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Post by Ray on Nov 14, 2016 20:45:08 GMT -7
Mystic reminds him of Waverly, in a weird unexpected way. Every small town in the US has its familiar quirks -- and maybe it's because he's seen a million of them and they all start to blend into one swirling mass in the deep recesses of his mind, but between the little colonial houses separated only by yellowing trees and the American flags hanging from porch stoops well into dusk, Barton half expects to round a bend in the narrow road and see two boys chasing each other with sticks held high.
They used to smash pumpkins in the street this time of year. The rotting ones never broke as cleanly, but they always made a bigger mess. His hands would stay stained orange for two days after.
The rented Lincoln follows the curve, but only a gas station greets him on the other side. He exhales a slow sigh of relief.
"Not too late to break open the bottle of vodka." Natalia says from the passenger seat. He glances in her direction, catching sight of her relaxed pose and her watchful stare. She has her bare feet on the dash, her black heels resting haphazardly on the floor of the car right next to the bottle of hooch wrapped in red ribbon. Her offer is tempting, and he hates that fact.
"You're a bad influence." Barton retorts, turning off the main road onto a side street. He can't remember the last time he celebrated Thanksgiving without a bottle of rum in one hand and an ice pack for a bloodied nose in the other. He doesn't do well with holidays. Never has. But he's been clean for a month and a half now, something that even surprises him, and he's not willing to break that streak now.
"You're tense." She replies matter-of-factly, turning her gaze out the window as they approach a three story brick building. "And I know how much you hate these things."
"I'll live."
They pull into the parking lot of the apartment building, and Nat slips on her heels before they walk up to the second floor. The air smells like salt water and pumpkin pie, and the town is quiet for being so filled to the brim with turkey-high relatives. After living in Bed-Stuy for over a year now, the absolute silence is disconcerting. A part of him misses the clash of voices and cars. Somehow, it makes it easier to think, or not think at all. Nat knocks on the door with a light fist before tucking a lock of her red hair behind her ear, glancing in his direction once more. It's the first time Barton has seen Teresa face to face in nearly three months, maybe more. Back when Barton was still working for SHIELD, these reunions seemed easier. They'd split a case of beer, bust each others balls, and usually end up competitive and drunk trying to out-shoot each other. But Nat is right -- he is tense. Too much has changed in too little time, and a part of him is starting to wonder why he even agreed to this in the first place.
"Wait." Nat mutters out of the blue as the door is just beginning to open, and Barton arches a brow as she lifts a hand to his face. She peels off the small band-aid under his left eye in one quick tug, leaving his skin stinging. Barton hisses lightly, pressing his fingertips to the sore spot, but Nat has already fixed her attention ahead once more.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 14, 2016 21:14:35 GMT -7
To say that this wasn't going to be a long day would be a lie. Teresa had a late night before of -ahem- things and when she woke up this morning she had pretty much looked like she had been pulled through a hedge backwards but today was also about the people that they would be sharing Thanksgiving with. Graeme definitely was happy to hear that Teresa had invited Steve and that he would be turning up.
She was tired, there was no doubt about that and mostly because of the fact that she had kept hitting her toes on the corners of the kitchen or the coffee table and even the legs of the bed. Graeme would hear a fucking hell coming from the bedroom and probably would end up laughing to himself. But that was what she guessed would happen because of the fact that she didn't have any shoes or socks on her feet.
Teresa had decided today would be a day where she would dressed relaxingly. Her hair in a ponytail at the top of her head, a black top that would leave one shoulder blare bare and a blue pair of jeans. She was hungry too and this food smelt so good that she wanted to forget the others and eat it all herself. In fact she was actually half tempted to text everyone and say that something came up. But of course her friends had said that they would be arriving so she definitely would have to plate them up some food.
This was the first time she would see Barton since Independence Day in Stark Tower, or rather on the top of the tower, she wasn't sure what she was really expecting but whatever it was it made her feel a little bit nervous. Maybe it was the fact that she was cooking for everyone. God she hoped that she didn't give them food poisoning because that would be really embarrassing if she did. Her phone buzzed and she saw it was a message from Jackson and she was about to reply when there was a knock at the door. Charlie, the dog, barked happily and ran towards the door before back to Teresa and then followed her to the door.
Teresa quickly sent a message to Jackson and she nudged Charlie a little back away from the door with her foot before shoving the cell into her pocket and opening the door up. It was Barton and Nat. A smile lit up her face. "You guys made i.. Oh hang on" she said and then leaned down and grabbed Charlie's collar before she opened the door wider. "Come in" she said and once they were in she shut the door and let the dog go. He sniffed them and then moved away back into the living room part of the apartment.
