timed to mid-March

[prodigaljaybird]

The man is easily contained, though Jason thinks things might have gone differently had he not been so drunk, too slow with it to even raise a hand before Jason had him immobilized. He'd have overpowered him either way, Jason's sure of that, but it might have taken longer, been. Messier. Anxious as he's been lately, Jason almost thinks it's a shame. Sparring with Bucky holds little of the joy of a real fight, Jason unwilling to fight dirty with Bucky these days, and he sighs as he ties the last knot.

Regrets aside, he's out the door of the Winchester in no time, the would be thief a captive and tied, still and silent now, to a chair. Neil's hut isn't far, and Jason takes to the trees, cutting the time it'd take to walk there in half. The home is dark when he finds it, but Jason doesn't think this is something to leave 'til morning.

Raising his hand to the door, he knocks.

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[little_moons]

"Next time, try not to get busted," I murmur, and on my way past, I step in close again, resting a hand on his back, high between his shoulder blades and leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, just shy of the corner of his mouth. And maybe it's a strange sort of gesture, not something I do with him very often, but I'm too fucking tired to give a shit about boundaries or what's normal for us.

I don't want him to go home on his own. I want him to come with me. I want him to be where I can keep an eye on him, I want him to be where he can keep an eye on me, but we've got a full fuckin' house already, and he's got Sam and Cori and O-Ren and Roger there. There's no reason, other than pure selfishness, for me to need him so close when he's already got family all around him.