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alright, now that tumblr is done with it’s shite-- find me at @symbolstill

#「 ooc 」 so every time that they want to count you out: use your voice every single time you open up your mouth.

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the fact that tumblr just terminated my brand new blog....

#guess i won't be writing then. #like actually wtf though? #「 ooc 」 so every time that they want to count you out: use your voice every single time you open up your mouth.

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please redirect yourselves to symbolstill and i’ll follow once i have things going again!

#「 ooc 」 so every time that they want to count you out: use your voice every single time you open up your mouth. #grumbes at tumblr still

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#「 ooc 」 so every time that they want to count you out: use your voice every single time you open up your mouth. #do i really gotta remake to get a shadowban off my ass? #why can't i just be allowed to live though??? #[ whines in dramatic brit ]

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                                     you are expendable                                                                                 because you’re a SOLDIER

                                                 and soldiers sacrifice themselves                                                           so others won’t have to

#「 study 」 for all of us who've seen the light salute the dead and lead the fight. #sdfghjkl #「 queue 」 they say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me. so i got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see.

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I like the feeling of making things. It’s very very rewarding. And filmmaking is that type of experience, where you’re forced to collaborate with so many people. You’re involved in the beginning to end, you’re involved with so many elements, and when it’s done, you’re like, ‘I made this movie.

#「 visage 」 we may not be perfect but the safest hands are still our own. #he should be illegal

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20     ACTION     STARTERS          -          FEEL     FREE     TO     ADD     (     +     REVERSE     )     TO     SWITCH     DIRECTIONS

(     hit     )  :          for     sender     to     hit     receiver     across     the     face

(     behind     )  :          for     sender     to     hug     receiver     from     behind

(     excuse     )  :          for     sender     to     grab     receiver     by     the     wrist     to     sneak     them     away     from     an     event

(     hide     )  :          for     sender     to     find     receiver     hiding     from     them

(     forehead     )  :          for     sender     to     gently     kiss     receiver     on     the     forehead     

(     yell     )  :          for     sender     to     yell     obscenities     at     the     receiver

(     shoulder     )  :          for     sender     to     give     the     receiver     a     reassuring     squeeze     on     the     shoulder

(     shove     )  :          for     sender     to     shove     receiver     out     of     anger

(     hold     )  :          for     sender     to     hold     the     receiver     while     they     cry

(     promise     )  :          for     sender     to     pinky     promise     something     to     receiver

(     fire     )  :          for     sender     to     harm     receiver     in     friendly     fire

(     confess     )  :          for     sender     to     tell     a     secret     to     receiver          /          feel     free     to     specify     secret

(     offer     )  :          for     sender     to     offer     a     gift     to     receiver     in     apologies

(     wash     )  :          for     sender     to     wash     blood     off     of     receiver

(     meal     )  :          for     sender     to     cook     receiver     a     homemade     meal

(     peck     )  :          for     sender     to     give     receiver     a     quick     &     spontaneous     kiss

(     stay     )  :          for     sender     to     prevent     receiver     from     leaving  ,          either     from     anger     or     care

(     pressure     )  :          for     sender     to     try     &     pressure     a     secret     out     of     receiver

(     rain     )  :          for     sender     let     receiver     in     from     a     storm     outside

(     hate     )  :          for     sender     to     tell     receiver     they     hate     them

#「 meme 」 ain't nobody gonna take my life. ain't nobody gonna get the best of me. #i have gOOD INTENTIONS AND A WILL TO WRITE

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CHRIS EVANS Defending Jacob (2020)

#「 visage 」 we may not be perfect but the safest hands are still our own. #gdi steve stop being literally perfect #on this weeks episode of ‘what’s stressing out cap?’ #these faces are always reserved for government officials lbr #they get him wound up to the extreme #👌👌👌👌👌 #meanwhile he’s out here looking fiiiiiine

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“Didn’t we fire him?” “Twice.”

