Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

nah its fine

Ill use B.J. since he'll be more open to them. Nat would actually be a little... uptight haha

Would you like to?)


Edit- if so go ahead and post a starter haha

long posts are encouraged!

Edit: I gtg- ill try to reply tomorrow


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The soft sound of leaves crunching over combat boots filled the air. The man was a criminal everywhere he went- and yet it seemed by just putting on glasses was the trick to fool anyone and everyone down on the street. How he ended up bumping into Melody was something he wasn't sure of himself either. In fact, the [usually] monstrous man nearly looked down his nose at the female when he almost went chest to chest. Originally, the blonde didn't say anything, his blue hues searching her face for a long moment and the availability to check if he was a wanted man was there 100% of the time.  It was B.J. Blazkowicz - the man with a plan to take down any regime and fully loaded to the small atom within him.

So when he made a brief contact with Melody, his broad chest halted in its expanding and detracting movement of his breathing. His calloused hands were tucked away in his fingerless gloves, and he seemed weary. He was like a brick- and he honestly was in a sense. "Sorry," he grumbled out in apology. His eyes glinted, seeming cautious- as if she would turn him in for even looking in her direction. These people were so weird- if you looked at them cross-eyed they would get offended and flip you off. Especially if you were a wanted man. So it was natural for the 'foreigner' to stare down at her like she was an odd species.

(AHHHH! I'm soooo sorry I can't reply D: I'm going to have to wait to reply until two weeks?? I've got a lot to do!)

ill respond in a bit rain!

what the heck KAY?!!!

Bucky:
Bucky held the gun in his hands and willed them not to shake as he pointed it at Borya. Memories of his past and all the horrible things that he had done rushed into his mind. He knew he was a bad man and that he had killed so many people who didn't deserve to die. He knew that he had worked for the bad guys and that he had gone against everything he was brought up to be. He was a killer, and maybe he did deserve to die. But he wasn't like that anymore. He was guilty of murder and he felt the blood on his hands even though at the moment they were clean. But- "The difference between me and you, Borya," he spoke, putting an extra spit of venom in the man's name, "is that I have changed. When I did all that, I know it was me, but I was forced... I don't do that anymore. Not by free will, anyways. And you've always had free will, Borya. And now that I've got some of mine back, I've chosen to be good. Maybe that doesn't mean that I'll stop killing, but I'll kill for the right reasons. I'll kill those that deserve it."

He glanced over at Steve for a moment, who was also watching Borya, breathing heavy and clutching his bullet wound. "Steve believes that there is good in everyone," he said, returning his eyes back to Borya. "He saw the good in me even after I had killed all those people, even after I had tried to kill him. He didn't give up on me, and he refused to believe that I was lost completely. I wish that I could say the same for you, Borya. I wish I that I was more like Steve... but I'm not. And you you are too far gone because it's your own mind that has been corrupted... I was lucky because there were people who loved me enough to save me, but you're not even willing to save yourself."

Bucky turned to face Alyona, and as he did so, he lifted the gun a little bit higher so that it was pointed directly at Borya's head. It felt wrong to kill another man - he knew it - but this man deserved it, he told himself, and if he didn't kill him now, there were bound to be more innocents dead. And the fact that Borya had already accepted his death instead of continuing to fight made Bucky realize even more that this man was willing to die believing that he was still doing the right thing, when in all reality he couldn't have been more wrong. You are a trained assassin, he told himself. You can kill this man. It'll be easy. But he knew it was different now, because he had the choice. He wasn't a killer. He wasn't a killer- but he had sworn to protect- Please forgive me, his eyes pleaded as he connected eyes with Alyona.

"You're the one who's late." Bucky turned back to the man and stared straight into Borya's eyes. He let out a breath, and he pulled the trigger. You're not a bad man.

Steve:
Steve watched Bucky and Borya. There was nothing he could do anymore, and he understood that it was Bucky's fight. Borya had personally messed with him, and he knew that his friend wanted nothing more than to get back at him. His attention on the two, he hadn't realized that Alyona and Amber had come to his side. He felt Alyona's hands touch his wound and as she began to dab his abdomen, he let out a small sigh of pain.

"It's not your fault," he said, gently pushing her hand away. "And, it'll heal... Super soldier, remember?" He felt the need to add a little humor, but jokes were never his thing, and as he chuckled a dry chuckle, he could feel the pain intensify. Letting out another sigh of pain - it hurt a bit to breathe - he rested a hand on her shoulder. "You're safe now... Both of you." He glanced at Amber as well.

Then he looked back at Bucky and Borya and he could feel the tension in the air, as well as the pain between both of them. He hated standing back and doing nothing, but this wasn't his fight. This wasn't his fight. And then he heard the gunshot, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around Alyona to shield her, to protect her, to do anything he could. 

Is anyone ever going to come back? Ever?

I'm good, you? Think people will be back more around thanksgiving?))

(At my house we do like at least four different kinds of pie LOL SO MUCH FOOD)

(XD gotta love Amber xD
Speaking of which, where is Wanda? XD)

(xD
wanda's holding down the fort XD)