#Jamie Barnes

[zap2zeitgeist]

[C O N T I N U E DF R O M: Reposted From]

Virgil was a nerd, has been since as long as he could remember and like most nerds, Virgil had gargantuan amounts of anxiety when it came to those that he had feelings for, being Bisexual in Chicago meant that anxiety sky-rocketed from it’s post of the nerdy stratosphere. Whether fortunate or not, Virgil also had a tendency to talk more when he got nervous. And boy was Virgil nervous right now and it showed. It showed his whole hand and his feelings right now. Virgil was devastated, embarrassed. Wishing he could find a hole to just crawl into. His host didn’t seem to mind, although Virgil was certain that Jamie wasn’t interested and his heart sank a little. Well that was until Jamie smiled and Virgil melted. I Guess we’ll see where th’ night takes us indeed. Virgil keep some hope and at the very least he had grained a new friend who happens to be a fan of cinema, and a potentially new ally to help Virgil be Static, t’ boot. So all is not lost even if Jamie is  not in fact interested in Virgil.

“Mhmmm” Virgil hummed in amused agreement with Jamie’s assessment of them seeing where the night goes.

“Hell yeah! Expansive. Sounds like this’ll be a blast and a lot better night than I had planned.” Virgil chuckled. When Jamie asked him to help out Virgil’s eyes lit up and he sprang into action.

“Yeah! Sure thing, man!” Virgil slide past Jamie and into the kitchen. Then trying to move again but without the traction Virgil began sliding in place until he put is hand out and snapped, causing a small spark of electricity to pop and send him sliding toward the fridge, where Virgil grabbed the fridges and slide safely to a stop. Virgil chuckled to himself, as he had fun, the quibbles still in his stomach from sliding across the floor. Popping open the fridge, Virgil makes a face at the choices, he grabs a few more of what they had been having. They weren’t bad but they weren’t what Virgil was used to drinking but he’d never let Jamie know any of that. Virgil closed the fridge and headed back to Jamie and the coffee table, walking this time, sans sliding. Virgil puts the beers on the coffee table, two in front of Jamie and two where he was about to sit on the couch, giving Jamie some space, if he were to sit on the couch, with plenty of elbow room, but also not so far that if Jamie wanted to sit closer…

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

[mutantenheim]

Her mutant file designated her as the digits [J3N]. Who's knows why other than to dehumanize her and give her a 'number', as it were. He file stated that they had acquired [J3N], as an infant, from some Black Market auction to buy mutants, so needless to say that [J3N] did not know who her parents were, or whether she had any siblings. The facility did all kinds of experiments to her, from the time that they had purchased her, no faux parental figures, no acting like they loved her to get her to do things. It was all sterile, medical, very clinical. Eventually, as [J3N] got older and her mutation finally activated, they continued to do the experiments but eventually there was less scientists and more military-like personnel. Once [J3N] had some semblance of control of her mutation, they began training her, turning her into a child soldier, and once it was shown that she could refract the light-waves to make her eyes not seem like their natural state of the red irises with the black where there would usually be the white in the sclera, that the facility could train her in being a mutate sleeper agent. [J3N]'s eyes were the same as the eyes of her brother, Remy LeBeau, although neither knew that the other existed at this point, let alone that they were or even had a sibling. The facility trained her to make her sclera be white, not black and her irises seem like a ruddy amber brown color, to fit into normal society, and not be suspected as a mutant and could be used to infiltrate places and retrieve valuable information or, if need be, assassinate a necessary target. After 14 years going through that hell an opportunity presented itself to [J3N], one of the other test subjects that had been in there a few times, she had even escaped at least once, and was unfortunately caught and brought back to the facility. This time though, the subject known as Anya Barnes, her father came back with her, but more like a wrecking ball in tow. Bucky Barnes came in fast to save his daughter, [J3N] offering her unique abilities, including her minor precognitive abilities to help them to escape from the facility. Once they had escaped, [J3N] ended up staying with her new found family, the Barnes'. Bucky, and Natasha raising their two kids Anya and Jamie and now [J3N] or as she came to be known, Jenny or Jen.

