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Post by Ray on Feb 10, 2016 19:18:39 GMT -7
"Stark Tower it is!" Sam exclaims, and rocks himself forward off of the chair. "The hands have voted." He uses the table for balance, palms pushing flat onto the surface, but he never quite stands up completely straight. Bucky, on the other hand, is perfectly steady on his feet.
"I got him." Barton huffs out, slinging Sam's arm around his shoulders and they begin walking for the door. It's like watching two toddlers trying to support each other, both unsure of how feet actually work. Bucky hides his wry amusement by tugging on his leather jacket, the material fitting him so easily and so readily like it's a part of him. For so long, it has been. Nat disappears to pay their tab, and Bucky does his best to lead the drunk ducklings outside through the crowds and into a cab.
There's no chance in hell they're walking. Not when Bucky and Nat are the only ones left to keep this stumbling group in control. They could do it, they've handled worse, but it'd be easier in the back of a taxi than out on the open New York streets. Bucky whistles for a cab once they're out on the curb, the cold night air prickling at his cheeks, and watches as the headlights slow and pull over to their side.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Feb 10, 2016 19:41:01 GMT -7
Lexi and Teresa both laugh when Sam rocks himself off the chair. Lexi grabs her jacket from the seat and puts it on. She is actually a little bit more sober than Teresa is, or at least she was more steady on her feet than Teresa was. So Lexi made sure that she had hold of her cousin rather than letting her just walk off.
In honesty going home was probably not the best thing to do, Teresa had told Graeme that she was only going out for a couple of drinks and now she was possibly 50+ drinks over her limit and the last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this. So maybe she could text him and say that they were staying at the Plaza because Lexi was a little bit too drunk to bring him, it's not like he knew that her angel blood stopped her from getting drunk too much.
When they stepped out of the club, it was like this weight was lifted off the girls' shoulders. It always felt like that when they were in the club, it was like something was pressing them down and now they were outside, waiting for the cab that Bucky had whistled for, their heads were much clearer, or at least Lexi's was. Teresa was more drunk outside than she was inside. This definitely was going to be a very interesting trip to Stark Tower, especially when Lexi hasn't seen the inside of the place before.
And honesty she couldn't wait to see inside.
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Post by Ray on Feb 10, 2016 20:29:28 GMT -7
The cab comes to a halt, and they all pile into the backseat, squished into each other and laughing. Bucky is pressed against the door, the last to get in, with his metal arm slung across the back of the seat to make room. The driver just rolls his eyes, mutters something about charging extra, and drives them through the still-busy streets of New York back to Stark Tower.
The bodyguard stationed at the door gives them an equally exasperated arch of a brow, but opens the door for them without asking a single question. Bucky's sure he's seen plenty of Tony's own drunken escapades to stop worrying about a few far-from-sober SHIELD stumbling into the lobby. "Welcome to Stark Tower." He says, noticing the few who don't visit here on a daily basis and regarding them with a slight tip of his head.
"Well thank you." Sam grins, sunglasses perched lazily on the bridge of his nose.
They make their way to the private elevator, and Bucky slides Sam's card over the reader to open the doors (having fished it out of his pocket with a loose hand and a quick flirtatious tease from Sam who probably thought it was Lexi). The elevator gives a quiet whir as the gears lower the elevator car, and they wait for a moment for it to make it's long trek down. The doors open with a quiet chirp, and they pile in much like they pushed themselves into the taxi; all at once.
Nat snickers quietly to herself, the last to step in, and reaches over to press the floor number. A blue holographic shield spins upon the touch screen, and locks into place with the exact flair for the dramatic that Tony is known for. The doors are just about to close, when a hand suddenly swipes along the interior sensors, and they open wide once more.
Nat looks up, expecting Tony or, hell, Steve come back from his mission in Morocco, probably tanned and blonder than ever; but a different figure stands on the other side of the threshold. And her heart leaps into her throat.
"Sorry," Raya speaks after a second, her green eyes glancing over the plethora of drunks all cramped into the elevator. She takes a careful step back on a black heel, and her eyes halt on Natalia. "I'll take the next one." She says with an veiled smile, but the point of an incisor is visible behind nude lips.
"Nonsense!" Barton calls out over Lexi's head, one hand on Sam's shoulder as the man leans back heavily against the steel wall. "Join the party. I'm sure Tony is boring the shit out of you tonight if you're still here this late."
Bucky's blue eyes scan over her; from her long, muscled legs wrapped in tight, black pants, to the open grey blazer revealing the opaque-white tank top beneath, to the long black hair falling in waves to her chest. Her shoulders are broad, the sleeves of her jacket barely hiding the muscle hidden beneath, her stare intelligent, and her vague smile directed at Nat only.
Raya bows her head thankfully and steps into the elevator, standing easily at 6'3" with the heels. Bucky finds his back straightening. The gears on his arm shift beneath the sleeve of his leather jacket.