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Post by Ray on Nov 14, 2016 21:46:38 GMT -7
Barton plants on a smile when the door opens to reveal Teresa, and forces any anxieties as far back in his mind as he possibly can. He can face down a dozen assholes with Uzis any day of the week, but a small town Thanksgiving with a friend he's grown distant from is what's making his nerves jumble into a mess. He contemplates that drink again, but shakes away the thought as Natalia steps ahead of him into the open apartment with a bright smile and a hug for Teresa. "This is for you," Nat speaks, filling Barton's uncharacteristic silence with pleasantries. She holds out the bottle of vodka, straight from Moscow, to Teresa as Barton follows her in, his blue eyes scanning the apartment. It's more of a loft, and far more spacious for back-country Connecticut than he expected. Actually, he has no idea what he expected. In the past when it came to Teresa, he only ever thought of her as existing in his own apartment. Anywhere else just seemed foreign and strange.
"I...forgot the mashed potatoes." Barton admits, drawing his attention away from the bare-brick walls and the large living room back to the two women standing ahead of him. "I got caught up." It's a bad excuse, but not far from the truth. He spent three hours the night before dangling from a rope caught around his ankle.
Barton doesn't miss the annoyed glint in Nat's eye when she briefly looks back at him, but she's quickly putting a smile back on and brushing past the situation with a shrug and a "He would have used a box mix anyway. Neither one of us can cook."
"Is Sam he-" Barton begins, scratching at the back of his neck, but is cut off when he notices movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Hello!" A voice calls out, and Barton turns his head to look as a recognizable sweater-ed and bearded man walks into the room with a wide smile. "Sorry, I didn't even hear the door." Graeme continues, walking swiftly to Teresa's side. "Natalia, correct?" He holds out a hand for Nat, who takes a hold of it and gives it a courteous shake.
"Call me Nat. Much less of a mouthful." She says with a slightly crooked smile.
"Nat." Graeme repeats, and Barton has to hold back an eye-roll by instead looking at the dog. "And Clint. Good to see you again." Graeme nods, but doesn't make a move to shake hands. Instead, Barton lifts his own into a half-wave.
"Yup."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 14, 2016 22:03:48 GMT -7
Teresa gave a hug back to Nat and couldn't help but admit that she always smelt so damn good and that nothing she ever brought came close to smelling that good. She really was going to have to ask her where she got her perfume from but now definitely wasn't the time to do that. She dropped her eyes down to the bottle that Nat was holding out and smiled. "You really are a beauty" she said and looked up at her before taking the bottle. She was about to answer when Barton asked if Sam was here yet but of course she was cut off by Graeme coming to her side and in that moment she felt so short compared to him but of course he would say her shortness was cute.
She turned to her boyfriend and said "Nat brought the vodka which I'm going to enjoy drinking" she said in a tease before she looked over at Barton who waved, it was odd that Graeme shook Nat's hand but not Barton's. A part of her wanted to know what happened but the other half of her told her that today definitely wasn't the day for getting into things like this. "You want any of this Nat?" she asked and gave the bottle a slight shake before smiling once more. The one thing that Teresa wasn't doing today was drinking. She actually wanted to enjoy this, Teresa never knew when she would actually be called into work so the last thing she needed was to be drunk whenever she got the call.
Plus she could go without drinking and Graeme never drank so that was a plus but she couldn't say that about the rest of the group. Teresa pretty much had a bar stocked up in the kitchen. Between Bucky, Barton and possibly Katherine she needed to have a full bar. But only two of the three would be drinking today. It would be interesting to see who actually drank the most while being here. No doubt Katherine would walk in, like she has done before, and end up grabbing the whiskey. Maybe her and Bucky would actually get on. But then again there was the fact that she looked too much like Lexi that would probably put him off.
"Drinks?" she said after a moment getting rid of the thoughts of Kat and Bucky and even Lexi for a while.
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Post by Ray on Nov 14, 2016 22:30:28 GMT -7
"Oh, no not right now." Natalia replies to Teresa's offer with a small shake of her head and a quiet wry laugh, wisely declining a drink that's 100 proof before dinner even begins. "But if you have wine..."
"I'll get you a glass," Graeme answers swiftly, "White or red?"
"Red. Thank you." Nat smiles in return.
