. * • : ———> TEMP PINNED !. —— HARRISON MAPLE ——. researcher, ( unknowingly ) a mutant

“standin’ on somethin’,” crouching down to pick up a sheet of paper, giving it a once over. “come across a lost cat that answers to ‘Mayonnaise’ recently?”.

picking [* the reader ] up like a cardboard cutout, moving them about a foot to the left.

RT @VOlDEDSNTRY:

RT @luckiestshot: ⠀.⠀.⠀ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 RIGHT INTO THE SUN ( * ☀️ ). ⠀ ⠀ fabled by . ⠀ LOOKING FOR THE E̳̿͟͞N̳̿͟͞D̳̿͟͞I̳̿͟͞….

yes, yes i would. thank you.

what happened to “hello, dad, i miss you.” ?.

l o o m s.

RT @wrdgardens: Ecology is becoming more of a science of loss.

OOC; the first tweet did not send the last time?.

—already stolen enough of it from her.”.

—when we can’t.” there’s some hesitation,——another glance spared. “it’d be the end of me if somethin’ happened to her. can’t lose both of my children.” . “me ‘nd odette worry about her constantly—but keepin’ her here would be cruel. she deserves a life, we’ve—.

mostly to confirm he’s not falling too far behind—still trying to appear less threatening. nervous people and nervous animals have a lot in common, and he’s worked with his fair share of nervous animals. “it’s comfortin’ to know she has someone lookin’ out for her—.

—as he begins to walk. harrison maple always has to be moving, it’s newton’s 4th law. “just harrison’s okay—harry’s also alright, but not many people call me that. no need for formalities.” keeping his gaze ahead of him, mostly, the occasional glance spared to bucky,—.

watching him relax—even slightly, only serves to water the smile growing upon his features, a good natured pat on the back before he’s tucking his hands into his pockets,. “attaboy—she’s gotta learn to get as good as she gives.” a tilt of his head, a gesture for bucky to follow,—.

RT @wrdgardens: Once you're a parent, you're the ghost of your children's future.

—she’s happy, i hear it in her voice when she calls. already lands you firmly on the ‘well liked’ list. (* breathe ). you’re family.”.

—he doesn’t need his daughters mutation to know that this man is (* nervous )—frankly he looks like he’s going to puke—it makes him pause, shoulders relaxing, somehow making himself look smaller, less threatening. “you can relax, Bucky. you’re important to my daughter, —.

“you’d better,” voice is gruff, he gives bucky’s hand one more squeeze-shake combo before relinquishing his grasp, a bright smile plastered upon his features. “officially makin’ it your duty to give her hell when i’m not around, think you’re up to the task?” —.

please stop telling people you are a test tube baby, your mother and i collaborated the traditional way.