"Floor?" Nat asks, but doesn't look at the woman as Raya comes to stand beside her, the only space available.
"Stark's."
"Don't tell her we're having fun without her." Sam pipes up, grinning. "She doesn't like it when we don't invite her."
"I'll keep your secret." Raya replies, a hint of amusement in her words as the doors close.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Feb 10, 2016 20:50:41 GMT -7
Both Lexi and Teresa are in the cab but with how squashed everyone is, Teresa is pretty sure that she almost ends up in Barton's lap while Lexi is almost in Nat's. Not that Nat isn't a very beautiful woman but she was sure the red head didn't want Lexi sitting on her lap. So she then looked up to see that she was pretty much squashed against Barton on the other side. It was pretty awkward and yeah she just wanted to get out.
When they arrived at Stark Tower, she tilted her head back, after they got out, and looked up and had to admit, even when drunk... It still was a very ugly building. Not that she was going to tell anyone that's what she really thought. She walked in with Teresa who was laughing, it really was bad. Lexi gave the guard a smile before walking over to the elevator and waiting. Keeping Teresa standing was harder than it needed to be. It definitely was a good thing that they weren't going back to their towns.
The last thing Lexi needed was to get Teresa home and see the disappointed look on Graeme's face. The elevator doors opened up and they all squashed into it and she honestly couldn't wait to get Teresa sat down and maybe a coffee down in her system, sober her up a little bit. But it still was funny, especially with everyone else around them.
The doors opened up once more and she looked up to see the last woman joining them, after a bit of persuading. Then out of nowhere Teresa piped up and said.
"I know you" she was looking at Raya with a soft smile, or as least as soft as she could make it through being drunk.
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Post by Ray on Feb 10, 2016 21:11:58 GMT -7
The elevator lifts smoothly, despite the incident that occurred only a few months ago, but Sam and Barton still sway with the motion, bumping into Bucky's shoulder. He doesn't notice, his eyes fixed on the back of Raya's head, a familiar feeling filling the bottom of his belly. The same feeling he'd had the first time he saw her on the surveillance camera recording Tony's tests. Cautious, weary, and suspicious. The way she stands is too familiar; the confident slant of her shoulders, the not-so-modest gap between her feet, steadying her stance, the lift of her chin. She's standing close to Nat, a product of the confined space, but they both seem so at ease...
Teresa speaks, and Bucky flicks his gaze towards her.
Raya glances over, a dark brow ticking upwards. "Yes, you do," She replies. "Nice to see you again, Miss Atwood." She asks, casually, but it sounds strange. Like someone playing through the motions but their attention is elsewhere. "You as well, Miss Romanova." Raya adds on, smoothly, and it's the first genuine thing Bucky's heard her say so far. Nat turns her head slightly towards her, grey eyes settling on Raya's striking profile.
She says nothing, but inclines her head back to the side as her eyes face forward once more, and a new curve finds it's way to her red lips.
"Wait..." Barton pipes up, lifting a finger in the air. "Ho-o-ow...?" He draws out, pointing between Raya and Teresa. But he's interrupted by the ping of the door opening on Steve's floor. Raya steps easily to the side, letting the train of people exit passed her.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Feb 10, 2016 21:26:46 GMT -7
Teresa gives Raya a smile when she speaks and then nods. She knew she had seen her before but it's been a while since she was in the Lab that she was pretty sure she would've forgotten the way to it. Especially seeing as Teresa was pretty much recruited for SHIELD after that training in the lab with the bow. Oh god that bow... "It's nice to see you again too"
Lexi raises her eyebrow at Teresa, it's like the girl just picks up strangers. She is pretty sure that Teresa knows everyone, she's forever saying hello or goodbye to someone. She guessed it was the way that Teresa was, always polite and smiling.
Teresa looks in Barton's direction when he speaks and she pushes her brows together as if she was sizing up the answer and whether or not she wanted to give it to Barton. It was probably better if he didn't ever find out that she had helped Tony Stark out on a couple things. But god she loved that bow.. The door pinged open and everyone moved out of the elevator and into Steve's apartment. Teresa headed straight for the couch and falling backwards onto it. "It's just as uncomfortable as I remember" she said out loud to Bucky and gave him a very drunk smile.
Lexi however was looking around and couldn't help the fact that her mouth was open at the sight of this apartment, it was freaking huge and definitely impressive. But then again this place was so much better than the silly dorm room she had back on campus, man she hated not having her own place.
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Post by Ray on Feb 10, 2016 21:44:14 GMT -7
Bucky steps in between Natalia and Raya, the second to last to leave the elevator upon the floor that he calls home. At least, the floor that Steve calls home. For the time being. He glances back, briefly, and only catches the barest trace of a whisper between the two women.