Jenny stood on the front porch of the small house that she, and the Barnes family, were staying in. The sun had just recently melted behind the tree line, a cool summer evening breeze blew through Jenny's red hair, as she watched the sunset. It hadn't been more than a month since Anya and her escape. Everything was still fresh. Jenny wasn't even sure who she was, what she liked. She liked watching the sunset, she liked feeling the breeze. Jenny knew that for sure. She sat down on the warped boards of the rickety front porch, and sighed in relaxation.

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

[80sretroboom]

Jubilee had this thing where she loved trying to hack into the Danger Room. Why you might ask. To make it into a giant VR game. VR being Virtual Reality for those not in the loop. She couldn't quiet get past the built in security system that prevented just this. That was probably in part Jubilee's fault. Oops. A 16 year old, Jubilation Lee stood outside the Danger Room doors, that she did know how to crack into. That was cake, it was the panel in the control room that she had trouble with. Jubilee debated if she wanted to give it another shot. Jubilee sighed. Nah, not today. She decided that she wanted to work on bettering her knowledge and skills first. She shrugged and walked away. Who was that for? huh? As Jubilee turned the corner she saw someone there, at the end of the hall near the elevator. She hadn't even heard the thing chime. What the fuck? Was that a teacher? Maybe Scott? "Yo Scott. Is that you, man? Just goin for a walk, ya know? Trying th' not sneaking out thing. Kinda got me stir crazy." Jubilee began walking towards the figure. Definitely male. Wait he's kinda young. Oh wait! That's one of the other new students. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, dude. I thought ya was Scott. I'm Jubilee." Jubilee's tone was cheerful, but that was nothing new, other than it was dialed a little bit up trying to introduce herself to a guy. Jubilee held out her hand as a greeting with her introduction.

@vintertsarn [To Jamie Barnes]

[vintertsarn]

@cajuncardtricks

[X-MANSION. : 1 9 8 9]

Six years had passed since the twins had been taken under the watchful eyes of the X-Men. Three solid years had been spent at the school in order to better harness and control their abilities, as well as to STAY SAFE after they had finally gotten away from their captors for a SECOND TIME. Jamie and Anya were both quick learners, and they were adaptable by habit as well as design. Even if it was largely in part due to their past failures having elicited HARSH PUNISHMENTS, it had still served them well in the end.

Neither of them were conventional learners, but they stood out with their progress. After GRADUATING, as it were, the two Barnes children had gone to expand their horizons, while also working to try to help others similar to themselves. They spent more time coming into their own personalities as well, Logan having served as a paternal figure that didn't filter his thoughts, which was incidentally exactly what the twins needed at that juncture of their life.

At the age of 22, Jamie and Anya were about as well-adjusted as they could be. Then again, there were VERY FEW 22 year olds that were REALLY adjusted to anything that life had to offer. Jamie and Anya might not have been top of the class anymore, necessarily, but it felt pretty great to be able to just feel like HIMSELF.

Besides, they were doing their best.

On that day, they had found themselves visiting at the mansion, as the twins were wont to do every now and then. It had been a longer little while since their last class reunion, so to speak, this time around, but it didn't really seem to be a real problem. He still felt plenty welcome within the halls that had once been so intimidating. He had just gotten done catching up with the Professor, and was left to his own devices. He took a deep breath and allowed the nostalgia to wash over him with a warm smile.

He headed out to the massive yard behind the mansion and took the steps that it took to get to the basketball court.

[marvelmyriad]

starter for @the-innumerable-heroes for Static

As a rule, the Barnes family traveled a lot. They still had a home base, a place in Brooklyn that they'd called home since Ana and their father had defected from HYDRA and the Red Room. There was a special place in Jamie's heart for that place, even as a young adult now. He had his own apartment (though he rarely stayed there if he could help it), and he helped aid his family in the emancipation of those that had been taken by the same monsters that had separated their family when Jamie and Ana had just been babies. He was enhanced, like both of his parents, but he had never been eager to fight. If he absolutely had to, he would and could, but he still preferred not to.

That was why, when he walked past a bodega on his way home to his apartment for once and saw that it was being robbed...he huffed a sigh and cursed under his breath. He knew the guy that ran the place, he was really decent.

