on a day like that one, though the low grumble in her stomach thought otherwise. Edgar popped his head up, beer in hand and scowl on features. He too was obviously not wanting to talk to someone. Too bad for him.


    She shoved past him, kicking the fridge open and sticking her head inside, searching for something to soothe the grumbles that grew in velocity with each moment. [b]You seem alive, Edgar. She spoke, sarcasm lacing her rough voice. She had grown to like the harshness of her gravely tone, it suited her better than any other voice she could think of. The huskiness had only grown from her lack of water as well.


    Cass glanced at the dog that tagged Edgar around, it was cute to say the least and surprisingly there was more than one dog at the facility. They both seemed to get along as well. She noticed the majority of the crowd was tired or stiff, though her muscles moved with ease and no part of her ached in anyway, besides her stomach.


    Settling with a cold pop tart, she placed the chocolate covered pop tart on a plate and snapped a bit off, placing it in between her teeth and savouring the flavour. She hadn't had one in so long, it brought back difficult memories that she pushed back as soon as they arose. Cass replaced her concentration on Edgar, watching his unhappy expression turn even more grouchy.


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    sorry for the diss Falling
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#000000; text-transform: lowercase;] The mornings weren't relatively such a bad event for the rather unemotional Wolfgang. The hardest part was forcing himself up and out of the warm embrace of his bed, yet when he breaks out of those comforting bonds, the rather negative male lumbers about the halls. It was almost like clockwork Wolfgang has a cigarette held between pale lips, smoke woven around his muscular form. If Wolfgang wasn't already a person who was a grade-a a.ss to everyone, he was even more so without a smoke. For him, that burning sensation down his throat and lungs helps him tolerate the people around him. It helps him manage his rather short temper, to keep himself from shifting into a bloodthirsty wolf humanoid. Without his smoke, Wolfgang becomes almost unbearable for those who aren't close to him. Although, even in the rare select few that gain his trust and heart, even then he may get on their nerves.


    Finding himself uncaring towards virtually anything this morning, Wolfgang bothered not to throw on a shirt and venture out of his room bearing nothing but loose jeans on. Because he.ll, there was little Wolfgang cared about right now. With hands in pockets and a bare tattooed torso hit by frigid morning air, the German Avenger lumbered out of his room like a dragon leaving his cave. Or in this case a wolf leaving his den. Puffing rings of smoke, leaving the grey haze trail behind him, the dark male entered the room that occupied everyone. Unamused eyes danced about, finding themselves stuck on an arm wrestle. [i]'Tsk' He thought with a roll of his eyes. 'What a childish display.' Moving around the collecting crowd, wanting to go unseen, towards the back of the room. Yet his efforts would probably go to waist, seeing as he had a long trail of smoke following his every move and the smell was so pungent one would have to of had no nose to be able to smell it.


    Letting his dull gaze rest on the very familiar faces of his comrades, his eyes first landed on the powerful Natalia that was rested in the center of the crowd. Her straight locks of dark hair beautifully fell around her face, and her rather bold personality and strength already showing in such an early morning. To him, Natalia was one of the more responsible in this band of heroes. She was the one to scold if the males got out of hand or she's the one to keep everyone from breaking out into a fight. Wolfgang would never admit it but Nat was a female that sent a spark of fear down his spine. Next was a rather handsome face with attractive white locks, Nat's brother, Petru. He was a character that interested him, and if he was the slightest bit of gay Wolfgang would want a taste. Yet other than a beautiful piece of man, Wolfgang knew little of the fast male. Moving on, skipping faces that he didn't know nor care about. Landing his cruel dark gaze on Steve, a small smirk graced his lips. Steve was a character that amused him, with his strong sense of justice and his lack of modern day knowledge. He was almost like a wistful child, one just discovering the world for the first time. It was rather amusing indeed. Another blonde haired male caught his eye, one that made his heart wrench with the natural urged to assert his dominance. Being a lycanthropian and having the nature of a wolf, Leo's out going and assertive, however minor it may be, threatened the inner wolf Wolfgang bore. Lastly his dark orbs of starless night landed on Edgar's stunning face. Words couldn't describe what that attractive male did to him. And just thinking about this little flower made his chest hurt.


    Either way, like them or not, Wolfgang saw these people as his family; his pack. And he would protect his pack to the death.


    //cruddiness b real in this post

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    while everyone else slowly filtered into the room (a couple of them moving with shuffling steps and standoffish glances) and sat down with muffled groans of soreness or gingerly situating themselves to protect their tired bodies, steve felt perfectly fine. in fact, he felt better than fine. he felt like he could fight the chitauri in new york all over again. that didn't mean he wasn't relaxed, though. steve sat in a calm position - especially for the solider - with his back resting against the couch and the arm closest to bucky slung against the back of the seat. his gaze remained perfectly alert, but it didn't hold that searching, wary expression it might have if they were in combat or in the midst of a possible attack.




    for once, the soldier was as relaxed as he could be.




    that is, until bucky and natalia began the arm wrestle and the inhuman screech ripped against his ears. the soldier ducked his head into his hands, covering his ears until the sound passed. his concern immediately went to bucky as soon as the noise was gone. would it bring back memories of being the winter solider and working for hydra? did it remind him of a mission that might have happened? his worried thoughts were interrupted by a severe flashback.




    the wind is a howl in his ears. but peggy's voice is the calm in the storm. "all right. a week next saturday at the stork club." the icy landscape is rising faster toward him and his hands grip the wheel of the craft tighter. there are people at risk. he cannot endanger them. he won't. "you've got it." the picture of peggy sits on the dashboard, her face a serene portrait against the harsh backdrop of aircraft needles, lights, switches, and buttons and the overwhelming fast approach of the arctic.