#「 visage 」 we may not be perfect but the safest hands are still our own. #wow asgard steve vibes much??? 😍

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                      HE’S PRETTY SURE THAT’S WHAT A SKRULL WOULD SAY, TOO, but first of all: Why would a Skrull turn into Steve and appear in his backyard all of a sudden? To do what? And secondly: Cookie isn’t lying. A dog can notice very well if someone just looks like somebody else, but isn’t the right person beneath clothes and makeup or a nano mask. And Cookie might be friendly to most humans and demand pets from everyone in his vicinity, but certainly not after such a rather frightening occurrence. (Just shattering your mug is a frightening occurrence to Cookie, after all.) And yet he’s still standing in front of — that guy and is wagging his tail off. “What,” Steve makes. This whole situation is bizarre. “I — yeah, that’s my dog. His name is Cookie.”

                      He looks the man up and down again, noticing the little differences; not only the hair situation but also the way he stands (both feet square on the ground, so probably no bum knee) and dresses. Shit, maybe he should call Dr. Strange. He’s best equipped when you think you encountered another one of yourself, right? “Okay, listen, this is weird as hell. But maybe you should come inside because it’s cold, and I have a really nosy neighbor. If she sees two of us standing in the garden, she will probably call the cops, and I have no idea how to explain this to them.” He gestures between the two of them, then sort of points to the house. “So, um, mi casa es su casa?”

        𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚  𝘞𝘈𝘚  𝘞𝘌𝘐𝘙𝘋  𝘍𝘖𝘙  𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚  𝘎𝘜𝘠  𝘛𝘖𝘖,  𝘏𝘜𝘏?  it  was  sort  of  a  comfort  to  know  that  he  wasn’t  the  only  one  out  of  their  comfort  zone  on  this.  there  were  subtle  differences  in  the  other  him  that  made  this  even  weirder,  especially  when  he’d  been  returning  the  stones  so  that  they  wouldn’t  create  any  alternate  timelines  —  but  this?  this  was  clearly  not  his  earth.  not  with  this  other  him  that  was  stood  there  in  front  of  what  he  claimed  was  his  house.  bucky  was  waiting  for  him  back  home  —  steve  had  promised  that  this  was  his  last  mission  and  then  he’d  be  back  to  living  life  as  a  civilian.  it  was  meant  to  be  one  last  mission  to  keep  things  on  the  straight  and  narrow,  but  this  wasn’t  what  he’d  expected  to  happen.  he  looked  down  at  the  device  that  bruce  had  set  him  up  with,  the  thing  gave  a  sizzle  that  let  him  know  he  wasn’t  jumping  anywhere  any  time  soon.  hell.

        “ uh,  sure .”  his  agreement  was  more  distraction  than  anything  but  he  rose  his  blue  eyes  to  the  other  him,  troubled  eyes  seeing  every  subtle  difference  as  something  that  deferred  this  earth  from  his  own.  he  took  a  step  toward  the  other  him,  motioning  for  him  to  lead  the  way,  seeing  as  he  didn’t  know  this  house.  the  dog  followed  at  his  side,  wagging  as  he  went.

#shieldretired #「 vs: endgame 」 you can't erase us. you'll just have to face us! #steve just: fuk bucky's gonna kill me #「 queue 」 they say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me. so i got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see.

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                    Neither Fury nor Coulson followed them, which was a pleasant surprise, although Bucky had no doubts that they watched their every step through the countless surveillance cameras and debated just how they could keep Steve here without kidnapping him and throwing him into a high-security prison. The agents that passed them didn’t pay them much attention besides lifting a brow at their odd clothes; finding Captain America was reserved for high clearance levels, apparently. Bucky just hoped that they could continue their walk out like this.

