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@crimsonscorpii​ gets a plotted starter !

          war was nothing new.  in fact, arthur had seen enough war to know that it didn’t ever really change.  there’d been several ( very odd ) points in history when people tried to be ‘ more civilized ‘ about it but, in the end, it was all the same.  death, sadness, and a lot of promises that were never going to be kept.  he saw his father in all of it.  the hungry stepping over the weak for the sake of invisible measures of power.  most material objects wins, right?

          in fact, if it hadn’t been for an impassioned speech by another very hard to kill warrior named nicky, arthur wouldn’t have touched this fight with a ten foot pole.

           although, as he gazed across the pub at a pair of piercing eyes and even sharper smile, arthur found himself glad he did.  stumbling across the commandoes had been one of the best things to happen to him in, well, as long as he could remember.  he more of less kept to himself for a number of reasons. arthur felt like an outsider of society, always standing on the fringe and never allowing himself to be part of it despite how much he still interacted with it’s inhabitants.

           with the commandoes he felt alive again.  watching james barnes interact with the world served as a healthy reminder to all that was good and worth enjoying.  dugan was infectious laugh incarnate.  steve?  honestly, steve’s demeanor hit a little close to home but even that was a welcome sensation.  with these men at his side arthur remembered what it was like to live and he had no idea how to thank any of them for it.

          a thud pulls his attention back and he nods his head in thanks for the round of drinks put in front of him.  with everything in hand, the mutant weaves his way through the crowd.  several near misses means he’s concentrating just a little too hard by the time he makes it back to the table but at least nothing spilled.  “ my contribution to a respectable day’s work, “ he grins.  the wink in bucky’s direction is automatic.  maybe a little too much, so.  just as quickly he looks back down as if searching for a reason to stare at the bottom of his glass.

          an friendly elbow to his hip has arthur rounding the table, easily slipping into the empty space next to barnes.  “ days like this remind me what it was like to have a family. “