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lovemesomerafael · 5 years ago

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Destroying The Planet To Save It Chapter 17: They’re Disgusting When They Explode

Dinner was prepared by Tony’s catering staff, which meant that it was a little extravagant. By long tradition, however, it was served buffet-style. That was for two reasons. First, team dinners tended to get a little rowdy, and Steve thought it was best not to give the serving staff any stories to sell to the press. Second, dinner conversation was often about strategy and other things that needed to be kept among themselves.

Tony always disputed both points. Regarding the first, Tony argued that he was perfectly capable of hiring discreet staff and enforcing nondisclosure agreements. And when he did, Steve always reminded him that it was his staff who had leaked the story about his affair with the British Prime Minister and the pictures of his debauched and drug-fueled weekend with the anchor team from the top-rated morning show in the U.S.

Regarding the second, Tony argued that half the team were spies, and were fully capable of spotting a mole. And when he did, Steve always reminded him of the bombed-out shell of the Triskelion.

Theoretically, everyone chose their own seat in the formal dining room on the residential floor of the Tower. Steve thought that Tony had been surprisingly diplomatic in somehow maneuvering things so that Director Coulson sat at the head of the massive oval table. Steve himself was at the other end. That put Tony to the right of Coulson, a subtle and graceful acknowledgement, especially for Tony Stark, of the politics of the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. However Tony had maneuvered that seating arrangement, it made Steve want more than ever to repair his relationship with him.

Sharon was to Steve’s left, and Bucky to his right, with Joss next to him. Things seemed to have thawed a little between Bucky and Joss since breakfast, Steve thought. He was glad. He liked Joss, and he liked her and Bucky together. He also knew Bucky as well as Bucky knew himself. Steve was the only person who knew just how tender Bucky’s heart was. He didn’t fall for women easily, but when he did, Bucky fell hard. Steve knew the signs, and he was absolutely seeing them now. He didn’t know what was holding Bucky and Joss back, but he wasn’t worried. Steve didn’t know much about women, but he’d been watching them fall in love with Bucky his whole life. He knew what that looked like. It looked like… well, it looked like Joss.

Sam, to Sharon’s left, was telling a story about how he and his buddy Riley once “tactically acquired” a couple of ATVs and spent an afternoon joyriding through the desert. Everyone at their end of the table was howling with laughter, partly because of the story, and partly because Sam’s delivery was so entertaining. Anita was to Sam’s left, and next to her sat Scott, who was making the story even funnier with his skeptical facial expressions. Probably the best part, however, was the way that Vision, sitting next to Wanda, who was on Joss’s right, kept interpreting Sam’s slang – both military and street – literally.

At the other end of the table, a lively debate raged about the Battle of Baton Rouge, which the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. had fought the previous year. Director Coulson continued to maintain that their adversary, who called himself Lumbro, had intentionally created the giant, sentient earthworms they’d fought. Tony, however, remained adamant that Lumbro hadn’t been smart enough to accomplish that and had, in fact, been as surprised as anyone. Of course, once he’d done it, Lumbro had proclaimed that creating an earthworm army had been his plan all along, but Tony’s theory was that he’d been trying to create a growth ray and had simply wired it wrong.

“Either way,” Clint said, “I never want to battle worms again. Those things are disgusting when they explode!”

“They also don’t even notice when you shoot them, which is just annoying,” Natasha noted.

“Remember when the Hulk went all Dune and rode around on one?” Clint laughed, pointing at Bruce.

“Matter of fact, no,” Bruce answered drily.

Tony high-fived Clint behind Natasha’s back. “I would kill for video of that! All he needed was a hat to wave around, and he’d have been Slim Pickens at the end of Dr. Strangelove!”

“I absolutely insist on hearing this story,” Catherine demanded, laughing.

Bruce facepalmed. “I object.”

“Overruled,” Coulson said, and waved a hand toward Clint, inviting him to tell the story.

