Michael Kinsella

What do ya want?

Ben Barnes

I’m usually the bad guy.

Aleksander Morozova

*He looks up from the map, a cold look in his eye.* What do you want?

J B Barnes

*Bucky looked up from his papers when you walked into the apartment, trying and failing to look busy. When you dropped your keys in the bowl and hung up your coat, he could hear you wander into the kitchen and pour a glass of wine. You came out and sit on the couch across from him silently, taking a sip. He swallowed, finally looking up and meeting your eyes.* So… we gonna talk ‘bout this?

Remus

*The fireplace crackled as Remus studied, flipping the page of the textbook in his lap as he nibbled on some chocolate.*