                    “I don’t know. They didn't… they thought your brain might be injured. Some looney stuff, you know? People being frozen and waking up after decades isn’t common, not even in this century. So they didn’t want to scare you or confuse you.” They reached the little office Bucky changed and left his clothes and belongings in. He grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys, and then stared at the metal arm. Shit, Steve shouldn’t have to deal with that on top of all the crazy things he was already being confronted with, so Bucky quickly shoved the arm into an old-fashioned backpack they considered giving Bucky for maximum 40s style, then turned around and smiled at his friend. It was still like being punched in the gut just looking at him. “I won’t let them keep you as their lab rat, Steve. I’ll get you out of here. I’ll get you home and then we can… we can talk about all this, get you settled in. Okay? I promise.”

                    He slung the backpack over his shoulder and reached for Steve’s arm, squeezing his hand reassuringly. He didn’t want to let go anymore because this was Steve, and he was alive and well, so Bucky thought fuck it and just kept holding his hand as he was leading him out of the little office and down the hallway to a whole row of elevators. “Romanoff,” he greeted the red-haired woman waiting there. This sure as hell wasn’t a coincidence, but as long as she didn’t try anything, it was okay. “Barnes,” she said as they stepped into the same elevator, ogling Steve with blatant interest. Bucky’s shoulders were up around his ears in defense until they got out at ground level and managed to walk to the glass doors through a whole throng of agents and office workers. “I’m gonna call an Uber, wait for a second,” he muttered once they were outside, fishing for his phone.

        𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘈  𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛  𝘏𝘈𝘋  𝘉𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘠  𝘕𝘖𝘛   𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌,  𝘏𝘈𝘋  𝘏𝘌  𝘕𝘖𝘛  𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  𝘈𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘌,  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘕  𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘝𝘌  𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛  𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌  𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕  𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘋  𝘐𝘕  𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  𝘞𝘈𝘠  𝘛𝘖  𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛  𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘌𝘋  𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘓  𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘔  𝘞𝘈𝘚𝘕’𝘛  𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎.  it  sure  didn’t  put  those  fellas  in  his  good  books.  it  was  clear  by  the  way  that  the  room  had  been  staged  that  they  didn’t  have  a  long-term  plan,  so  he  supposed  that  they  hadn’t  planned  to  keep  him  there  much  longer  than  a  handful  of  hours,  but  that  didn’t  mean  that  they  hadn’t  had  a  back  up  plan.  his  frown  only  etched  further  into  his  features  as  bucky  admitted  that  he  hadn’t  known  their  overall  plan,  it  was  clear  that  bucky  hadn’t  followed  whatever  version  of  their  plan  that  they  had  briefed  him  on.         there  was  a  creeping  feeling  of  disbelief  sinking  in,  though  the  more  he  saw  of  the  building  that  they  were  in,  the  harder  it  was  to  allow  denial  to  take  effect  —  the  proof  was  right  here  in  front  of  him  after  all.  even  as  they  stopped  for  bucky  to  collect  his  stuff,  steve’s  eyes  wandered  to  the  electric  lighting  that  didn’t  buzz  or  flicker  and  frowned.  what  if  all  of  this  was  just  his  minds  way  of  processing  his  own  death?  he’d  put  the  bird  to  the  ground,  he  remembered  that  —  so  had  he  TRULY  woken  from  that?  was  this  all  just  a  bad  dream  that  he  would  wake  from?  was  this  a  test?  his  expression  didn’t  change  as  he  followed  bucky  to  the  elevator,  though  he  straightened  and  blue  eyes  moved  from  his  pal  to  the  woman  that  bucky  addressed.  “ ma’am. ”  he  greeted,  understanding  that  bucky  wasn’t  about  to  conduct  introductions  with  how  he’d  tensed  up  the  moment  the  dame  had  been  within  sight.  he  nodded  to  the  red  head  once  as  they  departed,  though  it  hadn’t  escaped  his  notice  that  the  elevator  had  been  silent,  without  much  feel  of  movement,  no  music,  no  sudden  shake  as  they  reached  the  destination  floor.  then  they  stepped  out  the  main  doors  of  the  building  and  steve  FROZE.