Sharon’s leg was touching Steve’s under the table, a fact that wasn’t lost on either of them. She was enjoying watching him laugh at Sam’s story, while at the same time noticing, as always, that his laughter was reserved, as though he wasn’t allowed to just let go and enjoy himself. She caught his eye and smiled at him, taking his hand where it rested on the table and squeezing. She happened to be looking at him when, as conversations sometimes do, both came to a coincidental end. Steve looked toward the other end of the table, making eye contact with Tony.

“Speaking of ‘tactical acquisition,’ I’m never gonna forget the look on The Sector’s face when his entire robot force turned on him and gave him the finger.”

Tony broke into a wide smile, filled with childish delight. “That guy was a tool. Nobody out-Starks Stark. He needed to be taught a lesson.”

Coulson laughed louder than anyone else. “It probably would have been sufficient humiliation for The Sector that his robots ended up dismantling his base for S.H.I.E.L.D. But one of the pictures of them all giving Lumbro the finger is still my screen saver.”

“Yeah, Cap was pretty pissed at me for a few minutes for leaving the fight to take pictures, but come on.” Scott said.

“I still have some of those robots,” Tony noted. “They buff the floors.”

That got a full belly laugh from Steve, who was looking at Tony with undisguised fondness. “I did only ask you to disable them.”

Tony shrugged. “What would’ve been the fun in that?”

Bucky piped up, “Don’t take that from him, Tony. Captain America isn’t above that kinda thing, himself. In Azzano, he tactically acquired four hundred ice cream bars. Gave one to every guy he rescued from Krieschberg.”

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” Sam groaned. “Even when he’s stealin’, he’s a do-gooder.”

While everyone was laughing about that, Steve and Bucky shared a quick look that spoke volumes about the other things Steve had obtained in Azzano by less-than-pristine means. Blankets, which were hard to come by, because for weeks after being rescued, Bucky couldn’t seem to get warm. A blue coat Bucky came to love, for the same reason. Extra rations, because for reasons they didn’t understand at the time, Bucky was ravenously hungry pretty much constantly. Those things had saved Bucky’s life, and Steve’s unwavering, unquestioning devotion had saved his sanity. And he’d done the exact same things when he’d once again rescued Bucky from Hydra. It had just taken a little longer the second time.

There was no need for words, or for the look to last more than a moment.

Throughout the meal, Vision was uncharacteristically quiet. From across the table, Tony watched him. He didn’t like what he was seeing. AI or not, Vision reminded Tony of himself when he was distracted by a particular type of problem. The kind where you know the answer, and you want the answer to be something – anything - else.

“Hey, Angry Birds,” Tony grunted, tossing a crouton at Vision. “Cheer up, will ya? It’s a party. You’re bringing us all down.”

“I am sorry. I am still working on some questions having to do with the ‘resource’, the missing link between the machines – “

“Yeah, I know what the ‘resource’ is. And I’m a capitalist pig; I don’t pay overtime. So punch out already.”

“Yes. Of course,” Vision said, turning to smile vaguely at Wanda.

Shit, Tony thought.

Bucky turned toward Joss and Wanda. “How’d it go after you kicked us out of the gym? You figure out the aiming thing?”

Wanda smirked at Joss, holding her goblet of ice water up. “Did we?”

An ice cube rose, dripping, from Joss’s glass, floating slowly and gracefully across the table. It slowed considerably, then briefly wavered before plunking into Wanda’s goblet. “We made some progress.”

Joss turned to Bucky and was rewarded with a smile that rendered her briefly incoherent. All she could do was beam at him, overwhelmed by how beautiful he was and pleased beyond words at his reaction. The moment between them was long enough that Steve and Sharon shared a raised-eyebrow glance, silently acknowledging their mutual belief that Bucky and Joss would find their way to each other.

“Well, if you wanna talk about aim,” Sam announced, putting an arm around Anita, “This is the woman to see. Put me to shame on the firing range a little while ago.”

“That ain’t hard to do,” Bucky muttered.

“Naw, man, this girl is the real deal. I’d put her up against you or Barton anyday.”

“Agent Herrera is the highest-ranked marksman in S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Director Coulson put in. “I could tell you stories about shots she’s made in the field. Of course, then I’d have to kill you, and that’s poor manners at the dinner table.”

Clint raised his glass to Anita in a silent, impressed toast.