"Anyone else?" Graeme asks, taking a step back towards the kitchen. His gaze lands once more on Barton, almost expectantly. He knows he should expect that. After all, the last time they'd met, Barton had been on a two day whiskey-drinking streak and ended up challenging everyone to a push-up contest. Which he also lost. Barton has never been the King of good first impressions, but Graeme's introduction to his unique lifestyle had been a memorable one.
"I'm good." Barton responds with a tight-lipped smile. Graeme nods his head once and rubs his palms together as he looks to Teresa for just a fraction of a second, almost searching for guidance in an already awkward situation, before turning to the kitchen. With attention off of them for a single moment, Nat jabs her elbow sharply into the space beneath Barton's ribs, catching him off-guard and right in a tender spot still sore from the night before. He chokes out a huff of a breath, but tries to suck it all back in before Teresa gets a chance to notice. Even when he wasn't keeping secrets about his day-to-day life, the routine injuries from his line of work always made Teresa fuss over him -- whether sympathetically or, more commonly, in annoyance. But now more than ever, having a bruised rib meant telling a lot longer of a story than he wanted to during Thanksgiving dinner. Especially when the legality of his actions would put Nat in the awkward position of having to arrest him.
Wouldn't be the first time, but...still.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 14, 2016 22:43:13 GMT -7
Wine they definitely had. In fact she brought a couple of bottles of wine the day before to add to the collection they had. Why they actually had any was beyond her. But she kept it in for moments like this. Teresa smiled at Graeme when he offered to get the wine. She was going to end up drinking the Coke she had also brought. They already had a few Dr Pepper drinks so Barton could have that. Or if he didn't want that just yet, Teresa had made some coffee and had been chugging it back since she got up early.
She felt Graeme's eyes on her for a second and she pushed her eyebrows together before she watched him walk into the kitchen area before moving her brown eyes back to look at Nat and Barton. "Well you are welcome to sit down on the couch" she said around a soft laugh and then felt her cell vibrate in her pocket once more. "I'm sorry about this" she said and then grabbed her cell and saw that it was Katherine. The dark haired vampire was going to be a little late and she found that rather odd for someone who was so fast but she guessed it was something to do with some Katherine business that Teresa didn't get in the middle of anymore. She shoved her cell back into her pocket and then looked back up at Nat and Barton.
"You really are welcome to sit, while I put this in the kitchen" she said and smiled before moving back towards the kitchen area and putting the bottle on the side. Her eyes fell on Graeme "Kat is going to be a little late but she will no doubt make an entrance" she said with a smile and grabbed her coffee cup and filled it up before she checked on the food. Her stomach was growling and she just wished that she could tuck into it but it was nearly done and not only that they had to wait for the others to turn up. Teresa the whispered to Graeme softly. "Be nice to Barton" she then gave him the signal that she would be watching him before a grin pulled at her lips.
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 13:25:20 GMT -7
Graeme laughs softly, tipping a bottle of red wine to fill a glass for Natalia. "If she didn't make an entrance, I would genuinely be surprised." He admits, setting the bottle aside. Graeme doesn't know Katherine all that well, considering that she's always up to something and those somethings aren't always good, but there are a few things Graeme knows well. Katherine's innate ability to be at the center of attention without even trying is one of those things. It's impressive, really. Like gravity.
"I'm not trying to be rude." Graeme sighs out, trying not to smile at Teresa's comical expression. "I just...have no idea how to gauge him." He admits, glancing in the direction of the living room. Steven Rogers is one thing, but Barton is impossible to read. Between the surly comments, lack of self-preservation, and apparent dislike for him, Graeme is convinced that Barton doesn't really want to be figured out. At least not by Graeme. "But I'll be nice." He replies, giving Teresa a warm and reassuring smile.
"Why did you do that?" Barton lets out in a hushed but pained voice as soon as Teresa is out of earshot, a little relieved by her sudden disappearance. It gives him a chance to press his palm to the sore spot on his abdomen and bend at the waist to alleviate the pain. Nat has always been quick to smack the shit out of him -- more so when they were working side by side as partners for SHIELD than now, and usually for a good reason, but always right where it already hurts. Like when she found out he was sleeping with the daughter of their informant or when he accidentally set off every alarm in a building they were stealthily trying to break in to. But besides the weird tension between him and Graeme, Barton has no idea why she decided to hit him.
Nat looks at him with an unamused eye. "You're being an ass."
Barton considers arguing for half a second, but when Nat curves her brow even higher, silently daring him to, he just shrugs instead. "I never said I'd be nicer sober. But I could be worse."
