risen again

SEND “💋” AND MY MUSE WILL SAY HOW SMOOCHABLE YOUR MUSE IS FROM 1-10

"Mmm... I dunno, I mean you're kind of a mysterious guy. Who knows what could be goin' on in that brain of yours." She was trying to figure out just where she stood with Bucky, how much she could banter and tease. It was one of her favorite parts of getting to know a new person... and it was particularly true for Bucky. He was himself, as much as he could ever be ever again. "You're thinking... of a way to get Sam to agree there are no wizards...." she said slowly, gazing at him with slightly narrowed eyes. "Or... you're thinking about how much you wanna punch Captain Fraud in his smarmy face... because I also, want to punch him in his smarmy face. With a brick.. A big, fat, totally going terminal velocity speed, brick..."

A lot of the time Bucky tried to hide what was going on in his head, but the more he got to know people, the harder it was to hide. They could see right through him. He knew he never should have mentioned the whole wizard debate to her, it was still something Sam wouldn't let go. "Well I was just going to use my fists but yeah, you're right. His face is everywhere at the moment." Bucky murmured as he reached for his beer, he had to learn how to turn the news off because every piece of coverage lately was about the brand new and improved Captain America. He couldn't afford to break the TV he had just bought.

"Don't you dare, he doesn't deserve that kind of personalized ass whooping," she said. "Unless he tries to hurt Sam, then please. Turn that smarmy smile of his inside out." She got the attention of one of the servers to ask for more miso soup. She was getting over a bad cold and hadn't had an appetite in days- all the more reason to bribe Bucky with food to get him out of his apartment. "And if Walker tries to hurt you, leave a piece of him alive so I can break something too... I hate how complicated this all is. I used to know exactly who were were fighting and there was no red tape or Good Morning Americas to avoid... And if Sam brings up that Gandalf was a wizard, tell him he's wrong. He's only of the Istari order, but he's not a wizard. He's technically a demi-god. Use that nerd knowledge how you will."

[text: Auntie Jenna] lmao he's probably wanting to cook you dinner and doesn't want you distracting him. man's gotta focus when he's making the fancy pasta, it's like a law

[text: Auntie Jenna] Wanna meet at our usual cafe? I really want their cinnamon rolls...

She smiled behind her drink, trying valiantly not to blush. It wasn't like anyone around would know they were dating, but damn did this song always get her smiling like an idiot. She should have known he'd perform it, but it still didn't prepare her to see him singing it live. And hearing everyone around her singing along to it. She knew it by heart, but she didn't sing. No, this one she wouldn't sing. This one she wanted to just listen to and enjoy, commit it to memory.

The crowd was really into it and that made it even better. He had wanted to make tonight special for everyone involved. Especially Eira! He was looking forward to her coming to see the ranch soon. He made his way through his set list and finished up. He knew she would be allowed backstage. So he headed back there after the show to change and clean up. He was going to wait in his dressing room for her.

She was excited for the show to end, if only to get to go backstage and find Dusty. She stayed as long as the encore went, and then made her way toward the back. Security was strict, but after a quick check with the stage manager, she was let backstage. She took off toward the dressing room, and gave a bunch of rapid knocks. "Cowboy, you in there?" she called.

"It's kinda hot outside... but I say that as a person who would happily swim in the dead of winter." She finished off her drink, wincing from the hit of the alcohol that had sunk to the bottom. "A walk would be good, though. And something to eat to wash that taste out, ugh."

"What are you wanting to eat?" He asked, as he got up and settled the bill. "We could get some NY pizza. You can never go wrong with that and its easy to walk and eat." He offered, with a soft smile. Ollie could be a bit nervous at times. But he was working on it.

"We have to go to Brooklyn then," she insisted as she got up with him. He was a lot faster on the draw than her for the bill, so she made a mental note to not let him pay for the pizza. "The best place in the whole city is in Brooklyn. Do I get you all to myself long enough to take you to Brooklyn?"

"You have no idea how tempted I am to say 'the call is coming from inside the house' right now." It was one of those awkward moments where she was calling the person she was looking at, not realizing they were already where they were meeting. "I'm on your... four o'clock? I think that's the way you say it?"

"You and I have two different four o'clocks." Considering the awkward spin he did until his eyes met hers. Perhaps she's lucky he even picked up the phone, but it would have been considerably rude - maybe a little awkward - once they locked eyes. "Better question. What's your favorite scary movie?"

She laughed, and hung up the call as she closed the space between them. "Nice reference, but I don't think you'd really want to know my favorite scary movie. Might make you question giving me your phone number," she teased. "Sorry I was running late, by the way. Had to finish inputting something into one of the fabrication machines and it just... wasn't happy with the specs."

"It's okay," she promised. "Just means I'll have to steal your food faster next time." She sat with her chin in her hand, still gazing at him curiously. "If I can guess what you're thinking about... you buy the next round?"

Bucky smiled and nodded, he knew he had to try and stop doing this, zoning out when he was around people. "I don't think you want to guess what I'm thinking about." He confessed, though today had mainly been about the new Captain America. "But fine, deal."

"Mmm... I dunno, I mean you're kind of a mysterious guy. Who knows what could be goin' on in that brain of yours." She was trying to figure out just where she stood with Bucky, how much she could banter and tease. It was one of her favorite parts of getting to know a new person... and it was particularly true for Bucky. He was himself, as much as he could ever be ever again. "You're thinking... of a way to get Sam to agree there are no wizards...." she said slowly, gazing at him with slightly narrowed eyes. "Or... you're thinking about how much you wanna punch Captain Fraud in his smarmy face... because I also, want to punch him in his smarmy face. With a brick.. A big, fat, totally going terminal velocity speed, brick..."