He lamented the lack of other heroes, or even cops, but he didn't have time to dwell on that if he was going to help. There were two men involved in the robbery, both of them armed with guns. He reached into his pocket and grabbed two electric disks that were based off of his mother's gadgets. He activated them as he pushed the front door open with his shoulder and as soon as he had his chance, he tossed the disks at both men. They'd aimed their weapons at him when he'd come into the bodega but their hands seized under the electricity. One of them caused their gun to misfire, but he had managed to be out f the way and it thankfully was fired into the back wall rather than the bullet hurting anyone.

Once the cops were called, Jamie was sure to get ready to leave, being sure to grab his disks off of the unconscious men. He was pretty skilled at not being tracked by then.

When he was out on the sidewalk, he gave pause when he saw someone...riding some kind of disk. He briefly wondered about the tech, but upon seeing the logo, he pieced together that this was likely one of those heroes he could have used.

[scores-of-antiheroes]

@marvelmyriad [T O: Jamie Barnes 911 verse]

[2147 I:I 9:47pm] Karen Williams was also working late. She seemed to be in her own little world growling at her computer, while neurotically looking at her phone. Virgil suspected that it was Hen wondering where she was and if she was okay. I guess that's the price one pays for being in a relationship with a first responder. "Hey! Yo Karen. Breathe girl. Is that geek box giving ya troubles? Want me to come take a look?" Virgil said loudly from the other side of the room with a chuckle. Karen looks up and at Virgil in that daze that one only gets from being pulled out of their hype fixation. "Huh? Wha...? Oh. No I'm good. Think I'm calling it a night anyway. Hen wants me home." Karen shook her head and smiled. Karen closed her laptop and started gathering her notes. Virgil smiled and shrug. "All-right. No worries. See ya tomorrow, I guess. Tell Hen, What's up for me." Turning his gaze back to his own laptop to finish the project that he was working on, which wasn't much, only trying to figure out a bug in the programing for a robot that the lab was working on that could help astronauts while floating around in zero gravity. "Will do, Virg! We'll have to get together again soon!." Karen yells back as she hurries out the doors. Virgil hears the sound of Karen locking the doors and begins focusing on his work. [2223 I:I 10:23pm] Virgil had done what Virgil does and he hyper fixated on fixing the bug to the point that he didn't know how much time had passed since Karen locked up. Wait. Did Karen lock up? Virgil was pretty sure that she had. Virgil shook his head and chuckled to himself. Distractions. Ugh. C R A S H! The sound of breaking glass. Okay. Virgil was now sure that Karen had locked the door. Why else would someone break the glass front doors? Wait. Virgil remembered that his building had cameras, then pulling up the security feed on his laptop. There was definitely someone or someones breaking into the building. Virgil quickly pulled out his phone, and began dialing 911 as he rushed to the door of the room that he was in, closing it quietly, and shutting off the lights as he ducked down.

"Uh....Yeah. I'm at the Blue Origin Robotics' building. Someone is definitely breaking into the building. I've got the security feed yup. Looks like there is 3 of them." Virgil quickly and quietly explained to the dispatcher, who proceeded to ask Virgil questions. She helped keep him calm as he waited for first responders to arrive. Virgil crawled over to his deck and grabbed his laptop, putting it in his bag and then strapping that to his back, putting the phone, along with the 911 operator, pressed between his shoulder and his ear. "I'm back. Got my laptop 'nd I'm down low. I think I got a place I can hide." Virgil rushed to a nearby door with a plaque that said Janitor on it, and slide inside as flash lights swept into the room that he was just in. They were coming closer.

[daisytarget]

ART ART ART ART ART ART ART ART ART

I have said it before, but I am genuinely in AWE of every piece of fanart I've ever seen. The craft is one I have never been able to explore, and visual art is not something I have had much luck with ever, so every piece of art on the internet BLOWS my MIND.

That said this one BLOWS my mind the MOST !! Because you drew Jamie by HAND !! and her hair is greasy bc she struggles with showering and her brows are perfectly bushy and you captured her irritated (but fond, so fond) look she gets for Cat <3 and I'm SO amazed by your ability to capture her character essence in this portait forreal!! She's pretty, but in the same way a fire is pretty, you know? There's an edge and a threat and a HUGE BICEP or two that says "don't fuck with me" and it's sooooooo <3 you're immensely talented to be able to do that!!

the fact you can write AND sketch is. you're somebody in charge's favorite that's for sure. I'm so proud to be able to call myself your mutual and to have helped inspire this beautiful piece of art in some small way!! Thank you so much for sharing :')

[marvelmyriad]

Between his impaired hearing and the fact that his heart was pounding within his chest so hard that he could hear the reverb from his own pulse, Bucky had no chance of being able to hear a voice that came from Steve's earpiece. As far as he knew at that exact moment, the man hadn't come with any means of being followed, as it had been the condition of the meeting and he'd checked the perimeter himself.