With a roll of her grey eyes and a shake of her head, Nat takes a few steps toward the couch. "You're impossible." With a huff of a laugh, Barton stands straight once more to stretch out his back and suck in a deep breath.
"I know."
Their conversation is interrupted by a few quick knocks on the front door and Teresa's dog's joyful barking in return.
"That'll be the rest of the gang." Nat comments, dropping heavily onto the cushions of the couch and promptly crossing her legs at the knee.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 14:04:01 GMT -7
Teresa had to laugh. Katherine was really the drama Queen without really trying, she guessed it was down to the fact that she was over 700 years old and probably wasn't ever told no. But then again she had to admit that it did make things interesting and maybe a little overwhelming. She wasn't sure just how it was going to go down when Katherine did turn up especially when the appearance was startling with Lexi. But if she could handle it then she was sure that the others would be able too.
She looked over at Graeme when he said about the fact that he didn't know how to gauge Barton. If she was being honest she didn't know how to keep her friendship with Barton. When they first met they had talked non-stop about archery and she had even ended up in his basement at his range and it really took from there but now it just seems like things were always getting in the way. There was always some big thing that was happening and she didn't know how to really deal with the fact that her friendship with Barton was going down the toilet faster than anything she's ever encountered. Teresa moved her eyes over and looked at Graeme when he said that he would be nice to him.
Teresa walked over said softly "That's why I love you" she said and kissed his cheek before the sound of the door went and Charlie started barking. She looked at Graeme once more "I'm pretty sure your best friend is here" she said and put the mug down on the counter before moving towards the door. Charlie at her feet once more. He circled around her before going to the door as she tried to open it. Teresa gently held onto his collar and opened the door. It was weird, the dog always barked when someone knocked on the door but if Teresa or Graeme came through the door the dog was silent apart from the wagging of his tail and moving to the door. He was probably used to them by now.
"Come in" she said and moved backwards to let the others in.
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 14:50:52 GMT -7
Barton has never been more relieved to see Sam in his life than when Teresa opens the door and his friend is standing on the other side -- one arm cradling a sweet potato pie and the other holding onto the door frame like a crutch. He's dressed to the nines in a black suit, but sometime during the day his tie loosened itself around his throat and now hangs crookedly down the middle of his chest.
"Hee-eey!" Sam exclaims loudly, grinning wide. "Happy Thanksgivi-i-ing!"
"He drank a whole bottle of wine at our first dinner of the day." Steve explains almost apologetically, guiding Sam in with a hand upon his shoulder. "Hey Teresa. Graeme." He smiles as they step through the doorway, almost immediately taking the pie from Sam with careful hands and quick reflexes before it has a chance to end up on the carpet. "Thanks for inviting us, and sorry for being a little late. Had to stop in New York on our way back from D.C."
"My fault." A third voice joins the conversation, and it's only then that Barton notices Bucky lingering in the doorway. Unlike Steve or Sam, or even hell Barton who threw on a black wool sweater over his usual trademark t-shirt, Bucky didn't dress up at all for the occasion. He threw on an unbuttoned red dress-shirt at the last minute, revealing the black tank-top underneath that must have been purchased at the same place Steve buys his too-tight button-ups -- of which he's currently struggling not to burst out of. His dark hair is pulled away from his face in a loose, messy bun, but strands still find their way into his ice-blue eyes. He closes the door behind him with his metal hand.
"Oh, no worries." Graeme replies, smiling practically from ear to ear as he joins the group back in the living room, supplying Nat with her glass of wine. "Just glad you all could come."
"And bring drunk Sam with you. I love drunk Sam." Barton snorts. Just as pleased, Sam points a finger at him and winks.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 15:09:27 GMT -7
Teresa practically jumps and nearly lets go of Charlie's collar when Sam exclaims loudly and is actually happy that no one can hear him or even hear them in the apartment. Well she had to admit that it was going to be interesting with a drunk Sam and now she was so happy that she made enough coffee to actually supply the five thousand because it looked like Sam was going to need it by the time he made it to the couch. She let Charlie go and stood up straight and smiled to both Steve and Bucky before putting her brown eyes on the former.
"Actually we're waiting on someone else and she's going to be a little late too so otherwise you're actually a little early" If Teresa was honest she could just imagine Katherine lurking around just to be fashionably late and make an entrance after all she did tell her that they would be having guests and to be good for a few hours. Katherine had promised that she would in fact be good and Teresa had snorted at the fact to which Katherine seemed a little insulted but just pouted and took Teresa's pie away.
