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@tsarnvoiny : i can handle my shit.
"I know you can, sweetheart," he called from the backroom, hoisting a dresser into his arms a little more, getting a better grip. "But can you also handle bringin' those tarps in here?"
The generic guest room had bothered him for months at this point. He wanted Anya to have a proper place in his home that she could call her own. And no matter how independent she was – something that worried and thrilled him in equal measure – he wanted her to know she always had him to fall back on. So he was setting up a room for her, whether she liked it or not. Well, he'd rather she liked it, but it would be there even if she didn't.
But first he needed to get rid of the old furniture and he wanted to paint the walls something a little more interesting.
"You decide on a colour yet?" he asked, dumping the dresser in the hallway, nodding at the selection of paint cans he'd picked up.
#tsarnvoiny#★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light⠀⠀/⠀⠀verse.#and now for something lighter
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@tsarnvoiny : i keep recalling things we never did.
His hands stilled on the dish he was cleaning. Implanted memories was something they had tried on him, way back at the beginning. He wasn't always the most coherent, especially a few months in. They had assumed him more suggestible, had tried to convince him he had been a Russian farmer, told him stories of a family, siblings, schooling. But his own memories were too strong, even when they got the Chair working, they never really managed to add anything new, just take away what was there.
But she had been a fresh slate. No differing childhood memories to contest with whatever they told her. Some days Bucky could barely stand to think about what they had done, what she had never told him or maybe didn't even remember.
"What kind of things?" he asked eventually, forcing his arms to move again, scrubbing at a tough spot of dried in food. He was trying to keep his voice light, but it was a struggle.
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sometimes i remember tony kicked bucky in the face with a metal boot after already having blasted off his fucking arm.
#★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀ooc.#the fight in siberia fucks me up#because if not for steve bucky definitely would not have fought that hard
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@redheadarcher : who the fuck was that guy?
Head kept low, hands shoved into his pockets. If he wasn't careful, the left would tear another hole, and so he curled his fingers into a fist. His teeth ground together, trying to keep the panic inside. Even after all this time, even after all he'd been through, even with the official findings and all the shit they did to him out there in the open, there were still people that would...
It took him a moment to register Scarlett's words, to even remember she was with him. Fuck, he'd just stormed off. He didn't even wait for her to leave the store she'd been in, just... left.
Like a robot with its power disconnected, he came to a sudden standstill, breathing harshly through his nose. He could feel the weight of eyes on him, strangers staring at the man who had just almost punched a man in the face before rushing off, and now just stood there. It made him want to scream, to sink into the ground and never re-emerge. But he owed her an explanation for his freak out, at the very least.
"Reporter," he muttered, voice catching. "'S comin' up on the ten year anniversary of... of DC." Ten years, but not for him. The helicarriers still felt so fresh, between the cryo and the blip. "They've been houndin' me more recently."
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A part of him had wondered if it wouldn't be better to team her up with someone else for this first patrol. If he could really let her open her wings if he was along with her. But Bucky knew himself well enough to know that he'd be distracted the whole time if he wasn't with her. And maybe letting her have his support (and protectiveness) this first time would be better than throwing her at one of the others. He'd discussed it enough with Nat and Steve, probably driven them insane with it.
He let one hand stroke over her hair, remembering when she had been tiny enough to fit in the crook of his arm. Remembering the terror he'd felt when the world had turned to shit. He'd done the best he could to make sure they were both ready to face it and this was the first real test. It wasn't that he didn't believe she could handle herself, but more he wasn't sure he was ready to see her do it.
He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, reaching up a hand to ruffle her hair, swallowing down his anxieties. "Which horse you takin' out today?"
The stable hands always asked if there were preferences. Out there, trusting the horse you were riding was paramount, and having a bond with them helped. Especially if there were infected around.
it was perfectly reasonable that bucky would be worried about her going out on the routes for the first time. it was a normal response for any parent to feel when their child was going off to do something dangerous. because despite that worry . . he didn't let it keep her from exploring the world , and growing like the rest of the people living in this world.
the reality , was that this was what both of her parents had prepared her for. she'd grown her whole life knowing to move through the world carefully. to listen , to watch everything , and everyone. she was capable.
his voice brought a prideful smile to her face , facing away from him and out the window before that smile grew a little more after he lovingly kissed the top of her head. it wasn't completely abnormal from their normal routine , the only difference being instead of telling him to ' be careful , and come home safe ' , she would be going with him.
