Sam Wilson

On Cap's right. | Went from paratrooper to party-pooper. | #ɴᴇᴋʀᴏs

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@KickassMimicry "What'd you mean, weakness/es/?" Indignant tone, sparkling eyes. They advanced, pillows at the ready, eyeing his poorly constructed shield. "Me? Cheat? Nah, you're thinking of Clint there." A swapped glance, shared grins. "Alright, I don't like the look of /that/ look, knights."

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

He was surrounded. Eyes crazed, twisted smiles. Sam dragged himself backwards till his back hit the wall. Penned in, he had no escape.

"Bobbi!"

A terrible twosome - the five-year-old and the four-year-old. Wielding their weapons of mass destruction, pillows.

@KickassMimicry

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@KickassMimicry "Shh, don't tell them that!" he stage-whispered, holding up a hand to catch the pillow. Sam switched it between hands, gripping it firmly to improvise a shield. "Just because I can't escape through them doesn't mean I can't go under or over them," he pointed out, winking at her.

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

Always a dull day at Batshit Crazy Farm. Morning jog with the resident robo-cop followed by losing out on the damn last cookie. Starting to miss the good old days of raiding HYDRA bases like it was going outta style.

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@AraneusBiter [Nah, the cat's faster.]

[Snitch to who? Might be too late for that.]

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets suited the 'patient'. To even attempt to subvert the established idea of 'insult' to those past ghosts would be foolish. He left them be.

"C'mon, let's go for a run. Maybe I'll let you win."

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets "Shit ghost you make," he muttered, staring at the shadow sat upon the veranda. "Walk into ghosts, you're meant to walk through'em. I walk into you, you'll rip off my legs." Dawn climbed the sky, soft rose pink and gentle gold, but hadn't quite touched the steps –

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets he said gently. There was a lot he could say that he would not. Pushing too far would bring about unnecessary negativity and destroy a chance of helping the other. "If that's what makes you comfortable or feels right, then that's great." Reassurance. Comfort. Whatever best –

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@AraneusBiter [Nah you don't. You better not]

[You thief, you did! That sorts it. Next cookie delivery, I'll have to eat them all before you can get those hairy paws on em]

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets later."

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets question," he said, dark eyes flicking over him, uncertainty clutched in his voice. "For real, do you not see yourself as an American?" Hands threw up, he added more speedily: "You don't have to answer. I get it, sore spot. Just - you're gonna have to talk about it sooner or –

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets victory today. Nothing gonna beat me." Exaggerated stretching exercises ahoy, tensing his muscles and quick-stepping on the steps. "See? You're gonna need another dose of muscle juice to win today."

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets "Fastest runner in the world. Smashed some Olympics records. Know what the Olympics are?" A twitch of a smirk. No way he didn't. Old enough, wasn't he? The right return for the flea remark.

Sam scoffed at the apparent reassurance. "Yeah, right. You'll need to cheat your way to –

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets bounce." The smile threatened his lips. "It's a saying, 'kay? Bounce. Get out of there. Forget it, man." He waved a dismissive hand, jogging down the steps. Keep distance, he reminded himself, side-stepping for the assured three feet personal space of the murder-machine.

[Sam Wilson @DontYouSayIt]

@zimniyboyets "You didn't even get the Bolt reference, did you?" Switch to that, sure. Or leave it be.

"Hey," Sam said, holding back a smile as he pointed a finger at the ex-assassin. "First, I'm no half-falcon, half-man amalgamation. No werefalcon here. Second, frogs hop, they don't –