Teresa looked over to Barton when he said he loved a drunk Sam and actually could see that he was living through Sam but then again she didn't say anything because of the fact that today was going to be so stress-free and easy that she would smile and say it was a piece of cake. She leaned a bit closer to Steve and said "I think someone is going to need some coffee" she said with a smile before patting him on the shoulder and moving towards the kitchen. Even if Sam sobered up a little bit it would be enough to make sure that this day went smoothly.
She reached another mug and poured some of the black stuff into it. "So, where was your first lunch too?" she asked over the counter to Steve and raised her eyebrow forgetting to ask Sam when he had commented on Facebook about having three dinners to go too. But Teresa guessed that it wouldn't probably be that many for Steve and Bucky unless they had been asked to go to Sam's mom's or something. Now she knew they would have to be on their best behaviour for that. If, of course, that was where Sam would be heading next. Three meals? That would be too much even for Teresa's stomach.
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -7
Steve guides Sam with a light hand towards the couch, but Sam willingly takes the initiative to sit down beside Nat with a quiet groan. Sam doesn't get drunk often, despite how often they drink when all members of the old team are under the same roof. A sad fact, really, when Sam is by far the most fun to be around when he is drunk. Unlike Barton's sudden competitive spike and Nat's sudden reversion to an angry Russian, Sam gets the lead out of his legs and finds the nearest source of music to dance to.
It's also incredibly easy to get him to flirt with the nearest thing, human or otherwise.
Nat extends her glass of wine high to keep it from spilling at the sudden imbalance of weight on the cushions, to which Barton makes the trip around the back of the couch to try and guide her hand and glass back towards Sam's cheery face. "No, no no no, he does not need any more." Nat tuts, and shoves Barton's hand away with a knowing glare.
Steve laughs a little as he rolls up his sleeves, but Teresa's question draws his attention towards the kitchen and her. "Oh uh, the White House, actually."
"Wait, what?" Barton blurts out, furrowing his brows in surprise. "You left dinner at the White House for this?" Graeme glances to him with raised, unsure brows, and Barton quickly clears his throat to backpedal. "No offense. I just...y'know...the President."
"Oy vey." Nat breaths out around the lip of her glass before drinking a few swallows.
"It was a casual dinner. More of a quick lunch, really." Steve says, downplaying things as usual with a casual shrug.
"Do you think Obama liked me? I think he liked me." Sam pipes up, slumping further into the couch cushions. "I'm damn likeable."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 15:53:29 GMT -7
Teresa nearly drops the coffee mug when Steve said that it was the White House. The White fucking House of all places. Of course they would end up there. She gave a pout as she walked over to the living room. "I want to have Thanksgiving at the House White" she said and then turned to look at Sam when he asked if anyone thought that Obama liked him and rather than say anything negative she said "I'm sure you're his new best friend" she said and then handed him the drink, well actually she put it on the coffee table in front of him actually worried that it would end up all over the couch.
She was going to say something else but then heard the front door close and she looked in the direction of the door not actually hearing anyone knock on it but then against she guessed that Katherine could easily turn the lock anyway. Teresa sighed, it looked like they might end up having to get another door handle.
"The cute ones here!" a voice belonging to a dark haired woman called out and she grinned at Teresa then gave a slight frown. "You really ought to lock your door, you never know who can walk right in and I doubt your deputy will stop them" she then looked over at Graeme and gave him a smile too. "No offense Graeme" she huffed out before putting her eyes back onto Teresa.
Teresa cleared her throat and then said under her breath about the fact that the door probably was locked as she did see Bucky shut it with his metal hand. That made Katherine raise an eyebrow at Teresa before she walked over.
"I did bring more wine" she held up the bottle and it was then that she realized that Teresa had company and she had only just moved her eyes down to look at them. Katherine had heard about Teresa's new circle but never had she actually laid eyes on them until today and now she suddenly knew why Teresa spent so much time with her new friends. Mostly because of the fact that they were all... Human. She could smell the blood of them all but she could smell more blood coming from one of males and she moved her eyes down and saw a dark haired male that actually looked really hot but she could smell the blood coming from him more than the others and she cleared her throat before looking at Teresa. She knew what Teresa could see when she was looking at her, the dark veins moving up under her skin.
"Dear god" Teresa said out loud and then cleared her throat "I haven't taken the pie out!" she said and then grabbed Katherine's hand. "Help me" she said and dragged her towards the kitchen.
