Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

Scott had stayed out of the way for the most part - a group of tired and grumpy looking avengers weren't someone he wanted to be messing with. Having smuggled the takeout box into the trash, he found the most out of the way and simple-looking chair he could find. The whole room was filled with expensive stuff, and he wanted to keep himself far from it. If anything went missing, he would no doubt be the first suspect, although his history was purely robin hood like missions. He breathed a bit of a tired sigh, shuffling his hair a bit. He wished he was back to his cat robbing days - at least it was something that made sense. Ever since he put on the suit, his life had gotten crazy, crazier than even usual. Not that he minded much, it was fun, but sometimes he just wanted to have a normal job and life and be able to see his daughter every other weekend. At the moment, he was a wanted criminal (again) and he wasn't sure how long until he'd see her again.

He looked up at Natasha when she started to talk about food, but he'd already eaten and he didn't feel like drawing attention to that, so he just stayed silent. The rest of the group eventually made a decision, everyone except for maybe Alyona looking bored and tired. He found his eyes drawn to the phone, debating what would happen if he picked it up and dialed the number. They'd catch on and stop him before anyone answered. It was a bad idea, too, he reminded himself that all of his family was probably tapped to hell. He finally blinked out of his trance when he saw the news, his eyebrows knitting together.

What could anyone want with Stark Tower? There was so much security, it was very unlikely that unless it was some physco they had any assassination plans. And he knew for a fact that that tower didn't have much to offer, it was just a flashy business headquarters. He blinked again at the headlines, and then at the man who definitely appeared either confused or mentally unstable. Probably both. "Huh."

Cap:
Steve's eyes were barely staying open, which was odd, because he found it harder for himself to grow tired nowadays, and had a difficult time staying awake. His legs were stuck out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, and he was leaning back in the chair, his head resting against his hand. He watched Natasha order their food out of the corner of his eye, secretly glad that they didn't have to go anywhere, and then his eyes trailed towards Alyona as she made her way for the television. He wasn't too interested in watching tv, but he figured it would keep him awake, so he glued his eyes to the flashing colors that was the screen. At first it didn't seem to keep his eyes open - rather, it started to make him drowsier - but then the news came on, and he perked up. He sat up in the chair and then leaned his elbows on his thighs, staring at the screen with interest.

As the reporter talked on, he wondered what could possibly be going on. When the person was finished speaking, he glanced over at the others, looking for their thoughts on the matter. If it was Stark Tower, did that mean Tony was involved in any way? But, then, the man that was pictured didn't even look like he was from around this time. He almost looked like... a WW2 soldier. The idea struck Steve as silly, and he tried to shake it off, but stranger things had happened, and he found himself mulling over the thought for just a few more seconds before he tried to push it aside once more. 

Bucky:
Bucky let out a groan and pushed himself back onto the bed. He let his hands fall from his head, and he stared up at the ceiling, thoughts running miles per minute in his mind. He was having trouble on concentrating, and the noise in the room was only getting louder. He wanted to scream, now, not with joy at finding a nice hotel, but with uncontrolled anger. He wasn't even sure why he was angry, or even if he was angry, but he felt like if he could scream, it would come out that way. The weight of everything that had happened today was just now crashing down on him, and he hated it. Hated it... hated himself.

But he continued to let out breaths to calm him and the counting in his head slowly made him come back to the present. They were in a nice hotel room and they were safe. No one knew where they were and they hadn't done anything wrong. Borya was far away from them, and he wasn't the Winter Soldier - not right now, anyways. Everything was fine. And now Natasha was ordering food for them. After drinking that horrid coffee, he had to admit he was thankful for something to eat, for his stomach was growling, but at the same time, he wasn't sure he could stomach anything at the moment.

Letting out a sigh, Bucky moved to the front of the bed and leaned against the headrest, his legs straight in front of him. He looked over at Steve, who seemed to be barely keeping awake, and then over at the others to see what they were doing. Then, he spotted Alyona over by the tv and noticed that mostly everyone had glued their eyes to the screen. He did the same, and listened to the news reporter. He narrowed his eyes as the speaker continued on, and then was left staring at the screen with a confused expression by the time it was over.

"Stark Tower?" he said aloud, mostly to himself. "Well, at least our faces aren't on the news right now," he said thankfully, shrugging. "But... who is this man? Looks... like he's from another time.." Bucky stared at the photo that had flashed on the screen. There was something familiar about the uniform that the man wore... He looked over at Steve to notice a confused expression on his face that matched his own.

No probs hun~ I heard that exams are stressful hehe;; I cant take a quiz without panicking so props to you~

I love Matpat

omg yes; Borya would sit there like, e.e before saying 'why haven't you even stopped my attempts to 110% dispose my sister?? you sure have weird standards.' //is too blunt to even save his life//

i watched a video w/ a song from hamilton and i was like "i woN'T LET THIS CONSUME M-"
i've almost listened to the entire soundtrack. help.

lol same here with me legit
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ok but i almost have satisfied memorized by heart and you can blame these people for making me obsessed ))

Amber swung back into the doorway of the main room, pointing at the TV. "If you think Tony's gonna try to turn everyone in, I bet it'd be easy to bribe him with everything Natasha just said, because he's probably driving himself insane trying to figure it out." She reached over to her bottle from before, drinking some of it before setting it farther back, away from the edge of the counter. Did she seem too desperate? She didn't really know, maybe she was being self-conscience, but honestly she just wanted to get everyone to stop fighting. And she wanted her room in the Stark Tower back.

Wanda had been sitting back, playing with the her powers, tiny red strands wrapping around her fingers. She had been listening to the TV absent-mindedly before, but as soon as she heard Stark's name the red around her disappeared and she turned her full attention to the TV. Hostage? The whole story had sounded questionable until Natasha spoke about it.