❝ no way! ❞ she playfully joked back , before lifting two metal coffee cups , followed by a container she had filled with honey. ❝ plenty of honey . . . and some coffee to go with it. ❞
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Every nerve was telling him to run, to just take the out and go. But the part that was remembering, the one that was yearning to just go to the familiar, the safe, consequences be damned, rooted his feet to the ground. It was the part of him that slowed his steps when he heard mention of Captain America or the Avengers, that sought out every scrap of Steve he had left in his head. He wanted to be back with Steve, desperately so, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet. Not when Steve would look at him and want his friend, not the empty, broken shell HYDRA left behind.
He had to be patient.
His feet shifted against the concrete, eyes narrowed. He didn't want to fall for the trick, but he couldn't help himself. He was the Winter Soldier, he knew he could get out of most things – perhaps even his handlers, if they came for him again.
"And what do you have to say?"
𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 that other man is paranoid, and for good reason. keanu is privvy to the info that steve gave him, which is that captain has been quietly eliminating threats to sergeant's safety behind the scenes so as to not bother bucky's attempt at a new life. keanu hasn't seen anyone else tailing bucky in this moment, but he's been prepared for a fight, either with the sergeant or another assailant. keanu doesn't know how display of powers would be received in this instance, and he needs to try to gain bucky's trust, so he keeps them hidden, purposefully not reaching out psychically. he holds hands up at bucky's assertion, and then his question, giving a shake of his head. honesty is the best policy in these situations, so keanu speaks up. ❝ i won't tell him against your wishes. i do have a weapon on me, but it's for your protection, not to be used against you. if you don't want anything to do with me, i'll leave now. but i think you'll want to hear what i have to say. ❞
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@zapasnoysoldat : i might just die, it would make no difference.
Eyes lifted slowly at the words. He wasn't often left out long enough to have conversations. Then again, maybe they weren't for him, low and mumbled. His hearing allowed him to pick up many things he probably wasn't supposed to – not that he could remember a specific time. It was more... a sense. Like how to hold a knife or shoot a gun. Something he just knew. And he also knew the handlers wouldn't like that he had that knowledge – they would just as soon scrape it out of him with the Chair.
"They'd just bring you back," he replied, voice hoarse with disuse. More sense memories came back: death, the black engulfing him, but being forced back into the light. Screams, probably his own, begging, also probably him. His muscles wanted to flinch, but he knew better.
He knew a lot of things.
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For a moment his only response was a grunt. If he spoke, the words wouldn't have been kind, and they wouldn't have been fair. It wasn't Sam's fault that Captain America was just under the thumb of some government again. And it wasn't even the idea of that that bothered him the most. Bucky had no idea what John Walker was like – but he knew what it was to be under the control of others. To be the gun other people pointed at targets and fired.
"It ain't him I'm really worried about," he said eventually, speaking slowly and trying to put his turbulent thoughts into words. "Not everyone is like you, Steve. If he ain't got the backbone to stand up for what's right, to fight back against any shitty orders he may be given, or-or the morals to even realise what they're askin' him to do is wrong... That's what's worrying me. He may not be a super soldier, but Captain America has power, even without the serum. What if they try and bring back something like the Accords?"
Steve looked across at Bucky as he mentioned Sam, wondering if Bucky was pissed off that all of this had happened. None of them had seen this coming, but now Steve wondered why he had been so naive after everything the Government had done. Why was he surprised? There was no way they were going to just let the shield sit in a museum for the rest of time.
"I have." He said as he left his food on the plate for the time being. "I respect his decision, none of this is his fault. I know he feels bad but maybe Walker will prove us wrong. I'm not hopeful, but -- got to have hope now and again." Steve said, wondering what was going through Bucky's head. There wasn't going to be a fight, they couldn't storm in and ask for the shield back, not without a reason to. "It won't, we just have to stand back for now. We'll know if it's time to step in."