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 16:30:30 GMT -7
"I may...or may not have stolen an ash tray." Steve admits, cringing a little at his own actions as he digs a hand into the pocket of his black slacks. Sam's mouth is already widening into a shocked 'O' before Steve has even pulled free an ornate glass ash-tray. On the bottom, an engraving of the White House seal reflects in the light. With a stabbing motion, Sam points straight at him and gasps dramatically.
"How dare-from the President!"
"Shhh." Nat says, slowly pushing Sam's hand back down. "Drink your coffee."
"No, no, drink more wine and tell me about Obama." Barton argues, quickly snatching Nat's wine glass while she's distracted to place in Sam's hand. Forgetting Steve's transgression with a simple bait and switch, Sam shrugs, and sips the wine. Nat opens her mouth, ready to chew off Barton's skull straight from his spine, when a new voice interrupts the quickly growing mayhem. Silence falls on the apartment once more as all eyes turn towards the newcomer, only to find a face that isn't really that new.
"Lexi?" Sam asks in disbelief, the name slightly slurred as it falls free from his mouth.
Bucky glances back from his position off to the side of the circled group, his steely eyes finding her. The amused smile at watching Sam's spiraling sobriety fades from the edges of his mouth. She might have Lexi's face, from the narrow chin to the always inquisitive curve of her brows, but he notices the difference in their eyes immediately. More importantly, she notices him. And not in the same distasteful way that Lexi does.
A slight frown tugs at the corner of Bucky's lips.
"So..." Graeme clears his throat. "Can I get anyone a drink?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 16:48:10 GMT -7
Teresa glanced over when Sam called Katherine Lexi and then cleared her throat once more. They headed into the kitchen and for once wished that it was cut off from the living room but it would look a little strange if she pulled her into the bedroom now. So she did her best to keep her voice down and knew that Katherine could hear her no matter what voice she had but it was Teresa who couldn't hear her if she chose to speak quietly. She so wished that she had hearing like a vampire right now so that they could talk quietly. She shook her head and then looked back at Katherine. "Stop it" she huffed out quietly and pointed at the eyes.
"You think I can do that?" Katherine said back and then clenched her fist together to dig her nails into her skin. She needed pain to actually clear her head. "If your friend didn't smell like a damn blood bank then I would" she huffed out and then bit down on her lip to realise that her fangs had come out.
"Katherine, three of them in the living room work for SHIELD and trust me you know that they are bad, hell I'm sure you know they keep an eye on all the supernatural community so being a vampire really isn't the way to go right now" Teresa really didn't want this to be happening. She wanted a normal lunch but for Katherine to vamp out the second that she came into the apartment. It was then that she realised she didn't know who Katherine was on about. The blood bank. "Which one is it that smells like the bank?" she asked after a moment and raised her eyebrow.
"Tall dark and brooding" Katherine closed her eyes and tried to push the smell away but oh god it smelt so good and she wanted a taste and god she realised that she had a damn type.
"Bucky?" she asked and pushed her eyebrows together. Well it made sense considering what he used to do but if Katherine could smell blood on him now then did that mean he had done something or was it something deeper? "You have to act like Lexi"
Katherine let out a laugh and then cleared her throat. "If you think that a vampire Lexi is going to fool them then you really are mistaken"
Teresa pinched the bridge of her nose and then let out a groan. "Don't you kill anyone" she said after a moment and pointed at Katherine before grabbing her a glass of wine and pushing it into her hands.
"It's not killing I want to do, I want to ride that Bucky like a bad bad pony" she grinned at Teresa and found it a little easier.
Teresa groaned.
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 17:59:25 GMT -7
"Whiskey." Bucky replies to Graeme's offer automatically, the first word he's spoken since arriving at the Thanksgiving dinner. And, as an after thought when Graeme looks in his direction in mild surprise at how quickly he answer, adds on "Please."
"I'll just have a glass of wine if you don't mind. Red." Steve says with a thankful smile, leaning down to place the stolen ashtray onto the coffee table. It fits the decor, strangely enough.
"A thief, but still polite. Who would have thought?" Nat quips, having regained her glass of wine and apparently her sense of humor. Barton is half tempted to join Bucky on the whiskey train, but takes a silent seat in the armchair instead. He rolls the sleeves of his wool sweater to his elbows, the warmth of the oven finally getting to him, and stretches out a hand to push the cup of steaming coffee closer to Sam's side of the table.
Graeme disappears into the kitchen where Teresa and Katherine stand huddled close, whispering to each other over the pies.
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