Just when he was sure that they were at least going to make a clean getaway, he glanced over at Steve just in time to see him removing the comms device from his ear. His expression became heated almost immediately and he looked at the blonde incredulously.

"God fucking damn it, Steve..." He stepped over and brought his foot down upon the earpiece with enough force to crush it. "Think ya might've already told whoever th' hell you work for enough!" He tugged at Steve's arm to urge him forward. "C'mon!" He opened the doors and took off in a run, making sure that Steve was with him as they made their way to the van. Once they arrived, Bucky opened the back and practically shoved Steve in out of frustration before getting in himself and closing the door behind him. "Jamie, drive!" he ordered, "an' don't go home, head for th' safehouse by th' lake!"

When his son appeared to be in a stunned silence as he looked at Steve, Bucky clapped his hands once to snap him out of it. "Move!"

Everything had spiraled extremely quickly. When his mom and sister had gotten back to the van with the merc knocked unconscious, Ana had looked furious. He hadn't asked questions because of it, but upon seeing the blonde, he only had more questions. When his dad snapped him out of his awe sharply, he put the pedal to the metal and the tires squealed some as he peeled out of the warehouse parking lot. If his dad was having him go to a safehouse, it meant that they might have been being followed and they needed a place that wasn't home. It also meant that he was going to take whatever convoluted routes that he could while getting there in an effort to lose their potential pursuant.

His eyes were focused and he seemed to really step into his own when he was under pressure. After so many years of this work, it was a skill that he'd honed...

But that was still Captain America in the back seat.

"Sorry, but-...how th' hell is he alive?!" He looked to the blonde from the rearview mirror. "No offense, Captain..."

Steve knew he needed to act. Particularily because he had SHIELD in his ear, trying to get him to open communications with him, wondering what was going on with the aituation.

"Captain Rogers come in what's your status?" said a female voice from the other end just as Bucky had pulled away, and urged him to come with him.

He didn't know what was happening, he didn't know any of the details really, aside from the love of his life that he thought was dead was living and breathing, and standing there asking him to trust him. There had never been a day in his life when he didn't trust Bucky. From before the wore, to the last day he saw him. He huffed, If he left with him, he would be causing alarm for everyone at SHIELD, if he didn't go with him, he was walking away from Bucky, potentially forever.

Steve couldn't guarantee what would come of him and Bucky if he walked away from him now, and frankly he didn't want to find out. Frankly, he needed to know more than just HYDRA happened to Bucky. That wasn't enough. How the hell was Bucky standing there in front of him right now? SHIELD said they confirmed Bucky was dead. Obviously that much wasn't true.

The blonde nodded, not saying anything before moving to follow Bucky for the door. Before he could leave. He pulled out his ear piece, and dropped it to the ground of the warehouse, as well as ripping out a small tracker from part of his belt. "Okay. But if I come with you, you tell me everything."

[actuallybarb]

here with me

pairing: male x gn!reader (i tagged with a lot of different male characters i find comforting, but there’s no names used so you can imagine anyone you so please)

word count: 0.6k

warnings: reader is in pain (nothing descriptive), he comforts. just fluff

a/n: i wrote this as a result of my own migraines, but i kept all the symptoms vague because any chronic pain is a bitch, and you deserve to be treated softly by the person of your choice

The apartment usually wasn’t this quiet when he got home.

Or this dark.

He set his keys on the counter and left his boots by the door, then carefully stepped through the apartment. The kitchen and living room were both empty, and the office looked like it hadn’t been touched all day.

There was no light under the bedroom door. He set a cautious hand on the doorknob, but a quiet whimper had him opening the door without question.

You were laid out on the bed, on top of the covers, with an arm draped over your eyes. The ceiling fan and rotary fan on the ground were both spinning at top speed, and he could just see a dark bag poking out under your neck.