“My demand for a raise will be on your desk in the morning, Director,” Anita said, dipping her head humbly. Coulson simply smiled at her and gave her a nod.

Natasha spoke up, aiming her comments down the table at Sam and Anita. “I want to know what it’s like at one of Jarman Arias’s house parties. Even in Europe, people talk about them. Some of the stories I hear...”

Sam sat up straighter. “Agent Herrera and I were there on a mission,” he said defensively.

“A mission, I would add, for which they insisted they needed some of my best weed,” Tony noted. “And Sam, don’t ever try to act innocent on the job. It’s not a good look on you.”

Sam huffed. Anita merely laughed. “If the stories in Europe say that Arias stocks his parties with celebrities and more booze and food than a cruise ship, they’re true. And I’m also going to have to go to Confession for some of the things I only heard about happening while we were there.”

“Such as?” Catherine asked.

“I’m not sure some are actually anatomically possible, but I did see that rapper, the one who does ‘Ass Onna Fly’? He was… There were… Well, now that I think about it, if I told you at the dinner table, it would be worse etiquette than Director Coulson killing you all.”

“Was that when he was in the cabana?” Sam asked. “And there were all those women wrestlers with him?”

“Yes,” Anita answered, blushing now and taking a long, unnecessary drink of water to cover as much of her face as possible.

“I think I mighta happened by there a couple times.”

“A couple times?” Catherine asked. “Not sure that qualifies as ‘happening by’.”

Sam ignored the comment, and the guffaws that followed. He frowned a little and asked Anita, “What were they using the plastic flamingos for?”

Her head came up and she looked at him quizzically. “Those were decorations, Sam.”

The table erupted in laughter.

Steve wasn’t sure whether it was the excellent wine, or the chance to enjoy camaraderie with this group, whom he had feared at one time would never meet as friends again, or his brief talk with Director Coulson earlier. Something, though, was making him feel better than he had in a while. The chaotic meal, with so many side conversations and the general convivial atmosphere, the frequent outbreaks of laughter and reminiscences, somehow ironically quieted his mind.

He looked at the group of people sitting around the table, beginning with Bucky, whose mere presence was the most solid support Steve had ever known. He knew Bucky’s abilities, knew that Bucky would make any mission succeed or die trying, and knew that Bucky would protect him long before he’d protect himself. Looking at Joss made him think about the three newcomers who were part of the team handling the current threat. Each of them brought significant assets to the table that Steve knew he could rely upon in what was to come. Wanda and Vision, of course, were known quantities, both with extreme superpowers and unquestionable commitment to the Avengers. The same was true of Bruce, who provided both superstrength and superintelligence.

Director Coulson’s tactical and strategic expertise, not to mention his clear thinking in a crisis, were as dependable as the tides. Steve had definitely had his share of struggles with S.H.I.E.L.D. and other authorities interfering in what had to be done, and he would never be free of the effects of the betrayal by Alexander Pierce and the Hydra cancer that had riddled S.H.I.E.L.D. before the Battle of the Triskelion. But Coulson had always been true. Steve trusted him, and by extension, his new S.H.I.E.L.D. as far as he could trust any government organization. Much farther than most.

Clint and Natasha, of course, were as rock-solid as Wanda and Vision. More so, since Steve had known and fought with them longer. Alone, they were formidable and nearly unstoppable. Together, and as part of the Avengers, they were a big reason Steve really needed to chill the fuck out. He smiled to himself, thinking that. And also because his eyes then landed on Sam, who had turned out to be the best chance meeting of Steve’s life. Sam’s skills and abilities, and the flexibility he brought to the team as another airborne member, were invaluable. But Sam himself was a gift to the Avengers. He kept them hopeful. He had the skills and compassion to help them work through things they encountered that would otherwise crush them. And he was just damn fun to have around.

Which brought Steve to Sharon. He looked at her and squeezed her hand where he held it under the table. She was so much more than the beautiful woman with the irresistible smile he’d first known as his neighbor. She reminded Steve, in the best possible way, of his mother, because she had that same quiet, unflagging strength and an unshakable belief in him. Steve’s mom would have adored Sharon. Hell, Steve adored Sharon. He shivered a little at that thought.