        he  heard  bucky  speak  but  he  didn’t  really  hear  it,  blue  eyes  moving  over  the  busy  street  before  them.  automobiles  drove  their  designated  path  on  the  street,  though  they  weren’t  the  kind  of  vehicles  that  steve  was  accustomed  to,  building  after  building  rose  in  shining  contrast  to  the  brick  and  windowed  builds  he  was  used  to,  people  walked  and  talked  or  looked  down  at  a  device  in  their  hand  that  looked  like  a  communications  device  of  some  kind.  and  steve—  steve  felt  like  he  was  falling.  he  saw  bucky  pull  out  a  similar  metal  device  as  his  own  breathing  increased  a  little  —  he  was  in  the  future.  “ what  is  that  thing? ” he  manages  to  speak  despite  himself,  trying  not  to  let  his  panic  show  regardless  of  his  slightly  harsher  breathing.

#hydrasweapon #「 vs: first avenger 」 we are the young. dying sons. we live to change the face of history. #i'm emotional don't mind me #sdfghj #「 queue 」 they say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me. so i got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see.

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*✲⋆    @symbolstill​​​ sent: [ insist ] one muse keeps a firm hold on the other and gives an expression to indicate they want them to open up/tell the truth. 

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐒𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃.   she didn’t recognise herself sometimes.  she had been through grief before why was this so different?    why had she decided to place the entire world on eighteen year old shoulders?  but she had always placed it on her shoulders hadn’t she?   She would have done ANYTHING for any of them,    and she wasn’t able to.     the guilt was consuming even if she knew there was nothing she could have personally done.     She couldn’t save any of them – even fi she wanted to. No amount of training or hard work could have brought them back.    IT WAS THE LACK OF GOODBYE THAT HURT THE MOST. 

She never got to have that final moment with her father,   but at least their last moments together had been positive.  Derek Bishop always knew how to make her smile.   She could feel the tear falling down her face.   She would always miss her father but every time she did some good she was reminded of him.   Her HERO.    in death and in life.     THE OTHERS SHE MISSED:    she never got to have any last moment with them.    TWO WERE IN HIDING,   the other she had sent text messages.    Clint was under house arrest and she promised to stay out of trouble,     put her own bow away.      more tears fell down her cheeks.    She didn’t even get to say how sorry she was.    She disappeared and the next thing she knew — five years had gone by and everything was different now.     SHE FEELS A HAND ON HER SHOULDER.   A FIRM HOLD.            futz.      someone had found her. 

She quickly moves to wipe the evidence from her cheek.   She hadn’t been crying.    the redness around her eyes was just due to the cold.   Turning around she notes Steve’s expression.   It’s not usually the way he looks at her.    Then again,    five years was a long time.  Nearly everyone looked at her differently now.    ❛  you can stop looking at me like that… both of you keep looking at me like that,   like you expect me to just BREAK at any minute. I’m not broken and i’m doing fine and the sooner you all accept that,  the better.    there is nothing wrong with me. ❜

        𝘏𝘌  𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋  𝘏𝘌𝘙  𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘌,  𝘈𝘚  𝘔𝘖𝘚𝘛  𝘞𝘏𝘖  ��𝘌𝘙𝘌  𝘛𝘙𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘛𝘖  𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙  𝘋𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘚  𝘋𝘐𝘋.  steve  himself,  in  the  few  weeks  after  waking  from  the  ice  had  sought  solitude  despite  feeling  so  desperately  alone  in  the  world  —  that  was  until  he  met  the  rest  of  the  avengers.  the  world  had  changed  again  since  then,  it  had  done  so  many  times,  and  this  was  no  small  exception.  for  some  of  them  the  last  five  years  had  ceased  to  exist,  while  the  others  continued  to  live  with  the  loss  of  those  that  were  gone  and  had  to  deal  with  that  every  day.  that  didn’t  mean  that  those  that  had  disappeared  weren’t  struggling,  their  entire  lives  had  been  turned  upside  down  from  the  very  moment  that  they  had  snapped  back  into  existence.  steve  could  understand  better  than  most  what  that  was  like.