He quietly closed the door and returned to the kitchen, now a man on a mission. He grabbed a straw and a water bottle from the fridge, then took an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it with a dish towel. He took the last item, a bottle of painkillers, from the cabinet and silently returned to the bedroom, the only sound of his presence being the faint click as the door closed one more time.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You let out another small whimper.

“How bad is it?”

“9.5.”

Unbearable, then, if you were using an actual pain scale.

He set his items on the nightstand and took a seat beside you on the bed.

“Meds?”

“At 3.”

Only a couple hours ago, too soon to take more. He put those beside the lamp.

He uncapped the water bottle and put the straw in, then he gently tucked a hand behind your head and lifted. “Drink.”

Your lips wrapped around the straw, and he didn’t pull the bottle away until you’d swallowed at least four times. But before you could lay back down, he replaced your old ice pack with a new one. You shivered a little, but the cold was a welcome reprieve.

“Stay or go?”

You could’ve cried. He’d stuck with you through this so many times he knew your comforts by heart. He read your moods instantly, and most of the time didn’t need promptings, but he always took the time to ask when it got bad like this. And he never shamed you for only being able to say a few words at a time.

“Stay.”

It nearly came out as a sob.

He shed his jacket and started unbuttoning his jeans. “Shirt or no shirt?”

“Soft.”

He took off his current shirt and replaced it with his sleep one, nothing decorating the black fabric, just ultra-soft cotton.

“Where do you want me?”

It differed every time. Sometimes you didn’t want him at all, the thought of another person with you sending jolts of pain through your body. Other times you wanted him to stay, but on the other side of the bed. Or you wanted him close, but barely touching.

“Top.”

Or sometimes you needed him to put all of his body weight on top of you like a human weighted blanket.

“Covers?”

“No.”

He positioned himself, knees on either sides of your thighs, then he slowly lowered himself until his hands on either side of your face were the only thing keeping him up.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

He finished lowering himself and settled his full weight against you.

You sighed in relief.

“Better?”

You nodded and tucked yourself into the crook of his neck. “Better.”

“Three taps if I’m suffocating you.”

For the first time that day, you took a deep breath and relaxed.

[mutantenheim]

[C O N T I N U E D F R O M]@marvelmyriad

From @marvelmyriad: Jamie, much like either of his parents and his sister, couldn’t get drunk.  When one was enhanced in the way that the Barnes family was, the metabolism moved at breakneck speed on any given day.  That meant that any substance that might normally inebriate people was damn near useless to them.  As unbelievable as it might have seemed, he really did drink beer for the taste.  Of course, he didn’t buy the cheap stuff, so the taste wasn’t that of the typical American brew.

After their toast, Jamie took a decent swig of his drink before setting it back down on the table.  They still had about fifteen minutes or so before the Chinese food would arrive, and that both excited and terrified him to think about.  It meant that he had more time to talk with Virgil unhindered, but that also gave him more opportunities to put his foot in his mouth in some way.  Navigating small talk in the beginning stages of any relationship had been one of the biggest challenges that he’d faced.  He was a wallflower in school, even before he knew about his sister and father.  When it had just been he and his mom, most of his time had been spent either at home listening to music or at the movies or maybe a concert.  Some place that he could be that didn’t facilitate talking at all.

As it seemed though, Virgil wasn’t exactly a pro at small talk either.  That did well to make him a little less on edge.  He offered the other man a bright, if not somewhat awkward smile.

“Um…” he ran his fingers through his hair some and rolled his lips, “Music, all kinds really.  I’ve always loved movies.  Especially horror.”  He looked up at the poster that resided on the wall behind them.  It was a ‘Nightmare on Elmstreet’ poster that had been framed, a signature scrawled across the middle of it by Wes Craven himself.

“That right there, that’s my prized possession.”

From house0f3: Virgil wasn’t a huge fan of horror. He had seen too much real life horror to enjoy those movies but he didn’t want to push Jamie away with his dislike of horror films, but Virgil didn’t want to lie to Jamie either. His anxiety spiked and hard causing Virgil to shift in his seat. The poster was really cool. Virgil whistled in a high to low tone.