Since the day she’d lectured him and then seduced him, something fundamental about Steve had changed. Sure, everything between them had changed so much that he already couldn’t imagine how he had ever maintained his distance the way he had. Sure, she was now a constant presence in his mind. But it was more than that. She’d challenged him. She’d kicked at what he thought was a coping strategy and shown it to be a dangerously flimsy delusion.

She’d also given him the answer, and it was sitting around this table. Coulson had said exactly the same thing: rely on your team. Don’t pretend you can, or have to, shoulder the burden alone. Steve felt oddly emotional as he looked around the table again, his eyes finally coming to rest on Sharon, watching him.

“You OK?” She asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “I think I’m gonna be just fine.”

When dinner was over, fairly late, the team stood and began to say their good nights. The muted ding of the elevator was heard through the din, not because it was loud, but because it was unexpected. All eyes turned toward the door, to see Pepper Potts step into the room.

She graciously returned all the greetings as Tony crossed the room toward her. It was hard to tell whether the expression on his face was more stunned or relieved. Smiling sweetly at the group, Pepper then turned her attention to Tony, who slowed as he approached her, almost reverently.

“I am so glad to see you,” he said hoarsely.

“I know,” she answered, giving him a molten look as she reached out and grabbed a handful of his tie and shirtfront. “Come with me.”

Pepper pulled Tony through the doorway, and very quickly the sound of the doors to the private penthouse was heard. No one saw Tony or Pepper again that night.

Director Coulson excused himself fairly quickly after that, saying that he had some calls yet to make that evening. Everyone else drifted toward their various rooms, trying not to appear as eager as they were to be alone together.

Soon, only Bucky, Joss, Wanda, and Vision were left in the area outside the dining room. It was really too early to go to bed, Bucky thought, at least to sleep. Besides, he couldn’t get what Clint had said out of his mind, and if he had a chance with Joss, he wanted to take it. Maybe she did just need time. If so, he’d give it to her. But he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to spend time with her, even if it wasn’t going to be romantic. Yet.

“You know what?” He said brightly. “I’ve been in this building all day. I need some fresh air. What do you guys say we go for a walk? Just to get out for a while.”

Joss nodded. “That sounds nice.”

“Oh, yes, I’d like to do that,” Vision agreed.

Wanda muttered, “No, you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t?” He asked.

“No. You and I need to finish going over those reports.”

“Oh, yes,” Vision said. He turned to Bucky and said, in an oddly stilted voice, “Yes, I’m afraid Wanda and I need to go over those reports.”

“We’ll see you at the meeting in the morning,” Wanda said breezily, putting her arm around Vision’s and moving toward the door to the stairway. “Good night!”

Bucky and Joss watched them go through the door, and clearly heard Vision’s voice echoing in the stairwell. “I recognized the code phrase. Why don’t we want to go for a walk?”

“Shhh…” Wanda’s voice responded quietly, but not so quietly that Bucky’s enhanced hearing didn’t pick up the whispered, “They need some time alone.”

Joss’s perplexed look told him that she hadn’t heard that. “What just happened?”

“Apparently ‘going over those reports’ means that, uh… Wanda wants to be alone with Vision.”

“Oh!” Joss smiled.

Secret Service agent or not, Joss might have been a little hesitant to go walking the streets of Manhattan in the evening. It could be a little risky in D.C., and she didn’t expect that it was any different in New York. Tonight, however, as she stepped through the lobby door as Bucky held it open for her, she chuckled a little at the possibility of some unfortunate soul trying to mug her with him around.

“What’s funny?” He asked as they set off at a leisurely pace down the street.

“I was just thinking that I probably don’t have to worry about street crime tonight. I don’t imagine anyone’s likely to mess with you.”

Bucky shrugged. “Probably not. But I think you’re still pretty safe. How many?”

“How many what?”

He gave her a look. “I’ll tell if you do.”

Joss smiled when she realized what Bucky was asking. “Four. Three knives. One gun.”

“Yeah? What do you wear on the street?”