Cap:
Steve pushed himself up from where he was sitting, let out a long sigh, and walked over to the counter. He leaned against it, one hand brushing through his hair, and then grabbed one of the bubbling waters. He took a long sip, listening to what Natasha was saying. When she was finished, he was even more confused than ever. So, this guy was on their side... in a different world? Well, it certainly made his attire make sense... "So, this guy is basically from a video game?" he asked, lifting his eyes in disbelief. He was with Zen on that one. The 21st century sure was weird. "I know I was frozen for 70 years and aliens have attacked us and super heroes are definitely real... but a video game?" He shook his head and took another long sip of the bubbling water, trying to comprehend everything. Now not only did they have Borya to go after, but they also had a confused WW2 soldier from another world, who seemed to be capable of a lot. He wasn't sure if he was, however, someone to fear. Although this guy didn't seem all too stable in the pictures, he wasn't against them. But, Natasha was right. They had other things to concern themselves with, and they couldn't risk getting their covers blown by getting involved in something that the government was already working on. Tony could handle it.

"Now," he said, looking over to Natasha, "I think we should stay here for the night, get some rest, fill our stomachs, figure out what we're going to do next..." He took another sip of the water and then looked down at the glass bottle, staring at his blurred reflection in the liquid. "I think we should keep the pairs the same, for the sake of keeping our cover safe, or, as unsafe as it might be, head out together. If some people recognize us as the weird family, it would make sense for them to see us all together because that's what they'd expect. As for seeing Tony, he knows what I did... and he didn't come after us then. I think that shows that we can still trust him. As much as he wants to do the right thing, I don't think he agrees much with the government either." He wasn't entirely convinced that all of that was true, but he wanted to believe it.

Bucky:
"Ha," Bucky said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before standing up to pace around the room some more. "At least he's only like Steve and I in the looks department, eh?" he asked sarcastically. He turned to Steve, who was now indulging in the bubbling water, and noticed many of the others had the same drinks. He thought about going over to get himself one, but he decided against it and continued to pace over by the bed, thinking over everything and listening to what the others were saying. He held up a hand and paused at the foot of the bed, and turned his attention to Natasha. "Is there anyway around the theatre? Those crowds are not something I want to get involved in," he said, narrowing his eyes. "As for Tony-" He sat down on the edge of the bed again, sinking into the mattress. "As for Tony... that guy hates me. If you think we're getting anywhere with him when I'm around, that's a hilarious thought... He ripped off my arm, and, quite frankly, I'd like to rip off his, now that I think of it." He crossed his arms and looked down at the bit of metal visible. "If you're going to see Tony, I better stay outside."

LEONARDO DICAPRIO FINALLY GOT HIS OSCAR
IM SOOO PROUD OF HIM NNNGGH

(OMSC IK I WAITED ALL NIGHT FOR IT and he waited quite a few years XDD if he didn't win, something would have been wrong, lol)

Bucky: THE FIRST RULE IS DONT TOUCH THE WINTER SOLDIER
Natasha: you let Alyona touch you.
Bucky: v3v shes special. Shes like my little sis. //is secretely the ship in Alucky//

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Natasha


Natasha had a look of 'fight me, fight me right now bro' on her face when she stared at Bucky when he grumbled. Turning, she soon dropped the odd facial expression and looked to Steve, pausing as she thought. "They said a good half an hour- we were lucky at the time we called. Their rush hour just ended," she answered him as she stood up from her spot. "Anyways, Amber and i can go grab the food. You guys can stay back and relax. Im sure none of you guys want to deal with any paparazzi at the moment," she mused as she checked the time on her phone.

A good 10-15 minutes had already passed. "I might snag some clothing too in case anyone wants something else than what they have on," she added over her shoulder as she grabbed the teen and soon made her way to the door.

Alyona

Alyona was silent through the whole exchange. Save for the way her eyes constantly flickered. She watched as Natasha soon led Amber through the door, and down the hallway. With the two females out of sight, she let her knees be brought further to her chest, ears pricking and chin nestling against her knees. It felt like a prison being in a hotel, save for the fact that there were some friends.

She pulled the towel closer, soon staring at the carpet and curling and uncurling her toes in thought. Last time she had been in a hotel was about a week ago... And not very many pleasant memories happened. Her eyes closed, humming quietly in thought before she looked at Steve. He seemed pretty excited about hearing the other man that came from the time era he belonged in. Maybe if they found Blazko they could ultimately spare Steve and Bucky some mental break.

She felt her eyes droop from the warmth, but she wouldnt allow herself to sleep. Not soon- especially even after the food. "I just want to..." Her voice halted, eyes brimming with small tears. She wanted to say home, but there was none. Her parents were all the way back in Russia, and the only home she ever thought she knew was her brother- even that had a terrible ending. She didnt know what she wanted. Except maybe a corner, that sweatshirt, and a good time of watching youtube videos. Yes- thats exactly what she wanted.

I JUST MADE SOMETHING ON THE FLY A COUPLE DAYS AGO
Oh jeez i hope it wasnt a bad rant hun; it we need to fix anything we can~
Buckyona. Omg thats adorable too; omg yes i can see Amber trying to get it to happen too

Lucky you~ alright!
I guess i should put my heads up too. Im gonna go camping this weekend, so idk if ill be able to post anything

(That's beautiful XDD Alucky/Buckona XD

Oh, good luck, Cat! Hopefully the hurricane isn't bad where you are!)

Oh shemp xD i mean that its not lucky for the hurricanes but lucky you for no homework~ be safe love

Yea i think i would have some serious talk with the oscar people lol

Okay hun~
Buckya~ alucky~ nnnggggghhhh

Awe im flattered ^^