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She suspected that that could be the case, but she certainly didn't want to assume anything. As far as she could tell, over the past few days, no one had bothered to try and talk to him. Not really, and it just sucked. That's why, despite not being good with words (she was far from it), she decided that maybe it’d be a good thing to try to get him to talk a little. She was a good listener, after all, or at least, that's what she believed. “I know.” She said in a low tone, shifting her gaze to the floor.

“I didn’t have the opportunity to get to know him that well. Not like you. But he seemed like a great guy. A loyal friend.” She paused, and then finally looked up, giving John a sympathetic gaze. “Why don’t you tell me a little more about him? If you want, of course.”

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday uncle buckyyyyyyyy! happy birthday to youuuuuuuu!” — sings smol toddler Lucy 🥰

warmth floods his old heart — bucky swipes up the little child singing the timeless tune into his arms , and it is then that he realizes that he is happy that time had pulled him into the future. he had given up the idea of family decades ago , he wouldn't have ever dared to imagine an outcome as good as this. with a close eye , he can see how much lucy takes after her @battletrio. the soldier surprises himself , with how soft his voice turns.

“ thanks , little goose. d'ju get some cake yet ? should we go find some ? “

bucky's birthday week 2024 !

“happy birthday” — John casually socks Bucky in the stomach bc this is how one secretly expresses love 👍🏼

✮ – "Thanks--"

"But try that again and I'll break your leg this time, Walker."

ALL THE SMOOCHES TO YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Ooo, I was starting to think you were a myth! *flying hugs* Tysm!

THE MOON'S BRIGHTNESS is dimmed by the gloom of clouds overhead. they conceal stars from view and selfishly elbow their way to the forefront of the night sky. owls coo overhead and crickets chirp down below. there's a featherlight breeze that makes the trees sway back and forth in a tedious, timid dance. fingers curl into fists from where they're buried deep within his pockets, the muscles in his jaw fluttering beneath the pressure of clenched teeth.

THERE'S A CHILL IN THE AIR. it isn't the kind of chill that makes itself known with a punch in the gut when you open your front door in the morning, but it's there. breeze tickles his cheeks. he shifts his weight from one foot to another. he struggles to quell a tight pull in his chest, just as he struggles to swallow back a lump lodged in his throat.

BUCKY BARNES IS NO STRANGER TO GRAVEYARDS. he's visited plenty since freeing himself from the shackles of HYDRA. it never gets any easier to stare down at a tombstone, trace your fingers along letters that spell out a name you remember too well. but this is difficult in a different way. he's not responsible for the body that lies deep within the earth.

JOHN IS. or, at the very least, he feels that way. the soldier steps forward, attempting to keep his presence unassuming and light. few would use the word light to describe any aspect of his personality, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try. for all of their differences, bucky knows how john walker feels right now. he's felt that same overwhelming guilt eating away at every fiber of his being countless times before.

HE'S QUIET WHEN HE STEPS BESIDE THE BLOND. it's funny, really -- out of the corner of his eye, he very well could mistake john for steve. strong shoulders, boyish hope turned realistic exhaustion, undeniable pain and guilt written across his features. he stares straight ahead at lemar hoskins' headstone, memories of wide, frantic eyes turned lifeless and blood raining down on a city square.

❝ Y'DOIN' ALRIGHT? ❞ his voice is low, his words unassuming. he doesn't push john to talk, doesn't even spare him an expectant glance. it's easier to bottle it all up and bury it deep down inside where it'll never see the light of day again. he knows that better than anyone. but he also knows how unhealthy it is, courtesy of one doctor raynor. screw her.

@battletrio ➔ 009, an empty cemetery at night.

💥 (I would love to explore some Steve vs John conflicts /tensions / disagreements) ; @battletrio.

PLEASE THROW JOHN AT STEVE TO BE A GRUMP TO!!! it would be a lot of fun to see how steve would react to all the stuff going down , so yes i am totally down for threads like that and welcome you to come plot something with me , or send me a meme.

“Happy Birthday!” *John holds out a homemade cake* 🎂

Jane could not help but smile at the thoughtfulness, which only widened at the clear imperfections in the cake's frosting and decorations-indicating that he made it himself. She was used to her birthday getting lost in the whirlwind of holidays that happen this time of year, that was usually how she preferred it, but John somehow remembered anyway.

“Thanks John. You want a piece?” Jane asked as she took the cake from John's hands and moved aside to let him step into her apartment.

“happy birthday, Steve” — Lemar, presenting a strawberry cake topped with more strawberries that Olivia and John made 💕

birthday shenanigans 2023 (always accepting)

                                 STEVE CANNOT THANK HIS MOTHER ENOUGH for giving birth to him during strawberry season. Imagine he were born in December or something. What the hell are you supposed to eat as a birthday cake, then? Probably apple pie. Steve doesn't hate apple pie, but everyone thinks Captain America freaking loves it, so he gets his fair share without really wanting to. Luckily, Lemar knows better. Steve can't help but make grabby hands at the little strawberry monstrosity. "Oh man, that looks fantastic."

@battletrio​

“Well, since we’ve got some time alone, how about a chat? I don’t know if you realize this, but Uncle Sam, and the federal government don’t exactly have the best track record, with super powered individuals. Some commission at the United Nations came a hair trigger away, from blowing New York City up with a nuke, when Thor’s brother Loki and that alien army came here, stirring up trouble.”

