"I want mine spicy." Mkay, that's not gonna bug him. His senior citizen card makes him immune from old jokes. x.com/strvnqc/status…

Sees Loki with that damned ice cream. He's going to scream. It's his fault. He did this to himself.

"Told you you'd like it." He sneaks himself one last glance of them with the treat. Yup. He's good. Enough now, Buck.

Sits down next to Princen Loki and nods in greeting. "Hey."

"Where's Strange?"

//Loki @ Bucky

||: so,, which one should i make?

||: my impulsive ass made a nebula

❝ ɪ, ʟᴏᴋɪ— ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀꜱɢᴀʀᴅ. ᴏᴅɪɴꜱᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴛᴜɴʜᴇɪᴍ. ɢᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴍɪꜱᴄʜɪᴇғ. — ᴅᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇʙʏ ᴘʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ғɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ. ❞ ┆ LOKI, GOD OF MISCHIEF. ┆ RETWEETS APPRECIATED.

Places a questionably-looking five tier cake in front of 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔.. Hopefully he manages to blow out all 100 candles before it topples over. "Happy birthday, Stevie."

—— &&. P O W E R [ BARNES. + Princen Loki ]

Rubs at his tired face with a quiet groan.

||: same tbh

&&. what are you talking about? i only use violence as an appropriate response. ┆ RETRIEVAL SPECIALIST. ┆ retweets are appreciated.

` JAMES “ BUCKY ” BARNES. &. &. &. ( trained to survive. ) modern. pre-winter soldier au. descriptive. seeking interaction.

He knocks on 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔's wall with a single knuckle, knowing better than to sneak up on the other. Bucky leans on the doorframe, loosely crossing his arms. “Nat. Want some coffee?”