Owner	Pose
James Barnes	So, it's late enough at night that the off-leash law is now in force. Which means that Buck's one one of the bigger open fields, Lili off her leash and without her vest. Just being a happy doggo on a cool autumn evening. He's got one of those ball thrower things, made out of plastic that glows a dim green-white.....and so are the balls he's hurling for the Shepherd's delight. Long arcing throws that let her run flat out for real distance, tongue lolling. Still early enough in the game that she comes panting back with her ears pricked and her tail wagging.
Felicia Hardy	It's also late enough at night that few folks are out jogging the paths, which means nobody can really clock Felicia at a full loping pace. It's fast enough to easily keep up with one Captain familiar at least to the brunet out throwing balls for his loyal shepherd. Noting the distinctive bright glow of a thrown ball, the Cat glances over. Leaves curl up around her feet as she slows down and then turns to jog at him. At her angle of approach, the glow of one of the overhead lights will be enough to show her face fully. She's in a fitted baby-pink jogging jacket unzipped to her mid-sternum and clinging black pants, her jogging white pristinely-white -- as white as her smile she flashes Bucky even as she removes one and then the other of her earbuds. "Aw, lookit this. A man and his dog. I remember this cutie." The dog, apparently, by how Felicia puts down a hand in case Lili feels like saying hi. "I haven't seen you in a while," she then continues, looking to Bucky with twinkling jade-green eyes. "You seem like that rat-bastard buddy of ours hasn't gotten under your skin just yet."
James Barnes	He accepts the ball that's dropped into his hand, having been lovingly slobbered on. Looks over at her, blinking. He's in a dark long-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, ball cap. Like that's going to fool someone who knows him. Buck regards her with those cool, blue eyes....but is that fondness there? Yes, by the way that little hint of a smile eases on to his features. "Nah," he says, in his rasping voice. "He's given me some room to run. I'm clear of my favors.....and while I keep in touch, it hasn't been a while. Guess he found some new toys to play with." Surprisingly unbitter. But then, everything Loki's done to him is penny ante, when compared to HYDRA and all its works.
Felicia Hardy	"Thank god." For all Felicia meant it to be somewhat snarky, there's an element of relief in it. She hasn't forgotten what the Soldier did in order to get her stubborn butt tossed out onto the pavements beyond the Sanctum. She smiles at the German shepherd waiting for the ball to be tossed and there's a softness that perhaps Bucky hasn't seen just yet in her features. "Yeah...I wonder what he decided to get up to. At the same time, I don't. He was so...fucking awful." The Cat makes no point to check her language in regards to the Trickster God. A hand rises to rub at one bicep in unconscious display of discomfort regarding him. "I mean, I know it was something about Asgard because he bragged about it, but the Sorcerer Supreme sent me to the moon instead of letting me help kick his ass out of the Sanctum."
James Barnes	He has that way of offering that stone face when he's uncomfortable. The prisoner's mask that conceals reaction....but is still so eloquent of distress. ".....the moon? Really?" he asks. "Did you see, uh, Armstrong's footprints?" OF all the questions. Lili's dancing with impatience, and he sends the glowing ball off into the shadowed dimness of the field with a flick of his fingers. The Shepherd is after it, fast enough to look like nothing more than an undulating ribbon of brown fur.
Felicia Hardy	"...honestly, I don't remember much of it. I know the place was nice, but it was kind of...too weird for me to handle. The view of the night sky was great though," the thief says, watching Lili churn off after the bouncing gleaming ball. "I pretended someone had a space fetish when they decorated and decided to use fancy holo-windows." A glance over at Bucky showcases a small curl of a red-red smile. Yes, lipstick, still, even when jogging -- she even still smells of golden sweet caramel. "I was happy when Copperfield beamed me back." The lazy folding of her arms beneath her chest must be deliberate. "So, no, sorry, didn't see the footprints."
James Barnes	She scoops it up, like a little rolling moon in its own right. Comes prancing back, tossing her head with cheerful vanity. Barnes shakes his head....and there's a funny little smile. "I saw a documentary on it, not long ago. Hard to believe we just....went there. Sent guys. American flag planted and all that. I mean, yeah, guys like the Doc can do it with magic, but....." He makes one of those little moues, the twitch of his mouth that'd be a broad shrug on someone else. "Maybe he could send me......but I bet it'd be too frivolous for him...
Felicia Hardy	"He might if you ask nicely enough." Felicia smiles. "I can tell him that you stuck your neck out for me to get me out of the Sanctum. He'd be grateful for that," she explains with a chuckle. Apparently, it's Type 2 Fun: funny later instead of immediately. "I could give you a tour of the place I stayed at. It was quiet though...well, when I didn't have the sound system on. I was able to hook up my music to the speakers there. They were nice speakers," she allows. Shifting her weight brings her half a step closer to Bucky. Maybe she's unconsciously testing to see how close she can get? Cats and their idle games.
James Barnes	Lili has apparently decided that Fetch Time is over and now is Cuddles Time. And this curvaceous stranger makes a likely stooge. So she ambles over to Felicia, hopefully, tail wagging, looking up into her face. Buck doesn't move. That's a little closer, at least. "You really think he would?"
Felicia Hardy	"I can put in a good word, sure. I like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't do it." On that charmingly blunt observation, Felicia then arches an eyebrow down at the shepherd. "...oh okay. But don't be too slimey," she tells Lili even as she crouches down. "I know, I smell like cat." This is baby-voiced at the dog before the thief giggles. "You know your owner's a very nice guy? I bet you do. I bet you see him walk around shirtless all of the time too. I bet that's a nice view," she continues in the saccharine voice, pointedly not looking at Bucky. Her fingernails go to work scruffling behind Lili's large ears.