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Once Steve was up next to him, Bucky hadn't been able to resist reaching out a hand and placing it on a knee. It felt alien under his palm, the muscle around the bone too large, but there was still some familiarity to the underlying shape. It was like discovering his Steve underneath this new form they'd foisted upon him. It made some of the hurt recede, to find the man he had always known was still in there somewhere, just the outside had changed. His thumb ran over the thick fabric, hard enough to make sure Steve still felt it.
He stilled though as Steve spoke, as he listened to the fact that his best friend had thrown himself into this as his first foray into war. It makes him want to wrap Steve in his arms, protect him from the shit Bucky had seen. Intellectually, he'd known what to expect when he was shipped out here, but it was different to live it. His dad had said as much, and he understood now. Steve had gone from doing those shows to this?
"You coulda been killed," he murmured, but turned so his back was to the entrance, cupping Steve's face again. The panic had seeped away a little, the fury dying down. He'd never been able to stay mad at Steve for long. "You're lucky you ain't bein' court-martialed right now, serum or not."
He leant forward and rested his forehead on Steve's shoulder, his eyes falling closed.
"And the serum it didn't..." He swallowed past the lump in his throat. "You're still you? It didn't change you?"
all too soon , he's being asked to move away. he wants to flat out ignore the request -- pull the captain card &* just do what he wants for five more minutes. but he knows what bucky is thinking -- how fragile their time alone actually was. peggy couldn't keep everyone away forever.
still ... as he forces himself up onto the cot , he doesn't completely give up his chance to be close to him. he sits so their thighs are touching. sits so that he can drop a kiss to his best friends shoulder &* let his chin linger there for a moment. ❛ there's only one'a me , buck. ONE OF A KIND. ❜ his tone is teasing , drawing a little smile to the super soldier's lips. he just wants to see that ease from his friend again ----- wants to hear him laugh &* see his smile again.
❛ 'm serious , though. when the experiment was happening , hydra infiltrated. shot the doctor. we lost all the other viles of serum. we have the doctor's notes , but any hope of recreating it is in my blood. they wanted me locked up in a lab ; i picked doing uso shows instead so i could at least get out here --- saving you all was the first time i've seen any real battle. ❜
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Bucky knew he was in a privileged position to tease Steve about anything that could be construed as weakness. Anyone else who tried would be lucky to end up with a punch to the face, but instead he got that radiant smile he'd been chasing since the day they met. The one that lit up Steve's face, all elegant angles and sweeping cheekbones. He had to be one of the prettiest things Bucky had ever seen, and it broke his heart that he couldn't ever just say it. Just hearing Steve laugh, though, was a balm to the hurt, as it always was.
His eyes fell closed again as that touch moved across his face. It was an effort to keep still as his heart hammered in his chest. The lack of sight only made the sensation of fingertips against his skin all the more electric. They'd been fooling around for years, under the stupid pretence of 'practice', a childish excuse Bucky had let slip before he could bring himself to admit the truth. They hadn't discussed it any further than that, but moments like this made Bucky think they didn't need to.
"'S fine," he murmured, lashes fluttering open again. His hand drifted up of its own accord, brushing the bangs away from Steve's forehead, lingering a little in the cornstalk strands. "Don't wanna get up. Your bony legs are surprisingly comfortable."
He wriggled his shoulders, pretending to get more settled, a smirk reappearing on his face.
"Y'know, if I fussed half as much as you are right now, you'd've blown up on me," he continued, raising a brow, challenging Steve to deny it.
his face lights up at the others silly impersonation. laughter bubbles up as he gently shoves bucky's shoulder. ❛ see ? girls'll never take me seriously if they think i gotta have your smug face takin' hits for me. ❜ his tone is affectionate despite his irritation. ❛ at least i get a sympathy card if i got a busted lip. ❜
he's mostly teasing ----- he doesn't want pity. never has. there's so very much to pity about him that it always rubbed him the wrong way to lean on that. he's made the best of his circumstances ; done what he can to appear tough &* self sufficient. it was harder now , without his mom. he didn't want to rely on bucky for anything -- no matter how much bucky begged him to include him.
