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» [IP] Two birds of a feather [INVITES]
SAM WILSON
 Posted: Mar 8 2017, 01:55 AM
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There was something to be said about being busy. Sam Wilson could definitely never complain about being bored, that was for sure. Wake up, run with Steve, go to work, work late, go to the gym, eat dinner, go home, start over. The VA had been busy lately, which was typically a blessing and a curse. After all, it meant he was doing something right to keep it running, but at the same time…It was bittersweet that so many people needed help. That men and women were put into situations that required this kind of help.

Because of being swamped at work he hadn’t really had the opportunity to take the wings out for a spin, and he was itching to get some fresh air and relaxation. He didn’t really need to play vigilante that day; now that his alias was blown, people recognized him, and he was not really in the mood to entertain people that day. He had way too much on his mind.

Sam had plenty of acquaintances but only a few that he considered good friends. Of those, Steve was probably the best. He wasn’t sure if Steve considered him the same, which was fine, Sam was an easy going kind of guy whose only expectations out of friendship were the occasional meal and the knowledge that he was there.

He was also the kind of person who worried about his friends, regardless of how close he was to them. Lately, he was working on helping Steve with recovering Ash among a few other things, and while he did what he could, he could only help so much if Steve didn’t tell him how he was needed. Sam was content knowing that Steve knew he was around to call if he needed a hand or face to beat up.

Since his schedule was clear, he knew it was just the right time to de-stress. To just find a secluded place and just fly away his stress. Work was non-stop, and technically he should be there to meet some appointments but he had to take a break.

He found himself a quiet area in a park just on the edge of town, and it was early on a weekday so most were in school or at work. He set his coffee and blanket on the ground and zipped up his jacket, knowing that the faster he flew the icier the air would be. Icy but fresh. Clean. Just what he needed. it was was a quick set up to get the wings and equipment on, and as he felt the width of the wings expand he let out a sigh.

Now this was familiar territory. Everything else was new, uncharted but this…He knew these wings, and he knew the open air, and he knew the feeling of the wind on his face. As he took off in a spiral straight toward the sky, he let out a joyful whoop.

He let himself nosedive toward the ground, his wings tucked in around his body as he got speed. At the last second he spread them out and barely grazed the grass as he took off back towards the open sky. He went about these tricks, not just for fun but for practice. He familiarized himself very closely with the old wings out in combat and he couldn’t grow stale especially with the new wings courtesy of Stark Industries.

He loved the upgrades of the wings, the aerodynamics just off the hook. But the wings he had on - Riley’s wings - were a part of him. These were the ones he took out when he was on his own, practicing, reliving. It was like Riley was with him, even though that wasn’t possible, but he felt Riley in the memory of the many times they crashed and burned as they figured out how to fly, or in their missions, especially the last one.

The new wings were incredible, perfect down to every centimeter. He used them in combat, in training, and in basic do-gooding but this moment was for the old. When he flew like this he was distracted, caught up in the feeling and the exhilaration of the moment, which is one reason why he chose a quiet spot that wasn’t frequented by others, because he was pretty vulnerable to anyone out there.





Thank you SHANTEL for the template!!

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I'm gonna need you to raise your glass. I don't care what you put in it. Here's to nights that you can't take back. We live hard but we love to laugh. We all thought that we'd get rich fast. Hop the plane out for greener grass. Found out the green is cash. Don't compare to the friends that last. See, we won't forget where we came from. The city won't change us. We beat to the same drum. No, we won't forget where we came from. The city can't change us

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ELE VEN BINENBAUM
 Posted: May 23 2017, 11:51 PM
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TOMORROW WILL BE KINDER.
IT'S TRUE, I'VE SEEN IT BEFORE.
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song: tomorrow will be kinder - the secret sisters
In a weird way, Ele was happy.

Her beginnings, strange. Her life, full of trauma. Her current situation... well, some saw it as unprecedented. Others still thought it was wrong. After all, J had known her when she was young, and the only reason Ele had originally fixated on the man was because he had looked an awful lot like Doctor Jake. Young, lost, and profoundly vulnerable, she had tried to attach herself to Justin because he was the closest thing she had to familiarity—but then her mother had stepped into her life, and for the first time, she had known what it was like to be home. Really home.

J had fallen from being on the level of idol-worship to, well, just a person after that. A friend. He made her laugh, and he made her heart ache when he was hurting. He never judged her. He was protective of her, but he never tried to clip her wings in the name of keeping her safe. He was everything a friend should be.

And then... something more.

She refused to be introspective about it. It made her happy, to want and be wanted. To know she could, without a doubt, rely on J to do everything in his power to see to her own well-being without stifling her. To know there'd always be those arms to fall into. To know J, who embodied childhood innocence and wisdom behind his years... who was the bravest soul she knew... would be there. To wax poetic about him was easy. Others didn't see it. But she couldn't see anything else.

Even when his brain and body rebelled against him, she still saw him.

These days, she had fallen into a rhythm. School, work, be with her family (as she defined it: her mother, Maizy, the animals), be with J. There was precious little time for her to spend with the part of herself that made her so different from everyone else... but she was weirdly okay with that. She was no longer defined by what she was, but rather who she was. How she was connected to the world. What she had done.

So she was happy.

Still, every once in awhile, the itch returned. She knew if she didn't literally stretch her wings, they would become weak and sluggish from the disuse. One of her strongest childhood memories was of the frantic escape from "the white place", barely able to stay aloft as she leapt from a cliffside and into the night. She swore to herself she'd never be that helpless again.

It had been awful. Ele had plummeted, muscles screaming, hands and feet scrabbling in the empty air, before finally gaining control of herself... and then had to spend the night exhausted—but unable to sleep—in the town not twenty miles from the facility because she could fly no further. Nothing had quite compared to that endless night of waiting and praying, praying they wouldn't discover her, eating bird seed by the handful because there was nothing else to be had in the shed she hide in.