“And you’re from Harlem, right?” He smacked the cue ball with his stick, and broke the striped and solid billiard balls and sent them careening all over the table. 

“Yours and my hometown. And you’re part of the superhero community now, with your powers. Hancuffs, and redtape never works well with the federal government, having a leash on the Avengers.”

He was grateful that he got a pardon from the presidenti and he at least decided to take Walker up on his invitation to see what his whole ‘campaign’ was about, as the new Captain America. Like he was going to be a consultant, on the remake of a movie in Hollywood that him and Steve and him starred in years ago.

“What’s the angle, Hoskins? You guys really seem deadset, on having me be involved in this. A tired old man like me. I’m technically retired. The fight with Thanos was planned to be my swan song. I’m still listed as killed in action, from 1944.”

Natasha’s sacrifice to get the Soul Stone still cut into him, to where his heart wasn’t in fighting anymore, until Cap’s replacement showed up, trying to be a poor emulation at best of Steve Rogers. At least he could get a read on Battlestar, and find out what he could about Lemar and Walker, and their plans.

❛  all of this is my fault.  ❜ — John

IT TAKES NO TIME AT ALL FOR BUCKY TO REPLY: “ THAT'S NOT TRUE. ” voice is stern, unwavering. though bucky wouldn't admit it right this moment, he'd do the very same thing if he were in john's shoes. whether people knew it or not, the two were quite alike in their minds and actions. the soldier's frown deepens somewhat.

“ you did the best you could. remember that, goose. ”

🐹 (I shall call you squishy and you shall be my squishy 😝)

How Intimidating Am I?

🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

lmaoooooooo is this because i am small?? but yes see, i am just a friendly small teddy bear

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨ // @battletrio

YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THANK YOU FOR THIS KINDNESS IN MY INBOX

Plotted Call: currently closed | @battletrio

With his back flat against a wall, sitting on the floor. Tossing a large rubber ball which bounced off the ground, and then off the wall. As it was in the air, a scramble of enlarged ants stacked atop of each other trying to grab the ball. An earpiece in one, a practice run with Scott and the ants to strengthen their bond. Catch the ball, Scott would ‘command’, when really, it was more like a polite request. Ants followed the ball and would coordinate to help catch it. Bring it back, another request. Whichever ant caught the ball, would run back and place it back in his hand. Good girl, he praised. They thrive on praise he oddly learned early on. Repeating the action, the ball would bounce differently each time to keep both parties on their toes.



[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;

my opinion on:

John Walker as portrayed by @battletrio

character in general: John is a really interesting character. In any other circumstance he would undoubtedly be sold to the audience as the protagonist of his story, his big crime is that he's being compared to Steve Rogers. Trust me, Faith can relate. I really love John, I think they cast the heck out of him in TFATWS. Can't wait to see where he goes next.

the mun: Do I adore you? Yes I do. But, shhh. Don't let it go to your head. ;)

do i;

follow them: Absolutely!

rp with them: We try! We do more plotting than writing, though, but that's my fault for letting my work life take over everything.

want to rp with them: Yes, always!

ship their character with mine: Not John, at present. He's married and he's also in a vulnerable state, and Faith's grown enough as a person that she wouldn't take advantage of that. Not that he's not yummy. Lemar, on the other hand. That boy is the hunkiest hunk from Hunkville. Faith's already got a mind to be on him like white on rice.

what is my;

overall opinion: Boo is such a sweetheart. So much fun to talk to about muses and plots. The way they deep-dive into their muses, tear the characters apart to figure out what makes them tick. The way they put up with my annoying adherence to strict canon, which I know makes everything harder lol. <3

@battletrio​: x

“No you don’t and no it’s not. Just because you’re having a bad day...” Ava flinched at his utterance of pain, quickly removing her elbow. She wasn’t sure if the pain was from the game or she was doing it wrong. “As if I have anyone else to tell. Now are you quite through whinging...?” Ava wasn’t really the kind of person to gossip and, as she’d said, she didn’t anyone else to share this with anyway.

@battletrio​ / John said:  ❝ it’s nice to save a life instead of end one. ❞   ╱╱     horizon: forbidden west starters   ╱╱   accepting      

                  DOES  THE  GUILT  WEIGH  HEAVY  ON  YOUR  SHOULDERS,  JOHN?  Does one good deed feel like yet another rosary bead on the way to penance? Long time ago she weighted every soul saved against piles of those she claimed and yet neither that nor ten holy mary’s offered absolution. Nice is the only thing they can reach for standing on their tip-toes, holding their hands up to the sky. Nice is the only thing that’s certain and the rest come and go.     ❝ As far as guilty pleasures go—— ❞     frightened footsteps of that life saved echo in the distance, soles beating against the concrete that almost became their grave. Her gaze follows the silhouette crafted from shadows until it finally disappears. They won’t get a wink of sleep tonight but tomorrow, she’s sure, they will be grateful.     ❝ ——it’s not the worst one to have, John. ❞     Green pierces right through him, carries the knowledge that won’t translate well for him. But heartfelt reminiscing in dark alleys is not at the top of her priority list.