[text] - anonymous

[brandingproblem]

[because listen old habits die hard and haha fuck the idea of blasting identifying information over a questionably secured at best network in a freaky mystery city!!!]

So we're all just supposed to lie back and take it like this is just where our lives are now?

If you consider this place home and are getting back to previously established lives, fine whatever. But some of us aren't exactly looking to start whole new lives in a supposedly sentient city in the middle of everywhere or nowhere.

How do we make this place hate us and spit us back out or however the hell any of this works? Who's got the brains and the lab tech to reverse the bridge that brings us in to take us back? What metaphysical bullshit needs done to fix everything?

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[brandingproblem]

If you want to show me your pretty face, by all means.

[ostavil]

( Bucky laughs to himself. Pretty face, sure. That's a new one. )

Most people don't call the Winter Soldier a pretty face but sure. Might get more done in person.

[private] un: hawkeye

[brandingproblem]

Bucky? When the hell did you get here?

[ostavil]

like a day ago. should have figured it was you, clint.

[brandingproblem]

A day and already ready to start riots. Guess I know where Steve got it from.

[Not that Steve's currently kicking up any kind of storm. But...circumstances.]

[ostavil]

Look, Steve and I have never been the kind of guys to just let things lie if there's something we can do to change the circumstances. Besides, you had my back in Germany. I owe you this.

[brandingproblem]

You don't owe me anything. But I appreciate it.

He's here.
Steve.
And Natasha.

[ostavil]

Really. Maybe I should have just posted a Hi, how are you on the network or something. Although...that's not really me. I guess I need to figure out where to meet them.