        seemingly  lost  in  thought,  steve  approached  the  girl  that  he  saw  as  a  niece  and  placed  a  hand  on  her  shoulder  companionably.  if  it  steadied  her  mind  a  little,  he  did  not  know,  but  being  here  in  new  asgard  spoke  for  itself  considering  the  state  of  both  thor  and  steve’s  mental  well-being  at  the  moment.  those  that  looked  to  heal  had  each  found  their  way  amongst  others  that  were  struggling,  and  steve  didn’t  mind  having  kate  around,  in  fact  she  was  a  more  than  welcome  addition  as  it  kept  things  between  himself  and  thor  from  becoming  awkward.  the  pair  hadn’t  been  TOGETHER  for  the  last  five  years  since  the  snap  but  now  they  were  sharing  space  to  find  a  way  to  heal  together  rather  than  apart.  that  didn’t  mean  that  they  were  in  a  relationship  again  though.          worn  features,  older  looking  from  lack  of  sleep  and  worry  rather  than  actual  ageing,  studied  the  brunette  as  she  hid  her  tears  and  steve  released  a  long  breath,  staring  outward  instead  of  looking  at  kate  herself.  “ y’know,  i’ve  had  a  bit  of  experience  in  missing  time  and  i  wasn’t  fine.  you  could  say  that  i  get  it  better  than  maybe  clint  or  thor  would. ”  he  wasn’t  going  to  push  her  —  everyone  talked  in  their  own  time,  and  steve  had  his  own  ptsd  and  insomnia  to  deal  with.  he  was  trying  to  heal  without  thor  as  a  crutch.  “ listen,  you’re  a  good  kid  —  just  know  that  none  of  us  expect  anything  outta  you.  we’ve  all  got  stuff  to  deal  with,  y’know? ”

#pizzalegacy #「 vs: post endgame 」 breathe out. breathe in. american oxygen. every breath i breathe while chasin' this american dream. #steve just wants her to be okay tbh #nothing about himself ty ty #「 queue 」 they say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me. so i got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see.

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keep yourself busy so you can stay out of your feelings.

#「 study 」 for all of us who've seen the light salute the dead and lead the fight. #this is fine???? #just a fella and his ptsd #「 queue 」 they say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me. so i got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see.

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His life had been punctuated by horrible awakenings, in and out of cold sleep as the ark ship conducted its centuries-long odyssey. Each time he had found himself in another time, another world, less fit for human habitation. That was what the nightmares were about: not the cold itself, which was only a trigger. Not even that he might not wake, though that had been a real possibility with the Gilgamesh’s failing life support. He feared waking once more into a world he didn’t understand, where everyone else had rushed ahead and left him behind. - Adrian Tchaikovsky, Children of Ruin

#「 visage 」 we may not be perfect but the safest hands are still our own. #i’m gonna be here crying nbd #this is literally spot on and it hurts my soul #i just— #😭😭😭

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    * hydrasweapon​:

                     Damn right you are, the Soldier thought as he relaxed a wee bit, though still remained standing next to the door of his cell. Yes, his cell. Nobody stayed here except him. Doctors, guards, handlers, they only ever entered to bring him somewhere else, thus it was only logical to see this space as something that belonged to the Soldier. Until now. Because apparently, the new handler wouldn’t leave again?! The Soldier couldn’t help the scowl creeping upon his features when hearing the man’s last words. That was not standard protocol. Handlers were very high up in the chain of command, they gave orders, they decided what happened with everyone, they lived in huge houses with expensive furniture, and ate caviar for breakfast. What kind of bullshit was this?