She pulled back the side of the jean jacket she wore to reveal a Wilson Combat EDC X9.

“Huh,” was all he said.

“You?”

“Six. Four knives.”

“I clocked the S&W on your hip. What’s the other piece?”

“Sig P365.”

That led to a pleasant conversation about the relative merits of different handguns, both concealed carry and tactical. They covered several blocks, not hurrying or heading anywhere in particular, just enjoying the cool evening and the bustle of the city.

As they approached tiny Greenacre Park, with its artificial waterfall, they noticed a group of five girls in their late teens huddled together on the steps, giggling and looking at them. For about half a block, Bucky and Joss simply continued with their conversation, both watching the girls curiously but not mentioning them. When they got within fifteen yards or so of the girls, they stood as a group and two stepped into the sidewalk.

Their body language was hesitant and nervous, the two on the sidewalk cradling their phones in their hands and standing very close together as though for support. All of the girls continued smiling and giggling.

“You’re Bucky Barnes, aren’t you?” One of the girls in the sidewalk asked, when they were close enough.

“Uh, yeah.”

The girls who had remained on the steps stood now, too, and stepped up to huddle together with the others in front of Bucky, giggling now more than ever. They all had phones in their hands.

“Can we take a selfie with you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky said, clearly uncomfortable but trying to be polite.

Joss, backed away as the girls surrounded him. None of them even appeared to see her. They began to talk over one another, telling Bucky how cool they thought he was and that they were “such huge fans” of his while he stood helplessly shifting from foot to foot, grinning awkwardly and trying to keep them from getting behind him. This was going to be fun to watch.

One of the girls who had waited on the sidewalk was the first to stand next to Bucky and hold out her phone. He graciously asked if she wanted him to take the picture, since he had longer arms. She breathlessly agreed, suddenly all nerves, while he put an arm loosely around her, held the phone out, and snapped the picture while the other girls took pictures of their friend and Bucky.

“Hey, Bucky, do you have a girlfriend?”

He pretended not to hear the question as he asked the girl next to him her name.

“Who’s cooler in person, Captain America or Iron Man?” One girl asked.

“Don’t be a dork, Brianna, he’s Captain America’s best friend,” another answered for him, following her announcement with a disgusted sound.

“Does Tony Stark have, like, just gobs of money?”

“I guess so, we don’t really talk about it-“

“Jessie, shit! Of course he has gobs of money, everybody knows that!”

The other girls took turns standing next to him, with Bucky patiently taking a picture with each girl while the others whispered, giggled, and photographed the process.

“We think you’re really great,” one of the girls gushed, and the others hurriedly agreed.

“Uh, yeah, thanks…” Bucky looked progressively more uncomfortable. He shot a look at Joss, who gave him a mocking smile.

“I bet you never get cold now, ‘cuz you got frozen so much.”

“Um…”

“I thought it was so cool how you took out that bad guy in Poland with one shot like that. You have the coolest guns!”

“I liked when you stabbed that gross monster with the huge head right in his eye. That stuff that squirted out was so gross!”

A chorus of “Eeeeeeeew!” followed.

“Hey, what’s the Black Widow like? Is she just a total bitch?”

“Well, no, she’s-“

“I have pajamas with you on them. I wish I would have known we’d see you, I could’ve brought them!”

“Hey, will you take off your jacket so we can see your arm?” A girl with a tattoo of Captain America’s shield on her ankle asked.

“I don’t really… Um… Shouldn’t you girls be at home this time of night?” Bucky’s look at Joss this time was a clear plea for help. She let him see her laugh at him, then waded in. She was, after all, a professional at this kind of stuff. It was a little different with the President and the public, but not much. And a group of horny teenage girls had nothing on a pack of rabid Congressmen.

While the girls objected that they were plenty old enough to be out after dark, Joss slipped smoothly into the center of the mob. She took a stance in front of Bucky, her back pressed against his chest, and one hand behind her on his arm. With that hand, she began invisibly to pull him in the direction they’d been walking.

“OK, girls, thanks!” She cried, drowning out their giggling and questions as she stepped backward, pushing Bucky into moving. “Thank you so much, but you know, Sergeant Barnes has a world to save, so he needs to get going.”

