“then consider me… gazing from afar then.” a slight smirk spread across his lips. “unless, you consider that staring as well.”
okay kids- i did a BIG over-hall on ky’s history. like, a massive one (i somehow got into a writing mood??) anyways – give it a look over in the next few days if you like!
he knew bringing her here was a bad idea. demon bars usually were, but he’d hoped she wouldn’t get too indulgent in the drinks. especially since he was here on business. so, he left her alone for maybe ten minutes to go to a back room – simple deal, nothing extremely dangerous, and then upon coming back to the general area he sighed.
“was i really gone that long?” he asked, running a hand over his face. “one more – just one.”
“ the amount of people isn’t the issue, i fight more than them on a daily basis, the issue is the amount of cold blooded murder involved with your plan. tone it down, like, a solid twenty notches, dude. ”
“ i think the murder or murders would be on my hands; not yours.” or maybe that was just what ky chose to believe for the moment. “however, if you have another plan?” his arms folded across his chest. “i’m listening.”
❝ at the risk of sounding like a broken record; i don’t care what you believe. i’m not my family and i’m most certainly not my father. my name is ky’lar richardson and this is my story. ❞
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Never the bearer of good fortune, he can’t pretend to be surprised when the tower gets broken into, in one of the rare occasions he’s alone. Saving the world becomes a collective effort every once in a while, and off the Avengers go to fight their villains. Not possessing the right inclination to be a hero, he often chooses to sit these missions out.
Nestled in the warm comfort of his bed, Bucky’s hand pauses mid-turning a page of his book as Jarvis announces an intrusive presence in Tony Stark’s office. Just perfect. Putting the book aside, he fishes a pistol from the drawer of his bedside table before making his way to the office.
Breaking into the Stark tower is no easy feat, he knows. Best to approach the situation carefully instead of opening fire; often simple bullets will do nothing to the type of enemies trailing the Avengers. “No can do, buddy.” Gun poised for a headshot, the soldier watches the man behind the computer. “It would be best if you got the hell out of here before the police storms the place.”
He couldn’t pretend to be surprised by the gun aimed at his head. It was one of the rare instances he knew what would happen if he was caught. A reason to why he glanced over towards Bucky with an eyebrow raised, but then returned to his view of the files.
“Seeing as you’re the only one with something pointed at my head,” he said, clicking on a file he’d been hovering over, “I believe I’ll take my chances.” Or, rather, he didn’t want other’s getting involved in this little ‘search’ of his.
“Of course, if you do decide to pull that trigger, do know you’d be getting blood all over this lovely office, and trust me… these are worthless to me.” It was a bold move, but also a lie in all reality. If he had more time, maybe he’d get the answers he wanted. The only problem was there just wasn’t enough time and… being held in a cell wasn’t exactly on the agenda today.
i have to say i was quite impressed after watching the devil and the blacksmith on netflix!
THERE WAS NO NEED FOR A FORMAL GREETING. not when being decent was out of the equation. he spoke the obvious; maybe a bit harshly, but still it got the same point across. ky didn’t want Rogers anywhere near him – hero or otherwise.
“ Not going back. ” Saying more was advisable, but not necessarily worth an elaboration. Ky already knew Roger’s mind was set on getting him back where he ‘belonged’ one way or another. “ —– Don’t want to go back. “ not if he had a choice at least. “ You can’t make me. ”
“ ….. has anyone ever told you that you have a really uncanny ability to somehow make things sound worse, even when you’re apologizing?” wasn’t that bad. jesus christ. “Ky, a handful isn’t acceptable.”
“i’ve been told that a few times.” actually, it was far more than once. several times in-fact. “a handful was simply the one’s who got in the way. if it had been up to me? well, it would have been close to a thousand, but…” he trailed off with a shrug. “you know how i dislike humans.”
Hellfirebound 