                     “I was not briefed on this change of standard procedure,” he said through clenched teeth. He just woke up. They introduced the new handler a few minutes ago; when should that have happened? Fuck. The Soldier swallowed thickly and then squared his shoulders. He could handle this. He just had to approach this from a logical point of view and that told him that a handler staying with him was very illogical because they rather were anywhere else with a lot more comfort. So there had to be a reason why they chose this over soft beds and soft women. The Soldier’s mind came to a screeching halt at this. They wanted to watch him more closely. There was no other explanation. 

                     “Did any of my previous actions displease the old handler?” he asked, again without being prompted to speak. This time, he did not care. “Did I fail to complete a mission to the handler’s utmost satisfaction?” He was disturbed; not because he craved the handler to be happy but because he knew that discontentment would result in punishment. Yet he hadn’t been punished. This was very confusing. “I do not understand.”

        𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘋  𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘊𝘌𝘋𝘜𝘙𝘌  —  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚  𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘏𝘐𝘚  𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘛  𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋’𝘚  𝘔𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘏  𝘓𝘌𝘍𝘛  𝘈𝘕  𝘈𝘊𝘐𝘋𝘐𝘊  𝘛𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌  𝘐𝘕  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕’𝘚  𝘔𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘏,  𝘏𝘐𝘚  𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛  𝘊𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘐𝘕  𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘚  𝘈𝘛  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘜𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕.  bucky  was  used  to  this  treatment.  he  had  to  swallow  down  his  emotions,  had  to  try  not  to  let  all  of  this  get  to  him,  he  could  deal  with  it  and  his  emotions  once  the  pair  of  them  were  OUT  of  H.Y.D.R.A.’s  grasp,  but  until  then  steve  needed  to  try  to  win  this  soldier  over  so  that  they  could  form  a  plan.  he  didn’t  know  how  deep  a  hold  they  had  on  him  though,  and  steve  couldn’t  be  sure  that  what  he  said  wouldn’t  get  reported  back.  he  needed  to  keep  the  information  to  the  point  and  within  hydra’s  limits,  or  at  least  he  did  until  he  knew  whether  he  could  trust  this  stranger  that  was  wearing  his  best  friend’s  face.

        “ yeah,  well  i’m  not  standard  issue  H.Y.D.R.A.,  either  —  m’ more  like  you;  not  here  by  choice,  y’know? ”  he  fumbles  his  explanation  and  sighs.  “ maybe  i’ll  get  my  own  cell  later,  but  i  don’t  think  that  my  comfort  is  high  on  their  priority  list. ”  he  makes  a  face  despite  himself,  it  shows  his  distaste  at  their  situation  as  a  whole.  blue  eyes  move  over  the  soldier  and  steve’s  brows  raise  in  response  to  his  words.  “  i  don’t  think  you’ve  performed  badly,  pal.  in  fact,  i  think  they’re  happy  with  what  you  do  for  them  and  they’re  hoping  that  i’ll  follow  suit    —  provided  that  i  know  what’s  good  for  me,  that  it. ”

        in  fairness,  steve  had  never  been  one  to  know  what  was  good  for  him.  he  was  stubborn  beyond  all  good  sense;  it  was  something  bucky  and  steve’s  ma  had  told  him  far  too  many  times  before.  steve’s  words  were  too  familiar,  he  knew,  and  he  needed  to  stop  treating  this  soldier  like  bucky,  but  steve’s  heart  knew  that  this  man  was  bucky,  he  just  didn’t  know  how  much  of  his  pal  was  still  in  there,  if  at  all.  “ this  is  still  your  space. ”

#this just in: i'm still in pain #hydrasweapon #「 vs: first avenger 」 we are the young. dying sons. we live to change the face of history. #me-- writing??? who is she??? #「 queue 」 they say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me. so i got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see.