The girls loudly voiced their disappointment, but as if held by a forcefield, they stayed where they were as Joss pulled Bucky away from them. She kept her back to him and pulled his arm until he was free of the circle of girls, then slowed down and pushed him to continue walking while she covered his retreat. “Thanks, girls,” she called pleasantly, still facing them to make sure they didn’t follow. Bucky looked back and waved a little, then ducked his head and made tracks while the girls called their goodbyes to him, still basically ignoring Joss, but somehow also compelled to obey her and allow him to leave.

Bucky could still hear the girls frantically giggling and gushing to each other as Joss jogged up beside him, trying to be quiet about her laughter. The girls’ ecstatic comments continued to reach them for a while.

“He’s so cute!”

“Isn’t he just so nice?”

“He asked us all our names! Holy shit, Bucky Barnes knows my name!”

Bucky groaned as Joss chuckled under her breath. “It’s not funny. It’s so not funny,”

That just made her laugh harder. “I’m sorry, I’m sure that must be kind of a pain, but if you could’ve seen your face…”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was hilarous. Ugh. Anyway, thanks for the rescue.”

“No problem.”

“How come they just obeyed you?”

“Because I told them what to do,” she shrugged. “Did you see how nervous they were? Nobody really knows the rules in those situations, because there aren’t any. So if you act like you have authority, people usually listen. It only works for a minute or two, but that’s all you usually need.”

Bucky nodded and made a “huh” sound.

“Sorry I laughed. You did kind of look like you hated that.”

“I did. I do. But Pepper says I’m not allowed to pull knives and growl anymore. Which sucks, ‘cuz that at least felt natural.”

“Bet it worked, too.”

“Damn straight it worked, and I don’t know how else to get out of those things. Steve invents emergencies. Scott just takes off running.”

“What does Tony do?”

“Tony? You kidding? He loves that stuff. He stands and signs autographs and takes pictures until finally the people have to find a reason to get away. Clint seems to be really good at it, he’s really cool with people and then he just makes it seem natural to leave.”

“And Natasha?”

“No one has ever approached Natasha for a selfie. No one would dare. Which really pisses me off, actually, because what about me? Aren’t I a deadly Russian assassin, too? I’m scary, right?”

“Absolutely. You are the night.”

Bucky let out a hoot of laughter, which made Joss laugh, too.

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rockrageradio · 5 years ago

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The Nixons, (Zac Maloy, Jesse Davis, John Humphrey and Ricky Brooks) known for the radio hits "Sister", " Happy Song", "Wire", and "Passion" are together again!

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The Nixon’s entered the rock scene with unquenchable passion, pulsing energy and an electric sound. Comprised of Singer, Zac Maloy, Guitarist, Jesse Davis, bassist, Ricky Brooks and drummer, John Humphrey, The Nixon’s were eagerly signed with major label, MCA/Universal in 1995. The band did not disappoint with 3 hit songs, “Sister”, “Happy Song” and “Wire” on the release of their first record, Foma. “Sister” exploded in the Midwest and quickly secured a top five radio hit crossing over into the Hot 100 pop billboard songs. The Nixon’s were unstoppable, touring worldwide and lighting up the stage over 3000 times in nearly a decade. They played on the same stage with rock and roll icons such as The Melvins, Soul Asylum, KISS & Radiohead. The Nixon’s released two more albums with MCA that delivered dedicated fans with rock radio hits, “Baton Rouge” and “The Fall.”

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jazztizz · 7 years ago

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Gems 3.78 | #Under1000skies I hope you’re having a beautiful day. ♡ Here’s another light-filled ¤ Gem ¤ Me and Bobby McGee by Kris Kristofferson | Photo "SciFi Sky" by Niki Flow ME AND BOBBY MCGEE Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained It rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGhee From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGhee Songwriters: Fred Foster / Fred L Foster / Kris Kristofferson Me and Bobby McGee lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC #photo by #tizzlovesrowdy ☼ #under1000skies ☼ a #giftivism initiative We are #photographers, #writers, #artists & #advocates #serving and #connecting #homeless #creatives ( #linkinbio )