“That is a nice pic, man. Not really my cup of tea but it’s still really cool. I generally go more monster flick, like Kaiju films, dinosaurs eatin corporations, those kind of thing. I could get into a horror flick that’s more monster than human. Like the Alien movies, with Sigourney Weaver. Yeah.” Virgil chuckled and scratched the back of his head, taking another quick swig of his beer, using the motion to have him slump forward, leaning his elbows back onto his knees, allowing Virgil to turn his face away in his embarrassment. He hoped that he didn’t offend Jamie.

[vintertsarn]

@oozeyboozey

Since he had noticed the detail of her eyes and how they had CHANGED, Jamie had done his best to push it out of his mind. It had been like a thread that had kept them connected. Even in the first couple of forced combat sessions, he had seen those eyes and had tried desperately to both derive comfort from them while also providing some for his twin.

It clearly had been an unsuccessful attempt.

He'd tried to tell himself that they had shifted their eyes because they had MISSED THEIR FATHER, but deep down he knew the truth. Jamie had become a source of PAIN for her, in every way. At least, that was how he saw it.

As Anya continued on with her packing, he allowed his shoulders to fall. There was no release of tension in his body, there was simply a sort of RESIGNATION. Really, that had been his near constant state of being in general for the last YEAR.

As discreetly as he could, Jamie looked away and quickly banished the unshed tears with the side of his hand, reaffirming his own resolve in his head to keep his SHIT TOGETHER long enough to carry on a conversation with the person that he'd once been the closest with.

"Can't argue with ya, there..." he conceded, "but maybe..." he shrugged loosely, "I dunno, maybe we'll get t' this school and it'll actually be...NICE." He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants. "No matter why we're bein' sent there, why would our dads send us somewhere we were gonna HATE?" Trying to appeal to Anya's emotions at that moment wasn't going to get him far, so instead he was attempting to reach their LOGIC.

there  was  a  part  of  her  that  wanted  to  scream  that  none  of  this  was  fair  on  her , or  jamie  or  jen  for  that  matter.  the  three  of  them  had  spent  long  enough  around  people  they  didn't  trust.  and  while  this  really  was  the  most  certain  way  to  keep  them  safe  for  now ... anya  couldn't  help  but  feel  like  they  had  become  too  much  of  a  problem  to  handle.  what  was  worse ... that  was  a  thought  she  had  been  thinking  before  they  even  came  up  with  this  option.

there  was  a  want  for  an  affection  she  had  started  to  grow  accustomed  to.  something  that  was  able  to  calm  her  during  the  time  where  they  had  foolishly  thought  themselves  to  be  safe.  a  desire  for  her  brother's  hug  after  so  long  without  it.  but  as  intensly  as  she  had  wanted  that , she  had  rememebered  vividly  the  aftermath  of  their  little  fighting  matches  they  were  set  up  on , and  suddenly  all  she  could  think  about  was  protecting  him  from  what  they  might  do.

she  flinched  back  slightly.  not  for  any  desire  to  be  away  from  him , but  a  protective  measure  against  her  own  self , only  to  lean  into  the  hand  on  her  shoulder ... except  she  hadn't  noticed  the  movement  herself.  one  thing  that  anya  had  never  quite  been  able  to  figure  out , was  how  to  hide  what  she  was  really  feeling  from  him.  that  was  the  trouble  with  twins  though , it  was  hard  to  lie  to  the  other  half  of  you.  especially  after  everything  they  had  been  through.

so  she  kept  her  gaze  brief , but  chanced  a  moment  to  look  up  at  him.  eyes  that  had  once  been  identical  to  hers , now  didn't  match.  she  stopped  showin  the  true  color  of  her  eyes  when  looking  in  the  mirror  and  seeing  her  brother's  eyes  became  too  much.  instead  settling  on  two  blue  eyes  that  matched  their  fathers  eyes.  ice-cold  blue.  in  those  eyes  though , the  glimpse  of  someone  who  felt  shame  for  what  had  happened. she  grabbed  for  the  next  shirt  on  the  pile , shoving  it  into  the  bag  so  she  had  something  to  distract  her.

"  our  whole  life  has  been  nothing  but  bullshit.  "    she  corrected.  sniffling  some  before  wiping  her  nose  with  the  sleve  of  her  sweater.    "  why  expect  that  to  be  any  different  now?  "

[honestlydarkprincess]

i lead a simple life. i see a traumatized fictional man and i want to call him babygirl

[vintertsarn]

𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤, 𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕀 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟' 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕀 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥...