Nat is a step behind him, exiting the elevator as if nothing had happened in those few short seconds, already pulling off her shoes and discarding them right next to Steve's sneakers. Bucky looks at her for a moment, and Nat just raises a questioning brow at him. "Chto eto?" She asks, standing up straight and fixing the falling sleeve back onto her shoulder.
"Nichego." Bucky replies with a shake of his head, and moves away from the entry-hall. Sam and Barton are arguing in the kitchen, cabinets opening and the clink of glasses distantly echoing throughout the quiet apartment. Manhattan glitters on the other side of the tinted window, the only thing giving light to the inside of the apartment. And, frankly, it's enough. He catches Teresa's words and a small smile fills his lips as he saunters down the two steps leading into the sitting area. She's already sprawled across the couch, looking damn comfortable for someone calling the couch uncomfortable. It is, though. He won't lie. "You don't seem all that bothered by it." He comments in a slight tease, shrugging out of his leather jacket and tossing it with his metal hand over the back of the chair. He presses his palms flat down on either side, hips inclining slightly to the side.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Feb 10, 2016 22:01:54 GMT -7
Teresa closes her eyes and leans her head back against the arm of the couch. The last time she had stayed here, she had ended up in three different places, first the couch, then moving to Sam's room and then in the end ended up in Steve's bed. Not that she minded because it was more comfortable than Sam's anyway. She could hear Sam and Barton arguing in the kitchen and she was well aware of the fact that Lexi was dumbstruck by the apartment but this definitely isn't the first or second time that she's been in here, but she was sure that she was the same when she had first come to the apartment.
She heard Bucky's voice and opened her eyes to see he was standing over her, it was a cute sight. A grin pulled at her lips after he spoke and she couldn't help but wink at him. In honesty she was so drunk that this couch could actually be the flying carpet from Aladdin and she would still love the bloody thing. She closed her eyes back up before she said. "I shouldn't drink," then opened her eyes up and looked right up at him once more. "It makes me horny" she whispered the last bit so he would get it and a grin took over her lips once more.
Well she shouldn't get drunk because it makes her horny. Drinking was pretty normal to her but when she was three sheets to the wind then she was definitely horny. She kept her eyes on him and pulled a lip in between her teeth before grinning again. Teresa sat up and took her purse off over her shoulder and then removed her jacket before putting it down on the floor. This couch was officially Teresa's and there was no way in hell that she was going to get up from it. Even if it was comfortable.
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Post by Ray on Feb 10, 2016 22:13:42 GMT -7
She grins up at him, looking far too innocent and smiley for a girl who'd just drank half a bar in less than two hours. It reminds him of someone, someone long in the past, who'd drink two sips of cheap whiskey and suddenly became the belle of the ball. The smile on his lips pulls a little further, and strands of hair tucked behind his ear fall loose as he looks down at her.
Bucky's brows dart upwards at her words, the smile shifting into a mild look of surprise at just how honest she'd become, pretending to be so smooth and charming as she pulls herself out of her jacket. "Really, now?" He replies, bobbing his head once, his voice low and peppered with amusement. Now she definitely reminds him of someone. He settles down onto his elbows on the top of the cushions, arms crossing over each other and body bending closer. "Sounds like quite an issue."
"We got jager," Barton blurts out, appearing from the kitchen carrying two bottles in his hands and looking unsteady on his feet as he practically trips down the stairs into the sitting area. He catches himself by sheer luck, but doesn't even acknowledge it. "And schnapps."
"Oh god, neither." Nat comments, hands pressing into her back as she stretches out the kinks.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Feb 10, 2016 22:34:54 GMT -7
Teresa watches him and then pulls her lip in between her teeth once more. This was actually the first time she's really been honest about something like this but she actually didn't feel embarrassed or nothing. She probably will tomorrow but that was tomorrow and this was tonight. Tonight she was feeling pretty good. She was going to regret it tomorrow with the massive hangover she was going to get but right now she was living in the moment plus she wasn't sure when this would happen again. Her SHIELD schedule was a nightmare. She watched as he settled on his elbows and smiled to herself. "It definitely is that..." a grin pulled at her lips and she was about to say something else when Teresa heard Barton's voice.
She put her attention on Barton as he came, or rather fell down the stairs, into the living room area. "Nothing for me, I'm already hating the headache I'm going to get tomorrow" she smiles before putting her head back on the arm of the couch. Plus being drunk meant this couch was actually comfortable, even if it was the complete opposite.