He panted as pain ripped through him, barely escaping another glitch event. These time jumps were annoying and he had half a mind that Mobius sent him here just to be rid of him once and for all. It would suit him just fine. The whole time keeper situation was a scam and if they wanted to remain ignorant then what was it his concern. Still, the Avengers tower of all places? The momentous defeat he‘d suffered… A purple, gigantuan figure rose into his mind like an unwelcome, annoying knife to the back. It stung. The betrayal of his brother and the shame of handcuffs when all he had wanted was respect and a place in the light after being lied to for so many years. He brushed the thoughts aside like an unwanted, annoying little fly and straightened as he heard footsteps.

Then a voice… all too familiar, a former alley. A smile formed on his lips as he spread out his hands. „Well…“ he started, then froze. Had she seriously just threatened to carve his face off? That was certainly new and a bit of a nuisance. "I would wait before you try and carve up this pretty face. I'm quite fond of it." He answered, snapping his fingers. A green wave of energy running through him. He went transluscent for a second, light catching and breaking as if he was made off of glass shards of a shattered mirror.

Then he paused.

"God of Lies?" He sounded down right offended. Why did these mortals always get it wrong? Even after he'd actually tried to infiltrate and enslave them. Some deeds should give you reckognition. "It's mischief. And you of all people should know that It's more then mere lies." He spat the last word out.

The image infront of her disappeared as a hand plucked the knife from Eira. "People shouldn't run around with sharp objects."

She felt a wave of dizziness threaten to offset her balance. Her heartrate was far too high, her body simply not used to running on this level of adrenaline. In the last year, before the ambush that had almost gotten her killed, she'd worked so hard to build up her physical strength and stamina. If only to make sure she wasn't a burden to the others... A fat lot of good it seemed to have done her. The scar on her head was still pink from how new it was, and she hadn't even yet been cleared to start prolonged periods of PT.

She'd be damned if she got taken out by someone impersonating her God. The God of Mischief- the God of Chaos- to her, the God of Free Will, in her secret, biased opinion. The God of Lies was what the others called him, both in the files about the Manhattan incident, and when they spoke of that day. They only gave pause to it when Thor was around. But it was a sentiment that, surely, not just the Avengers held about him. If this person agreed- they were a fake.

It was a simple logic, and really all she needed to know she had to put herself at risk and take them down- but as the man spoke, his form shimmered away. She stood stunned, staring at the spot he was, her eyes slowly tracking the form. Backing away slightly, listening to him speak... This wasn't a tech she was familiar with, at all. Not even Tony could pull this off...

"Hvis du later som du er ham, så er du løgnens Gud. Du fortjener ikke å bli kalt den han egentlig er." ((If you pretend to be him, then you are the God of Lies. You don't deserve to be called who he really is.)) Having nothing else to do but sit in her bed and heal, she'd taken up trying to teach herself Norwegian. It was the closest she could get to Asgardian, for she hadn't yet thought of a reason to ask Thor to teach her Asgardian proper. Her voice was accented- clearly a student teaching herself and having no real voice to follow.

On the faintest of chances... this was really him...

But as the blade was snatched from her hand, she made a guess and made a fast grasp for the wrist that took it. "Valhalla har allerede avvist meg en gang – ikke tro at jeg er redd for at noen skal utgi seg for guddommen jeg sverget troskap til," she growled. ((Valhalla has already rejected me once—don't think I fear someone impersonating the deity I swore allegiance to))

"Guess we should spoil him with more Lego sets then," she said. She loved that kid so much, thought he was such fun to have whenever he got to stay with them. He was bright and sweet, and honestly the best cuddle buddy for cartoons on a Saturday morning. As Jase looked at the screen, she had a moment of picturing Zan and another little one, sharing snacks while he explained the plot of some show to the other- and his eyes snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked at the screen, a slow smile forming on her face. "So it's half-super soldier instead," she said softly. "... Oh my gosh..."

“Absolutely not, you didn’t see the tantrum when he dropped one and it shattered.” Like he needed any more of a reason than they hurt to step on. And he wasn’t getting into gaming or being an iPad kid anytime soon or at least when he was with them. Jase grinned as he watched the smile appear on his better half’s face, there was no doubt in his mind that they were ready for this and that Zander would be an amazing big brother. “We’re gonna be parents again.”

"But baby, how's he ever gonna learn that he doesn't need to throw a tantrum when they break? They can be rebuilt, and Mama can give him a cookie to make it better." She leaned against him, wrapping herself up in his arms. "This is so surreal... But in a good way. I've been needing an excuse to make you another, even more superior, tac suit. Be prepared to play dress up," she teased, kissing his cheek. "I hope they have your eyes."

"We're also not drunk, so we have no excuse to be ridiculous," she giggled. "Okay okay fine-" she flopped back down into her seat and waited for him to join her. "I'm sorry this date is kind of a dud- I didn't think to check if they changed their entertainment schedules. They haven't for years, but I guess things gotta change to accommodate business needs."

"It's okay. I don't think we could have a dud date together. Besides, it's still early right?" He offered, with a soft smile. "We can always do something else. I wonder if it's a nice night out?" He offered. They could always go for a walk. See what they could find out and about. It was the city after all. It never did go to sleep.

"It's kinda hot outside... but I say that as a person who would happily swim in the dead of winter." She finished off her drink, wincing from the hit of the alcohol that had sunk to the bottom. "A walk would be good, though. And something to eat to wash that taste out, ugh."