Bucky and Peter
"I'm pretty sure I have enough experience with being beaten," Peter said, leaning back in his chair. Laughing he shook his head. "Since we aren't keeping secrets, I should show you the extent of how I shift this next full moon. You'll really get an understanding for my stance on experiencing pain and death."
Peter rolled his eyes in humour. "All the best faerie tales cannot be made into Disney movies. Romania is full of them and Disney would not touch those cursed stories with a ten-foot pole." He had also never in his life watched Disney or any adapted faerie tale movies, but he was not about to talk about that in the middle of an airship save-the-king plan.
Blue eyes narrowed in guarded disbelief. "Are the ones currently in power who do nothing but step on the corpses of the overworked, starved and underpaid really deserve any sympathy? How much worse-?" Peter scoffed. "So those who do nothing but use and abuse others and inherit their privilege are somehow the better choice because these people are willing to stand up for themselves? I am not one to judge just taking the beating but to say that the attackers will somehow become worse is pretty fucking elitist."
Peter shrugged. "I'm not here to talk about political manoeuvring, my people avoid it when best we can as we are the ones that get the shit end of the stick no matter who is in charge." With a sigh, he leaned back forward. "Want to see your card for how this will go?" He changed the subject.