Teresa looks over and sees that Lexi is talking to Sam about something, she couldn't quite hear what it is but she was actually glad to see her cousin here with her. She slowly moves her eyes away from Lexi and up to Bucky, a grin pulling at her lips. Plus she was sure that drinking anymore alcohol would just lay her flat on her stomach. No, even Teresa knows her limits. She was drunk already, the last thing she wanted to do was get extra extra drunk. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
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Post by Ray on Feb 10, 2016 22:57:51 GMT -7
Barton mouth drops into a frown at being shot down twice, the bottles still held aloft in his hands like someone still might agree to join him for a few more shots and bad mistakes. "Aw c'mon." Barton groans, head cocking to the side and knees giving a needy bounce. Bucky shifts his eyes away from Teresa up to Barton in a slow blink, the smile fading a little from the edges of his mouth. "Ya'll are no fun."
"Says the one too afraid to dance." Nat titters out, stepping right passed him and to the coffee table. She picks up the empty beer bottles from earlier, clutching each by the neck between her fingers, and turning for the kitchen to dump them in the trash.
"Mmph." Barton grumbles, and sets the bottles determinedly onto the surface of the wooden table. "Bucky, you'll at least have a shot, right?" He asks, dropping down to a knee to pull open the top on the jager. Bucky huffs out a breath and slowly stands straight, shoulder rolling back and arms relaxing.
"No thanks." He replies. And Barton throws his head back slightly before flicking the bottle cap onto the table in exasperation. "I think I have better ways to end my night." He pushes himself away from the couch with one final look towards Teresa, turning on the heel of his combat boots towards the hallway directly to his left, leading down to the gym.
"Figures. Sam. Shot glasses!" Barton yells out.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Feb 10, 2016 23:15:14 GMT -7
Teresa looks up when Barton groans and she gives him a smile. In honesty she hadn't come back to drink, just to get some sleep. But it seems like Barton was eager to drink some more, she huffed out a laugh before she pulled her lip in between her teeth. She was actually pretty good with staying right here on the couch.
When no one said they would drink with Barton, Lexi huffed out a soft laugh. "I'll drink with you Barton" she said and then looked over at Sam to hand over over a shot glass for her. She was more than fine with drinking with him, especially if he was determined to throw the stuff down his throat.
Teresa looked up at Bucky and raised her eyebrow. She understood what he was saying, a smile pulled at her lips once more and she watched as he moved away from the couch and disappeared from her view. She waited a moment before she stood up. "I'll be back in a minute" she said and gave Barton and Lexi a smile before she too disappeared down the hallway that led to the gym. Training when drunk didn't actually sound appealing but if that's what was going to happen then she was fine with that. Especially if it actually helped her if she ever needed to fight when she was drunk...
Not that she ever expected that to happen of course.
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Post by Ray on Feb 11, 2016 0:12:10 GMT -7
Bucky rolls up the cuffs of his short sleeves to his shoulders, his dark hair already drawn back in a loose ponytail. Strands of his dark hair find their way back into his face as he steadies the punching bag with light fingers, feeling coarse fabric against his skin. The door to the gym opens, and he glances briefly to the side, not all too surprised to see Teresa wobbling in here like a deer. "You didn't have to follow me." He muses, a hint of a smile on his lips as he rubs chalk into the knuckles of his human hand, blue eyes lowering to the small tub nestled on a metal shelf drawn haphazardly into the training area. "Unless you think you're steady enough to train."
Which he knows she isn't. Learning to fight when your senses have abandoned you is a good skill, and it's damn sure to sober her up quickly, but she could also end up puking all over the mat and all over him and neither option sounds appealing.
Then again, he could call it penance for her missing the last several weeks of their training and disappearing into the wind.
He wraps white tape around his knuckles, and turns his eyes back towards her. "Or did you just want to watch?" He adds on with a slow blink.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Feb 11, 2016 7:45:25 GMT -7
Teresa looks over at him when he speaks and then huffs out a scoff. "What? And watch Barton knock back Jager? Definitely not what I need to watch" she teased softly. The last thing she needed to watch was Sam, Lexi and Barton having more shots and listening as they try to compete against each other. It was cute in the club but you leave that there, plus she had every intention of sleeping when she got back here but the three in the living room definitely wasn't going to lighten up until that bottle was gone.
She raised her eyebrow when he said about her being steady enough to train. "Noo" she said and shook her head. "I'm anything but steady" she laughed softly and looked down at the floor. Drunk, definitely. Tired, maybe, but steady, hell no. It took her a moment to remember just what she had to do to get into this damn room. She looked up and around the place again. She had been in here a few times but the more she went out with SHIELD, the less time Teresa had here with Bucky to train up. It was taking a gamble but in the end it could actually pay off.
Teresa nodded. "Watching is probably the best thing to do right now" she admitted with a smile. "I'll try not to puke on your floor" she teased. But in honesty she's never done it before, so she guessed she would be fine but training was definitely a no-go. But it would definitely be hot to watch Bucky train. At that thought a smile pulled at her lips and she cleared her throat, pushing away every thought that was running through her mind right now. She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit down on it.
"I'll just uh.." she waved her hand to the floor, indicating that she would sit on the floor, if she could get down there of course.
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