James Barnes	The *color* he turns, at that. "Hey," he protests, voice gone a little choked. Lili, of course, eats it up. Yes, yes, I am best doggo. She looks at Bucky, as if to bring him in on the conversation. See? See? "Not as nice a view as you think," Buck adds. She's seen the arm, hasn't she?
Felicia Hardy	Lili continues to get schmoozed upon and Felicia continues in that same sweet tone of voice. "Your owner clearly must never look in the mirror at himself because he's got shoulders wide enough to seat a lady on each one and I bet he'd never do it because he's a gentleman," she simpers, lips now pouted out towards the shepherd's face. "And he thinks looking different with that metal arm is a bad thing when it's just different! That's all!" Now Bucky gets the coy side-glance complete with a fetching dimple.
James Barnes	He rolls his eyes, in that way he has. "Felicia," he says. "You're not playing fair." Oh, what, now he sounds like Steven. "You got no idea what I look like without my shirt. I promise, it's not something you want to see up close." Lili remains unconvinced. She's getting petted. Which means that she looooooves Felicia.
Felicia Hardy	"Do you know what Shakespeare had to say in times like this, you cutie pie? You ickle sweet thing? You adorable hunk of loving?" She is talking to Lili, right? Felicia must be given she's still scritching behind the dog's ears and talking mere centimeters from the short dark whiskers surrounding the wet black nose. "Shakespeare likes to tell us, 'methinks the man doth protest too much'," she explains to Lili while continuing to give Bucky that sly grin.
James Barnes	Winter Soldier casts his eyes heavenward. Like Steve might fall from heaven and give him something to be more mortified about. A diversion. A Sentinel. HYDRA assholes popping up from under a manhole cover. Something he can *shoot*. Once upon a time, he was a wit. A smooth talker. Where'd it all go? Same place the arm did He tosses his head, like a fractious horse. Lili is agog. And then she looks at Buck, her grin fading. He does. He protests too much. And his dog is judging him.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia sniggers under her breath at the sight of the dog appearing to pick up on the flustered soldier's behavior. As is polite (and Felicia is so very polite), she decides to take it easy on poor beleaguered Barnes. She straightens from her kneel at Lili's level with a curvaceous rise led more than partly by the lift of her behind. "But it's okay. You can keep your shirt on. I'll let my imagination do the rest," she assures the man. Bending at the waist to brush grass off her knee is a brief thing of grace.
James Barnes	Winter Soldier slants a *look* at her. "YOu're doing me such a favor," he retorts, folding his arms over his chest. The metal one moves with the same ease, even the same flex and bulge of muscle. But then, you have to give the Soviet engineers credit, they did a good job.
Felicia Hardy	"You know me, I'm all about those favors that don't screw people over," the Cat retorts playfully at him, pleased to be bantering by the way her smile deepens. Her eyes briefly fall to his crossed arms and then rise to her face. By the way she very subtly frets the inside of her lip, there's a continuation of that thought dancing through her head. It tiptoes through her eyes as they briefly lid. "Anyways. You gonna throw that ball for her again or what? Look at that face. She's practically drooling over it." Wink.
James Barnes	Felicia has said some crucial words there - throw the ball chief among them. Lili goes dancing over, circling expectantly. Ball ball ball ball. Bucky picks it up, fits it into the thrower, and gives it a good long chuck. It goes sailing away, and Lili goes rocketing after it. Then he shakes his head at her.....and he's smirking, almost despite himself. Growing into a grin, despite those twitches that indicate reluctance.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia makes mild mockery of how far that ball flies -- only mild -- by lifting her hand up to shade her eyes -- at night. The arm of the Soldier in combination with the ball-thrower itself makes for a hell of a throw for at least an entire football field's worth of bouncing time. "I like the finesse you use. It's all in the wrist, isnt it?" she asks, glancing over at him in time to catch the smile. "Be careful, your face might get stuck like that if you keep it up and then I'd have to continue asking you things like, 'is it all in the wrist?'"
James Barnes	He lifts that gloved hand, waggles the fingers still covered. "All in the *fingers*," he retorts, and there's that insinuating note in his voice. Looking straight at her, as if he'd really decided to get his head in the game.
Felicia Hardy	Out of left field, the sudden insinuating parry, and Bucky has the rare delight of seeing the Cat caught off-guard. Her eyebrows slowly rise even as she visibly frets her lip's corner now, as if she'd found the stash of chocolate after searching for many, many months. "They do say it's all in the fingers too... Depends on your point of interest though," she replies in that same airy, almost singsong tone. Her eyes slide off the Soldier and to the returning galumpous that is Lili with her glowing ball.
James Barnes	And then it's gone again, as he kneels down to take the ball, nudge it around with his hand. Let her dart her head for it, snap at air in mock ferocity. Who is fierce and terrible? Me! It's me! Many months indeed of fruitless pursuit, like Ahab and the whale. But there it is, at last. A spout, at least, if nothing more.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia allows herself a perfectly self-satisfied little smile while the brunet is involved in playing with the German shepherd. The proof is in the pudding: she's still got it. Later, the Cat will grin and buff her nails against her shirt. For now, she slips her hands into the pockets of her jogging jacket and watches, her smile now more friendly rather than trouble-making. "She's a good girl," the thief murmurs.