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                    “Yeah, I’ll ask Barton. Or one of the twins. Pietro is close to that Polish liquor shop one block down from Cheng’s. I think he has a thing for Podolski’s daughter. Honestly, we got a month of quiet, and now that asshole starts to cause problems again. It’s annoying,” Bucky mutters as he sits up properly. He lets his gaze travel over Steve’s body one last time, then reaches over to give Steve’s dick (barely covered by the blanket now) an affectionate squeeze. “Tonight, baby,” he promises before he climbs out of bed, puts on some underwear and trousers, and then heads towards the kitchen, leaving the door open.

                     “I’m making waffles for breakfast,” he calls, cursing as he nearly trips over the cat. “Yeah, yeah, making waffles after I gave you your food,” he adds before he fills Alpine’s bowl with kibble, then starts the coffee maker and gets out all the ingredients. Mondays are bad enough; at least they can start off with something good instead of dry toast and bacon. Well, bacon is pretty awesome, but he has to watch Steve’s cholesterol a little. “You want me to come along to that meeting with Stark? I know that he’s grating on your nerves more often than not. Plus, it’s my birthday in a couple of weeks. If he has shiny new weapons, I want one as a birthday present.”

        𝘗𝘐𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘌  𝘈𝘕𝘋  𝘏𝘐𝘚  𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘕𝘚  𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌  𝘈  𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘔  𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠  𝘕𝘌𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘋  𝘛𝘖  𝘒𝘌𝘌𝘗  𝘈𝘕  𝘌𝘠𝘌  𝘖𝘕,  𝘈𝘕𝘋  𝘐𝘛  𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌𝘋  𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘝𝘌  𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘌  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌  𝘛𝘖  𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒  𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠  𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌  𝘚𝘌𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘠  𝘛𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘖𝘜𝘛  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘚𝘒𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘚  𝘖𝘍  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙  𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠.  his  frown  was  only  accented  by  his  beard  and  the  way  his  brows  came  together,  shadowing  his  eyes  with  a  promise  of  upcoming  violence,  though  he  hoped  to  keep  from  that  for  as  long  as  possible.  pierce  was  testing  them,  and  steve  might  well  have  said  as  much  had  bucky  not  slid  his  hand  deftly  beneath  the  barely  there  sheet  to  squeeze  at  his  dick.  steve  grunted  in  response,  raising  to  grab  at  bucky  as  he  made  his  promise  and  walked  from  the  room  with  alpine  quick  to  lead  the  way.  “ tease. ”         as  bucky  calls  from  the  next  room,  moving  through  their  home,  steve  sits  up  on  the  side  of  the  bed,  having  remained  leant  against  his  elbow  on  his  side  from  where  he’d  swiped  at  bucky  to  grab  him.  if  he’d  really  wanted  to  delay  them,  he’d  have  done  it.  instead  he  flipped  the  sheet  aside  and  sat  upright,  standing  naked  without  a  care  and  padded  toward  the  bathroom  with  the  intent  of  starting  his  day  —  waffles  did  make  the  day  seem  better  and  so  he  busied  himself  with  washing  up  a  little  before  pulling  on  some  underwear,  an  undershirt,  and  trousers  but  leaving  his  braces  hanging  in  favour  of  venturing  toward  the  smell  of  food.  “  smells  good,  doll. ”  he  would  never  pass  on  a  meal  that  bucky  made,  and  that  was  a  fact.  he  padded  his  way  to  the  table  to  sit,  blue  eyes  following  his  lover  as  he  resumed  the  conversation  they  had  been  having. “ stark’s  getting  too  sure  of  himself  —  knows  how  to  press  my  buttons,  i  guess.  hell,  if  you  wanna  come,  i’m  sure  we’ll  find  somethin’  to  your  likin’. ”

#hydrasweapon #「 au vs: mafia 」 that's life. that's what all the people say. you're ridin high in april and shot down in may. #「 queue 」 they say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me. so i got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see.