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The conditions under which the family was allowed to exist and stay together wasn't something that Bucky was particularly proud of, but it was a severe case of 'needs-must'. When he and Natasha had almost managed to get away, it seemed to have given them at least an ounce of bargaining power. More than either of them ever had before. HYDRA and the Red Room had crafted two perfect weapons and had finally realized that if they weren't tactful, they ran the chance of losing those weapons to other organizations, or to the punishments they both faced for disobedience. With most in their respective Secret Orders, they didn't care about losing an agent or two, they could be replaced...but Natasha and Bucky weren't just any agents. The two of them having children was promising, but until they had suitable replacements in the form of those kids being grown, the handlers and their prisoners were at a stalemate.

Bucky knew that the timer on this arrangement was running out, even if he likely had at least a few more years. He and Nat had spent the first years of the twins' lives seeing them between missions. When it was time for their training to start though, Bucky had begun to formulate the bare bones of an escape plan. He had been devoting most of his spare time to furthering the steps of that plan, but he wasn't quite there yet. If he didn't get his ducks in a row before Jamie and Ana were accomplished enough agents, he and Nat would likely end up in Cryo as emotional leverage to the kids, or they would just be gotten rid of.

Even still, he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the mission or hinder the progress that the twins were making in their training. Above all else, both he and Natasha simply wanted to ensure the survival of their children...just as any parent would.

"Probably, but we can't change that now. Best we can do it try t' make sure it doesn't happen again."

Looking to his daughter for a long moment, an idea sparked in his mind and his brows arched. Turning his gaze to Jamie, he spoke.

"Since I cleaned up th' baseball field ya brought in with ya, I want ya t' spend an hour helpin' your sister practice after your homework is done. Alright?" Looking between both teens, he continued. "I still need t' go pick up some groceries for dinner tonight. Your mom was doin' some work out back, but I'm sure she'll be in soon."

Jamie took a breath when his dad had looked to him, and after hearing the mission that he was being given for later that night, he exhaled it in a quiet sigh while setting his soda bottle down on the table and closing the bag of chips for the time being.

That was about the extent of his complaining though. It wasn't that he feared his dad, it was just that Jamie had certain expectations for himself, as well as those that were placed upon him by their overlords, as it were. He tried to focus more on his own drive; it was a better motivator than fear.

He nodded some in acknowledgement. "Mind addin' some waffles an' syrup t' th' shoppin' list?" he asked casually. "We're out as of when I get up an' make myself th' last of 'em...which will probably be while you're gone."

Watching as his dad nodded a few times in agreement, seemingly committing it to memory, a scoff fell from his smirking lips when Bucky offered a sarcastic, two-fingered salute. After making sure there was nothing more to get at the store, the Winter Soldier was off to go grocery shopping...surreal as that was. When he and his sister were left in the kitchen, he did as he promised he would and stood up from his chair with a small groan. Going to put the chips away, he went to the freezer and grabbed the remaining waffles, as well as the butter and syrup. Once he had a plate and silverware out on the counter, he grabbed the toaster and pulled it closer to the edge of the counter, popping the waffles in and pressing the lever down.

If it was simply a matter of muscle memory, she'd be fine in maybe a few days . . . none the wiser to her being any different from when her peers last saw her in the spring. The family of spies and assassins had come home from being abroad most of the summer on missions or in training, and coming home only to dive right back into the suburban life. Ana was good at the act when she had her adjustment period, but this time she had to skip it.

The one nice thing about Ana's family was that there was plenty of love and understanding for any situation. She knew her dad wouldn't be upset with her. The upset was more at herself than anything else. " It's fine once I'm adjusted. Have a feeling ' Dad ' wouldn't get good reviews with the powers that be. " She had a mocking tone at the end, shaking her head before taking another bite of her apple.

Jamie and Ana hadn't liked Angela since the day they met her. She was as fake as they came, with the personality of a wet stone. But they couldn't make too much of a problem. Ever walking the tightrope of normal drama with other students and something that would draw attention.

" Exactly the words I wanted to use about her this afternoon. " Though that obviously wouldn't have helped. " Guess I just could have used the extra day to get back into the swing of things. "

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