his hand seems to move without his knowledge as delicate fingertips brush along bucky's jawline to his lip , as if memorizing the circuit &* the damage done. then up along his cheekbone to his temple where he brushes his fingers back through the brunette's hair. soft blue gaze roams his features , taking in just how pretty he is. he should sketch this -- memorialize how heartbreakingly good bucky looks , even with the damage. ( steve would never admit it , but he thinks he looks even more handsome a little roughed up. knight in shining armor , defending your honor kind of beautiful. )
❛ doesn't hurt too bad ? ❜ he murmurs , voice barely above a whisper in the space between them. ❛ i can get some ice ------ try to get the bruising down ? ❜
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Some days he wondered if HYDRA hadn't somehow mixed some of Steve's DNA in with Anya's. It caused such a mix of emotions to swirl in his chest. Pride, panic, sadness. He could never begrudge her standing up for the little guy, given his own life, he just wished she wouldn't get hurt while doing it. It was too late to protect her from the real danger she'd faced when far too young, but he still had the instinct to try.
"So, this has been goin' on a while then?" he asked, continuing to gently clean away the blood from her face before putting the cloth aside and picking up one of her hands to check her knuckles. The pad of his thumb ghosted over them.
"And you just hadta take them on alone, did you?" he asked, feeling hypocritical in the extreme given his history, and yet wanting desperately for her to different. To be better. "Absolutely no one else you could have asked for help?"
getting into fights had become a bit of a normal occurrence for her. sure kids went through phases where they got into fights , but for anya it was a little different. most kids weren't trained assassins with anger problems that rivaled everyone her age. she knew she needed to be a little more on top of things , not get into much trouble. couldn't always help it though , and much like her dad . . anya had grown a fairly intense sense of justice with certain things. and much like her dad . . anya hated a bully.
the other guys had gotten worse than she did , and it would be healed almost completely by morning , but a couple of the guys had gotten a couple good swings in , busting her lip a small part of her eyebrow. she winced when bucky dabbed at her lip , before shrugging her shoulders.
" not really. " she admitted honestly. knowing that wasn't really an acceptable answer. " i was tired of these guys picking on this kid. nobody ever does anything so . . i did. "
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Another kiss was pressed to the side of Steve's head in gratitude, no words necessary. Ever since they were kids, there had been times they didn't need to speak to understand each other. But it was even more so now, feeling so comfortable that Steve could read him, that he could let the words go. On his harder days, it made life simpler, when he could just curl up against Steve's side, uttering nothing, and know it was understood.
"Just the usual is fine for me," he murmured, straightening up and stretching his arms above his head, listening to his spine crack with a slight wince. He didn't need anything complicated, just something to fill his stomach as he came down from the adrenaline.
The heat of the shower had a lot of the tension in his muscles releasing, and he stood for a minute or two, just letting the water hit his shoulders like a soft rain. Bucky might never know how he got so lucky to get to have this, the man he'd loved since before he could remember, a home to welcome him home, warmth and softness. Some days it was overwhelming to contemplate.
He heard the knock at the door while he was towelling off his hair, twisting it into a quick bun as he padded out into the hall, calling out that he'd get it. If the delivery guy recognised him, even in the sweater, sweatpants and fuzzy socks, he didn't show it.
Not bothering with grabbing plates, he placed the box on the coffee table, tucked himself in Steve's side and took a slice that was technically still a little hot to eat.
"So, Clint keeps telling me to watch this movie called The Room," he said around his food.
𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 important it is to bucky to be doing this work and going on these missions. he's helping other people being wronged by HYDRA and steve can only imagine how cathartic every saved person must be, considering what he'd been tasked with doing for decades. steve wholeheartedly supports bucky's missions, and his zeal with which he approaches them ; he also is by his side in these moments after, when bucky has returned home and needs to decompress. it's rewarding work, but that doesn't mean it isn't hard, and steve is there to support bucky through whatever he needs. he only wishes he were more intuitive with this at times, but he knows he's not perfect, and bucky doesn't fault him for this. they work together, better than alone, and steve remains steadfast in place, not going anywhere anytime soon. his retirement essentially guarantees that.
bucky tells him he loves him and gives him a passionate kiss. steve can feel the adoration and tenderness poured into movement of lips, and he returns it easily, reaching up with hand to cup bucky's cheek gently. they pull away for air and steve smiles at bucky the way he smiles for him only ; bright as sunshine, love in his gaze. ❝ i love you too, buck. ❞ steve answers, gaze shifting down to the way lover interlaces their fingers and squeezes his hand. blond nods at bucky's suggestion, immediately prepared for whatever partner is feeling. ❝ that sounds like a great plan, babe. let me know what you want on the pizza and i'll order it while you take your shower. should be here by the time you get out. ❞ he turns to press a kiss to bucky's hairline. he's not so tired that he can't spend time staying up with his boyfriend.
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Teeth grit tighter at the choice of words, one in particular that would make a wave of cold dread wash over his spine whenever he heard it for the rest of his extended life. It felt like everything this guy said was designed specifically to get under Bucky's skin. Before everything, he'd had more patience for quips and jokes in serious situations. Half the Howlies had specialised in it. But now? Now it just felt exhausting.
The gentle whir of the arm adjusting to his tightly clenched fist was the first indication that his muscles were gearing up to punch the guy. The roar in his ears receded as he forced air into his lungs. He fucking hopes he misunderstood what the guy was saying – he'd thought by now he was able to handle having his past thrown into his face.
"Why?" he snapped, unable to help himself. "Does someone scramble your brains before pointing you at a target?"
"touché! but that would be a waste of a... what do the people in your line of work, say? valuable asset." not that he's offering. not that he's wanted. no one's looking to become the next dr. strange, but regulus imagines the various 'good guy' teams would be sorely lacking for recruits if they simply shot everyone on the fear of their being bad.
... if the once-soldier wanted to shoot him, regulus thinks he already would have.
the crown straightens, and though his expression is concealed behind his mask, he does adopt a more somber tone, "no one innocent is going to get hurt." innocent. he makes no promises otherwise; but regulus knows that there are no vesperan remnants who can refer to themselves as 'good.'
"and... you won't mind my asking, of course—but isn't that just a little hypocritical?"
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"They wouldn't last a week with you," Bucky tossed back, lips tipping up into a smirk. He could picture the disaster now. and thanked the universe no one ever decided Captain America was in need of a pet fish. "I still don't know why all those women let you hold their babies way back when."
He lent into the touch a little as Steve spoke, echos in his mind of the thousands of times it had happened before. There something deeply comforting that even if he couldn't pull up specific memories, his body could still recognise the familiar. Steve at his side, offering connection. His hand, reaching out, across time.
"Thanks, Steve," he said softly, before a memory had him chuckling. "Remember when I tried to hide a cat in my room just after Kitty was born?"
He'd found it in an alley, smuggling it into his room while everyone was focused on the baby. Only a kitten still, he'd managed maybe a week before being found out, and the sigh his dad had let out had been world weary but he couldn't hide the twitch of a smile, all the same. They'd found a home for it with a a neighbour in the end.
"Let me know when you're free and wanna go," he added, feeling a little shy again as he offered Steve a small smile.
Steve wanted Bucky to be happy, that was all he wanted in the world. Every day he was seeing a bit more of the old Bucky coming out, even if he couldn't see it himself. No-one was ever going to be the same person they were back in the 40's. They had been through so much, he definitely wasn't the same person as he was either.
"You're right, I don't. Can't say I've ever looked in to taking care of fish, don't strike me as my ideal pet." Steve confessed half the time he felt as though he could barely look after himself let alone something else. But with Bucky, he knew having a reason to get up every day would him good. He smiled and nodded in agreement at the suggestion of a cat, Bucky was always the one feeding strays on their streets when they were kids.
"Course I'm okay with that, Buck." He smiled and patted his friends back softly, he was making so much progress. Steve wasn't needed, but Bucky was inviting him, making sure wasn't doing things alone. He liked that. "That's true, don't want to be wearing protective gear every time I walk in to your apartment because the cat hates me."
