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Up for a card game?

ooc: i also put up a section in her event log for more rebellion plotting here.

[ Typing and retyping. Hand wringing and second guesses. Moments of anxiety and bravery. Not that he knows, but this has been the last few days for Juniper, now that she's back in the city, back to the comfort of her apartment, back to mundane life after experiencing something so far from mundane that she no longer knows how or what she's supposed to feel anymore.

It's the memory of her time with Bucky that haunts her the most. It's why, when he next checks his phone, there will be a message from a familiar, but maybe surprising, handle. ]

i didn't thank you, for what you did for me in the forest
so
thank you

i am glad bucky was there,
and that the weapon was dormant.

[ Will was doing the walk of shame.

It wasn't really shame, though his walk was a little hitched. However the disheveled state of his clothes and hair along with the debauched bruised lips and the scent of sex that still clung to him was pretty telling.

He was thoroughly, sexually wrecked.

Will carried his boots, socks stuffed in them as he came through the door and tossed them off to the side where shoes tended to collect. Brushing his hand through his hair, Will weighed going to take a shower first or talking to Bucky first. In the end there was no question of what took priority; clear communication, as they had promised one another. But some water was also desperately needed.

Standing at the sink, filling a glass from the tap, Will called out. ]

Bucky? Are you home?

[[ original thread on gdocs + thread on duplo logs ]]

[ bucky pulls back and jack's still pushing, shoulders curling in, hands on his arms curling fingers in tight and pull at him, head trying to duck forward and capture his lips again and cut off any kind of discussion. he isn't fast enough, or strong enough, and the question ends up a firm interruption, jack blinking back to bucky's eyes.

why?

he doesn't want to think about why. he just wants to do it, follow the urge until it's snuffed out, not think about where it came from or where it's going or what the consequence of it are, he just wants, and isn't that the point of this place? want and take? ]

I miss you. [ jack tells him eventually, and it isn't a lie. he does miss him. he aches for him, for the way they were before the fort, for everything bucky usually is for him, but it's been twisted since then, and jack can't tell if the vitriol he feels for it is safe enough to indulge without risking it splash back to bucky, and poison them both further. so it's this - violence towards them, nothing but a fierce want and desire for bucky. if he goes fast enough, hard enough, maybe that'll burn away the rest of it. ] And I need it.

Now.

[ before what's built up in his head explodes into something else. help him get lost from it. ]

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post-executions; text; un: zer0g

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in case we get locked from the comms;