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Houses For Sale in Bentonia, MS

669 Potters Ridge Rd, Bentonia, MS

Price: $2400000

Potters Ridge consists of 911 acres of beautiful hardwood hills, hollows and creek bottoms located on the edge of The Rim where the Delta meets the hills in Yazoo County. Amenities include a two bedroom, two bath Cabin nicely appointed in rustic wood finishes, a wood deck in the back overlooking a two acre lake, a front porch for rocking chairs, a hunting room for gear and gun storage, plus many other fine features. There is an Equipment Shed nearby for ATV and equipment storage along with a game cleaning station. The Shed also contains a heated and cooled guest quarters with a full bat hroom. This property has been well managed for whitetail deer and has numerous ridgetop and bottomland food plots easily accessible from the extensive, well maintained, interior ATV road system. Some of the interior roads are historic wagon roads that were carved along the ridgetops in the early 1800s. The property has some mature merchantable hardwood timber, areas that were cut years ago and year round running creeks creating a very diverse habitat for deer hunting and turkey hunting. Duck hunting opportunities are abundant from this location being on the edge of the Mississippi Delta and only minutes away from Delta National Forest and Panther Swamp Refuge. One of the most unique features of the property is a high bluff offering a fantastic view overlooking miles of the Mississippi Delta. Cities & Towns: Yazoo City – 24 miles Madison 36 miles Vicksburg 37 miles Baton Rouge 195 miles New Orleans 200 miles

2845 Hwy 433 Hwy, Bentonia, MS

Price: $1293400

Wanting that place for family, friends and hunters alike? This is it! This 571.29 acres sits on one of the highest points in Yazoo County, making views unbelievable. Remodeled 3 years ago, this one of a kind cypress home offers 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a gourmet kitchen, granite counter tops custom tile showers, 2 central heating and cooling zones, pecky cypress in dining room, pecan floors in family/great room, master bedroom is built in white oak while you will find soft wormy maple and red gum hardwood in the other bedrooms. Enjoy and relax while you watch deer from your 12 foot wrap around porch. You will fine a 1,200 guest house with 1 1/2 bathrooms and full kitchen. For the hunter this private piece of paradise offers 25 acres of mixed pine and hardwood timber, 15 acres of beautiful rolling meadows and pastures, established food plots to help you in the hunt for that trophy whitetail deer or turkey. All your equipment will fit nicely in the covered equipment storage. Additional 69.46 acres available.

12008 Highway 433 W, Bentonia, MS

Price: $122000

Looking for a great home in the Country with quick access to Hwy 49, this Traditional 3 Bedroom 2 Bath home will meet your Family’s expectations. Cozy but Spacious with a great room as well as a spacious living area with a fireplace, a traditional kitchen with dining area and of course a yard that gives the family room for outdoor activities. Your Family will feel Right at Home

Hwy 433 Hwy, Bentonia, MS

Price: $156285

Wanting that place for family, friends and hunters alike? This is it! This 69.46 acres sits on one of the highest points in Yazoo County, making views unbelievable. Additional 571.29 acres with a 3/2 cypress home and 1200 square foot guest house.

230 Terrell Park Dr, Bentonia, MS

Price: $79000

This darling home is a 1920’s farmhouse that was relocated to this 1.90+/- acre lot in a quiet spot in Yazoo County. Just far enough from town to get the peace and quiet but close enough to be able to get to work or the store easily. The house has a low maintenance metal roof and is well insulated between the roof material and the upstairs bedrooms. You are greeted by a deep covered porch on 3 sides of the house which has a porch swing already in place. When you come in the front door, the living area is to your left and the dining area is to your right. The bar separates the dining are a from the kitchen. The refrigerator in the kitchen stays with the house. Go down the hall the master bedroom is on the left and the downstairs bathroom is on the right of the hallway which leads to the back door. The laundry room is off this bathroom and both the washer AND dryer are staying, too! Upstairs there are two roomy bedrooms and a full bath for them to share. Out the back door is another room covered porch. The property is almost 2 acres and is ready for someone to come make this their cozy home!!