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i missed having some form of icons so i made verse icons and it took hours oh my god
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the tortured poets department sentence starters.
i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me.
i love you, it's ruining my life.
my husband is cheating. i wanna kill him.
thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.
who's gonna hold you like me?
who's gonna know you, if not me?
sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.
everyone we know understands why it's meant to be. 'cause we're crazy.
who else is gonna know me?
i should've known it was a matter of time.
we could've played for keeps this time.
once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.
he told me i'm better off, but i'm not.
fuck it if i can't have him.
i might just die, it would make no difference.
fuck it if i can't have us.
'cause fuck it, i was in love.
i stopped trying to make him laugh.
how much sad did you think i had in me?
you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.
just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?
you swore you love me, but where were the clues?
i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.
i forget if this was ever fun.
no, i'm not coming to my sense.
i know he's crazy, but he's the one i want.
i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.
i'll tell you something about my good name - it's mine alone to disgrace.
you ain't gotta pray for me.
no, you can't come to the wedding.
it's gonna be alright, i did my time.
i will never lose my baby again.
ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake.
they said i was a cheat. i guess it must be true.
yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.
tell me i'm dispicable, say it's unforgivable.
am i allowed to cry?
i keep recalling things we never did.
someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts.
if it's make-believe, why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?
they're gonna crucify me anyway.
what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?
you don't get to tell me about "sad."
if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.
who's afraid of little old me?
at all costs, keep your good name.
you don't get to tell me you feel bad.
so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?
say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?
i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?
i'm fearsome, and i'm wretched, and i'm wrong.
you caged me, and then you called me crazy.
i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
i can fix him. no really, i can.
come close, i'll show you heaven.
trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man.
you said i'm the love of your life.
well, you took me to hell, too.
what we thought was for all time was momentary.
are they second-hand embarrassed that i can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?
you're the loss of my life.
i can handle my shit.
he said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short.
i can do it with a broken heart.
i'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.
i cry a lot, but i am so productive. it's an art.
you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.
i'm sure i can pass this test.
they said, "babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and i did.
'cause i'm miserable! and nobody even knows!
was any of it true?
who the fuck was that guy?
they just ghosted you. now you know what it feels like.
i don't even want you back.
you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.
were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?
'cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.
i would've died for your sins. instead i just died inside.
i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.
i haven't come around in so long, but i'm making a comeback to where i belong.
this town is fake, but you're the real thing.
the crown is stained, but you're the real queen.
you're the new god we're worshipping.
it's hell on earth to be heavenly.
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It was inevitable that this day would come, but he'd known he'd never be ready for it. When he'd first held her tiny form, when she'd been so new, he'd fantasied about the life she'd have. This hadn't even crossed his mind, but Bucky liked to think he'd prepared her well regardless. However difficult it was to let her go out into danger, he knew it was better than the alternative. She needed to be able to defend herself, and prove she could defend the rest of them as well.
His own pack was already prepared, items well-worn and familiar, sitting by the door. The patrol he was taking her on was much the same as his equipment: it was a regularly trodden route, one they often took newbies on to get them accustomed to patrols. Fingers crossed it would be just as uneventful as always.
"Good job, baby," he said with a smile, walking up behind her and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Eyeing the thermos, his smile grew teasing. "You gonna share some of that with your old man?"
if you didn't know any better , just from how anya moved about the house , you'd think it was christmas morning. it might as well have been for the teenager as she quickly dressed for the day.
the day , which happened to be her first day on going on routes with her dad. she'd been practically begging to go with him and finally . . it was determined that she was ready to start going with. she really was. anya was focused when she wanted to be . . . and she had always wanted to be out there with her dad. so much in fact that she was determined to do everything right.
she made sure all her hardy clothes were ready , packed her bag , and woke up early to make breakfast and even coffee. she'd just finished packing some little snacks when she heard footsteps , and smiled with pride before stashing the snacks , and reaching to fill the old thermos with hot coffee.
❛ i checked , double checked , and triple checked , everything i need is packed and ready to go. ❜
▬ @jbbarnes .
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