She had survived. She had made it out. And maybe things would never get that bad again, but if they did... well, she wanted to be ready for it. So she had to make it her business to squeeze that practice in, because while she enjoyed flying, there was so much she enjoyed about life that meant more than survival these days. It can get lonely up there, when everyone and everything you love is stuck on the ground.

After a quick nip to the Gulf and back again to get her blood pumping, there wasn't much else to do but ride the thermals. They were spotty today; anything that wasn't pavement still seemed to be trying to shrug off the bizarre winter they'd had, and even if the ground wasn't frozen, it certainly wasn't emitting the necessary heat. So she rode them as high as they'd go, and then fell into a slow, soaring dive that had her wings fully outstretched. Her wingspan was more than twice as tall as she was, but with where she was, only the randoms of the boonies and the bogs would see her shadow. She'd be long gone before they could even process it.

Still, despite her speed, she usually tried to avoid people. If she saw anything remotely larger than a fat seagull, she'd often drop into the trees for cover. This made sense if you considered that she was the only one who could really be up in the air with that dexterity and autonomy—she'd be hidden by the time anything else doubled back. But these days, well, apparently she wasn't the only one who could take to the skies...

Ele had fairly decent eyesight, all things considered, but her sense of hearing and sense of smell were completely average. At first, she just thought the shape approaching her general area was just a particularly large bird; she started decreasing her altitude anyway, but since it was off to her left and far away, she wasn't rushing to get under the treeline. But then it dawned on her that, a) there was an awful lot of noise accompanying that bird, and b) that would be one funny-looking bird if it was. There were too many straight lines and geometric shapes, and glinting... metal? But not enough of any of the aforementioned to be a plane. So that left Superman. Or something. Someone.

She could be brave. Or she could be smart. They overlapped a little, but... well, there was no real merit to solving this mystery if she didn't have to. So she shifted her flight feathers to drop her quickly towards the earth, even though the arc of her descent took her directly beneath the very thing she was trying to avoid. She didn't want to land, no—just get some speed and distance.
A brighter day is coming my way. Tomorrow will be kinder.

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BLACKBIRD SINGING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, TAKE THESE BROKEN WINGS AND LEARN TO FLY. ALL YOUR LIFE, YOU WERE ONLY WAITING FOR THIS
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SAM WILSON
 Posted: Oct 9 2017, 10:51 PM
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When Sam flew just to fly, it was an opportunity to just think, reflect, and let the memories take over. It was as if being in the sky opened up a portal that brought Riley back, or at least the memories of him anyway. From the sound of the wings opening up to dirt flying up upon landing...it was a complete experience. Working in the VA, he heard all sorts of stories of soldiers reliving their time. A simple sound could take them back, and while it was generally not a happy experience to have for many, there were certain memories that Sam welcomed.

Sam's time in active duty was the time that he felt most alive. The thrill of jumping out of the planes, entrusting his life to his comrades, being part of a grand plan to help people. Ever since he left the field and moved into an office, he'd felt like something was missing. That his life was now incomplete. And it was; there was a hole in his life where Riley used to be. The kind of hole that couldn't be filled no matter what new friends or even family came into your life.

When Sam had the wings out - Riley's wings, specifically - that hole seemed slightly less empty. In the sky he had the wind and the fresh air, the birds and the clouds. Everyone had their happy place, and this was Sam's.

He used to have to be careful with the wings and try not to be seen. He didn't want his employer (i.e. the government) to think he was mishandling the equipment, and didn't want some trigger-happy citizens to think he was something worth hunting or fearing. That all changed when the newspaper caught news of his name and identity, and now he's no longer anonymous. Colonel Rhodes was able to help him keep Riley's wings from being taken from him, but he was still wary that it could happen, so he still tried to lay low.

These wings were far less advanced than his new wings that Tony had made him, but they still had some high-tech features. His goggles were infrared, so he was able to see the heat signatures of things around him. Birds, squirrels down below, people in the distance...So he was a bit surprised to see a shape soar below him briefly that he had never seen before.

It appeared to be a large bird with a large wing span, but the shape of the body of the bird...Wasn't very birdlike. He was curious-did Tony have other wings that he was taunting him with now? Was it a drone? A new bird he had never seen before? He angled himself and circled back to the general area he saw the shape, following the traces of red he could see through the goggles.

...Yeah, definitely not a bird. He had a few options here. He flew more than just for fun, he flew to protect New Orleans or to back Steve up when needed. This could be a friend or it could be a foe, and depending on what his next move was he'd find out real quick.

He sighed softly. He was going to take the "hope it's a friend" tactic and hope he wasn't wrong. He folded his wings several feet above the ground where he saw the figure and landed with a soft thud, knees bent. He pushed the goggles up, handicapping himself a bit but hoping it would be a sign of good faith that he wasn't doing anyone any harm.

He had a sense that someone was around, watching. He had heard the soft sound of something-someone?-landing in a tree not far. There was no sign of attack thus far, so he leaned his back against a large tree and whistled a tune softly. "I'm not gonna hurt you, whoever you are. I'll stay right here, hands visible." He didn't add that he hoped whoever it was didn't hurt him, but he was staying positive. He held out his hands and waited, hoping whoever it was would accept his peace offering. He was curious now.





Thank you SHANTEL for the template!!






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I'm gonna need you to raise your glass. I don't care what you put in it. Here's to nights that you can't take back. We live hard but we love to laugh. We all thought that we'd get rich fast. Hop the plane out for greener grass. Found out the green is cash. Don't compare to the friends that last. See, we won't forget where we came from. The city won't change us. We beat to the same drum. No, we won't forget where we came from. The city can't change us

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