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23. SOOTHE : for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. ( also Bucky can take care of Nat )
Bucky knew there was nothing wrong. The doors were locked, and the building’s security system was one of the best in the world, thanks to Tony. That didn’t stop his heart from pounding as he walked down the never-ending corridor, eyes locked on a specific spot. When he finally reached his destination, one hand pressed the door open. The familiar silhouette looked like a haunting ghost.
He crouched down by the side of the bed, careful not to get too close too quickly. He didn’t want to scare her, and he certainly didn’t want to fight her so early in the morning (the perks of having a past that tied them together meant he knew how to pick up on specific behaviors). “Nat, it’s me,” He began, before he turned on the lamp closest to them. “Try to take a deep breath. You’re safe.”
AMBUSH : for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. (@ tony or bucky? marvel verse winn is very awake rn)
Well, shit.
Bucky pressed his back to the wall just in time to watch a bullet soar by his head. So much for getting in and out without being spotted. It was supposed to be an easy mission. The item had been placed out in the open and, from what they’d been told, the only means of security had been the one they had taken out as soon as they’d arrived. Guess we should’ve given them more credit, he silently joked as he turned the corner to fire a couple shots.
There were dozens of them, all dressed the same, coming from every direction. “We’re gonna need back up,” He shouted into his com, before turning to fight the person he’d heard sneaking up from behind. One, two, crack. The stranger fell to the ground. “On your right!” He called out to Winn, raising his gun in the off-chance he needed to interfere.
Peeta stared at the healing claw marks through the clear screen of his prison. He pressed his lips together, head falling back against the wall, as he tried to remember the events of the previous day. Valerie was with him. Someone had let her into his room so that she could try to talk to him. It was going fine, and then she had mentioned… what? What had caused him to go off the rails? Slow hands brushed up and down his arms, like he was trying to rid himself of a chill that wouldn’t go away.
“How?” The old baker asked, leaning forward so that he could get a better look at his visitor. He remembered her in waves. Flashes of images came to him, not just in his dreams. Sometimes he felt like he was on a different planet, and yet, here he was, in the flesh, living some kind of hell he couldn’t break out of. “I hurt you. It doesn’t matter if I remember doing it or not.It was still me.” He turned his head to the side.
Maybe the sudden anger that had risen up inside him was unreasonable, and maybe it wasn’t fair to take it out on someone so kind. But Finnick couldn’t stop the words from leaving his lips, each word emphasized, like he was trying to make a point. “That doesn’t make it okay for you to pry into someone’s life.” A lie. They were friends. Of course it was okay. “Why does it matter?” He asked, words breaking off into a sigh.
HEAL : for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. ( Fez & Rue? )
Fez cracked the ice pack against the kitchen counter and watched the middle of the bag sink in. As he shook it back and forth, he couldn’t help but think of a water bed. Of course, it was a lot smaller. Not nearly as comfortable. He’d never been on a water bed, but he had imagined jumping on one multiple times - he’d always wondered what it’d feel like. Jumping on this ice pack would give him some kind of idea, but he was sure the item wouldn’t last three seconds before bursting. Still. He could try? Where does someone even buy a water bed?
A groan of pain pulled Fez from his thought-process, and he turned his head to follow the noise. Rue sat slumped against the couch, looking a lot like a deflated bouncy house. She was in the same spot he had left her. As soon as he reached the edge of the couch, he let his body fall into the familiar material - one arm extended the ice pack. “It don’t look broken. Coulda’ hit you harder.What tha’ hell were you doing out there, anyways?”