    "eight o'clock on the dot. and don't you dare be late. understood?" steve latches onto her words, soaking them in, painfully wishing that they could be true. that he wouldn't be late. they both know that won't happen. they both know that even if she did show up, he wouldn't. a few more exchanged words and steve can almost see the rocks outcropped against the white slopes. "i'd hate to step on your - " a terrible, inhuman screech crashes into his ears before the world goes silent and dark.




    when his mind finally comes back to the real world, steve finds that he is no longer in the seat of the couch. instead, he is standing upright, every muscle in his body rigid and tense and unpredictably ready to spring. sadness seeps into the cove of his chest and his hands are clenched in two tight fists. blinking, steve glances around. the first face he sees is andy's, the short avenger's dark eyes almost swallowed by nearly as dark circles. then it's xanie's, her young face encompassed by a sheer look of greek beauty.




    the rest soon follow, reminding steve of where he is and who he is. that incident happened years ago, peggy isn't here now, they never had their dance. the captain lets out a heavy sigh and thumps his body back into the couch. the tension rolls out of his body in waves. "i..." he pauses for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. he hadn't had an incident like this one in a long time, perhaps ever. "i'm sorry guys. i just... a flashback just hit me." he hides the shaking of his hands by running them through his blonde hair. this never happened to him, usually it was bucky.
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    animals like me don't talk




    anyways[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 3px solid #464545; width: 295px; height: 280px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 295px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 295px; min-height: 280px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; color: #464545; line-height: 10px;]Were Bucky aware of the fact that Natalia would end up screaming, Bucky probably would've tried a little harder to pin her down in the beginning. But he hadn't, he'd waited paitently and watched, because Bucky really wasn't into fast battles. Sure, if it was something simplistic like an assassination he'd rather have it be a quick one, but for stuff like this? The fun was in the war itself. A grin had slipped onto his face as he stared into Nat's eyes in an attempt to intimidate her.




    But then, that noise.




    Like a air raid siren mixed with the screams of the fallen, and then adding Nat's pitch on top, and you had the scream. Almost impulsively, Bucky's free hand went to his ear, metal hand sliding away from it's position at the bottom of the two's wrestling match. It took only seconds before Bucky realized that it was just Natalia's powers, and not some kind of siren that he'd dealt with for so many years.




    Bucky didn't get too horribly triggered by anything since HYRDA. He'd watched women beg for their lives, he'd stepped over bodies of the fallen. Children wailing their parent's deaths, it'd gotten to a point where those screams were like white noise to the Winter Soldier. Screaming meant nothing to him, but sirens? There was that hint of Sargent James Barnes who'd spent time in Europe. Who'd felt the fear in those sirens.




    Slowly, as though reluctant to meet the world again, Bucky peered at Natalia with a hint of annoyance. "I'm pretty sure distraction is against the rules." Was all he had to comment on the topic.




    Taking a long breath, Bucky was seconds away from asking who was up next, when his gaze caught onto Steve. Bucky was up moments later, his normal hand resting on Steve's shoulder as Bucky realized that something had happened to Steve. It was never Steve, he was the strong one. He'd been the one who'd brought Bucky out of every bad memory, even in the beginning, when Bucky was an unfamiliar name, and HYDRA was still his resting place. Pale eyes watched his friend intensely, everything else in the room becoming uninteresting as Steve took the spotlight in Bucky's gaze.




    Realizing that his grip on Steve's shoulder was a tad tight, Bucky relaxed his hold. He hated seeing his friend this way. It was like back when they were kids, and Bucky had no clue if Steve was even going to make it through another winter alive, or if Steve's delicate system would just putter out before Bucky could get help. As somebody who was incredibly close to Bucky, Steve's well-being was practically a requirement before Bucky could even contemplate how he was doing.




    Ever since he'd remembered who he was, it'd been like that.




    "Steve." The dark haired man said it slowly, his even tone concentrated on trying to stay stable as Bucky drew closer to his friend, metal hand tightening and untightening into a fist. If Steve wasn't okay...




    Flashbacks, they all had them. Bucky sometimes worst of all, but they were all there. The scream must've been something related to something bad. His crash, perhaps? That was likely. Bucky didn't bother looking at Natalia, Bucky knew that she didn't know. "Hey guys, perhaps unexpected noises might be a good thing to avoid." The Winter Soldier peered around at the group, refusing to meet anyones eyes. "It's hard to remember, but Steve and I are old geezers that don't like loud noises."
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