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zimnij_soldat ([personal profile] zimnij_soldat) wrote2017-08-10 10:52 am

Being Neighborly [for underachievment]

It's not Brooklyn, but then again, these days even Brooklyn isn't Brooklyn. At least, not the borough he remembers, and it has nothing to do with the colors and the languages and the people-- it's the fancy coffee shops and expensive apartments and five-star restaurants. So when they finally let him off the leash enough to get his own place in the city outside of HQ or the Tower, Hell's Kitchen is one of the few neighborhoods that feels close enough to home.

And yes, he knows all about the Devil. Bucky's even seen him leaping across rooftops. But Bucky's not here to make trouble, and he gets his fill of scrapping when he's out saving the world. Daredevil's got the streets covered, and that's fine by him.

Besides, being two blocks over from his favorite should-have-been-a-one-night-stand didn't hurt when it came to picking out his new place. In fact, after exchanging a couple of texts to let Jessica know he was going to be hanging his hat not too far away from her place, James now finds himself making sure he's got enough liquor in the cupboard, waiting for her to arrive.
underachievement: i eat lots of bread already and i'm tired of fighting (welp im gonna go join the birds)

[personal profile] underachievement 2017-08-12 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
She hopes to God she's not so much a factor as a benefit in Barnes's decision but she doesn't hope hard. Next to his mountain of issues, hers pale to near transparency, and she still doesn't know much about him that isn't covered in the media fear-mongering or occasional Howling Commandos soundbite. And now it's irrelevant: She has the unbiased source and talking isn't really their thing.

Jess made sure he furnished the place before she would come over. Whiskey and vodka, then she backspaced on the vodka. Then, realizing that was probable the least thoughtless thing she'd done all week, she took a gulp from her bottle, grabbed her jacket and boots, took a second gulp, and took off. She only thinks to check her reflection while waiting at a crosswalk, out of boredom. It's what it is.

There aren't any nice apartment buildings within a two block radius of hers and she doesn't keep any of their street numbers in her head. When she links the address he gave her to the 6-storey crapbox she walks past all the time, the mundanity of her curiosity as to what the inside looks like leaves her throat more parched than the short walk did. Yeah, it's definitely time to get laid. It's her exclusive privilege to forego the buzzer, ducking into the alley to make the jump to the roof. The lock on the access door gives, the round knob crumpling in her hand. Jess figures these people are already screwed with Barnes taking up residence there -- that or they're as safe as they can reasonably be with SHIELD (or whatever they are now) eyes glued to the place.

Getting to his apartment, she knocks and then directs her gaze down the hallway instead of the small fisheye lens in the door.
underachievement: living on garbage island (we are garbage people)

[personal profile] underachievement 2017-08-15 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, she expected worse, but then he hasn't had much time to make the place feel lived in, IE put dents in the walls and hide invisibly tiny shards of glass along the floor for his feet to find later. Military background is what she chalks it up to, unscrewing the lid on the bottle. She'd have hated to let any slosh out on the jump up.

"Yep," she replies, swallowing down the remains. What dregs linger at the bottom splatter about the base as she tosses the empty bottle his way. The disappointment is all his to process, or the, she doesn't know, whatever, she's not supposed to care beyond horny. Best part of the deal. With her hands free, she divests herself of her scarf and jacket. Tossing them on the nearest chair back could almost count as decorating the place, since it looks like the kind of apartment you get cheap after somebody dies in there.

"Hope you're not wanting that damage deposit back."
underachievement: i'm, like, soaking wet and you're a pussy? okay, fine, bye. (so vis-a-vis what's going on bw us)

[personal profile] underachievement 2017-08-16 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Reinforced? Jessica wonders if that's more in consideration of him or his enemies. Either way, her loss for not making it to the SHIELD payroll back when she thought she could play hero. The PTSD package is pretty sweet.

They both know what she's here for. Jess cares for small talk about as much as she loves foreplay or men taking her clothes off, so she carries on with her shirt and the tank top under it. She combs her hair back from her face and crosses the room to the only hallway, intent on rapidly hitting all the bullet points on a self-guided tour. She'll christen the kitchen when she's thirsty and the bathroom when she's ready to apply another layer of directionless guilt to herself -- so probably right before the kitchen. It's a modestly sized apartment: it takes a couple of seconds to map and her voice can probably be heard all the way up to the entrance.

"Well come on then, Bucky," she goads, preferring to use his last name when she's taking crap seriously, "we're gonna be late for the sock hop."
underachievement: you're like common meets the incredible hulk (this is good this is good)

[personal profile] underachievement 2017-09-12 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ ; NP shit happens! Here too, clearly. Backtags are good in perpetuity n my laggy response shouldn't be nearly so long a wait next time ]

There's a bad joke to be had there but if he hasn't been burdened by modern-yet-woefully-outdated "in Soviet Russia" remarks yet, she's not the one to acclimate him there. Drinking and fucking their way around the heavier subjects leaves room mostly for banter and the basics, and that's plenty for her. Him too, from what she remembers of history class. She retained more from that subject than most once she was done with school, probably because horrifying details tend to stick in her mind like pushpins tipped with superglue.

The fact that his bed is made gets her to grin briefly. Old habits and shit, they both have them. Hers aren't as useful... Well, they aren't as practical. She's about to get pretty good use out of them right now. She takes in the rest as she unbuttons her jeans, turning back to him. She closes the space with confident steps until the height disparity has her looking up at him, then very deliberately sweeping all the way down. "How about Sadie Hawkins?"
underachievement: "My parents found my bong??" (christian bale asks)

[personal profile] underachievement 2017-09-24 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
She shrugs and lets him take care of her jeans in the interest of expediency and combing her fingers through his hair, from the crown of his head to the back of his skull. Jess is idly curious which one of them is faster but comparing stats on their respective bootleg Captain America treatments couldn't sound any less sexy, and if the shit ever goes down, they're sure to find out. But who knows, maybe this will be the one superfriend she fucks without fucking over, deliberately or otherwise. But knowing her luck.

She keeps a hold on him as he straightens up, grip secure without imploring anything with a pull. Instead she puts a hand to his chest and guides his steps backwards towards the bed. "Pinning what you want tonight?" she asks like it's not a given to happen sometime but if that's where he'd prefer she'd start, she's got no reservations. Typically she avoids talking about sex, especially during it, but she likes to hear the yes's and no's from him and give them back when she feels.
underachievement: and i may be revealing too much about myself, but what exacly is a street fighter? (one question)

[personal profile] underachievement 2017-10-01 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
That elicits a soft snort. "'Have my way with you,'" Jess paraphrases as she straddles him and combs her hand free from his hair. It's fairly soft so she adopts an idle motion of raking her fingers through it.

"Next you're gonna use a word like 'lover'." Her head tips to the side, drawing all her hair over one shoulder. Lips smeared with cheap liquor, she spares him the notion of a rebuttal with a kiss that seals her rhetoric. It's short-lived as she shoves his back to the mattress. She knows how much strength to use, rationing out a little more than she'd normally use to keep a guy on his toes. A guy her type: Built like him, just with a lot less death on their conscience. It used to be none but lately it seems to be going up.

Jess leans down into him and rolls her hips back against his. The pressure of her hand flows from palm to fingertips; they move higher. When inhales to kiss him again, the heat of him flares where her breasts and stomach are lain along him.