[ so this? this was new. granted not new in the way aliens, magic and shrinking men, but new in that okay this feels like narnia meets stephen king in a backalley. so new to sam who takes it as it comes, rolling his shoulders and letting the tension. not all of it though.
still, he's dressed, relaxed and raising his drink to whoever is nearby. ]
Cheers. To . . . You know what? You can pick it and I'll follow your lead.
( ii. dart board )
[ sam's no hawkeye. but he does have well-trained reflexes, which he takes out on the dart board. and maybe he's showing off a little. it's a party, he's allowed. besides, he probably has five seconds of fame before someone better at this beats him at it. until then, the board is his. he twirls a dart between his fingers before flicking it, narrowing missing the bullseye. he smiles, the gap between his teeth bright and clear. he gestures to whoever is close by, pleased. ]
Hey, man. It's all skill up here. Just saying.
( iii. an unlucky new year's to you too )
[ and then everything was a blur of knives and fighting and sam dodging what he can, holding his hands up while he backs into a table. ]
If it's all the same to you, I'd like to keep all my insides right where they are.
( iv. wildcard! )
[ sam is completely down for lucky new year's kisses and he'll be around the party, cheating badly at card games and drinking. if you have another prompt in mind, please PM this journal. ]
sam wilson | mcu ( non-iw compliant )
[ so this? this was new. granted not new in the way aliens, magic and shrinking men, but new in that okay this feels like narnia meets stephen king in a backalley. so new to sam who takes it as it comes, rolling his shoulders and letting the tension. not all of it though.
still, he's dressed, relaxed and raising his drink to whoever is nearby. ]
Cheers. To . . . You know what? You can pick it and I'll follow your lead.
( ii. dart board )
[ sam's no hawkeye. but he does have well-trained reflexes, which he takes out on the dart board. and maybe he's showing off a little. it's a party, he's allowed. besides, he probably has five seconds of fame before someone better at this beats him at it. until then, the board is his. he twirls a dart between his fingers before flicking it, narrowing missing the bullseye. he smiles, the gap between his teeth bright and clear. he gestures to whoever is close by, pleased. ]
Hey, man. It's all skill up here. Just saying.
( iii. an unlucky new year's to you too )
[ and then everything was a blur of knives and fighting and sam dodging what he can, holding his hands up while he backs into a table. ]
If it's all the same to you, I'd like to keep all my insides right where they are.
( iv. wildcard! )
[ sam is completely down for lucky new year's kisses and he'll be around the party, cheating badly at card games and drinking. if you have another prompt in mind, please PM this journal. ]