#afallencommando : bucky barnes

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @stripesofbrooklyn )

While laughing, "oh. Thanks, punk. Didn't even get to enjoy not bein' a jerk."

#ic #stripesofbrooklyn #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : ??? #ooc: distinct lack of laughing icons in this folder #ooc: pray for me #put it in the queue

[miraculousgifts]

ღ

FOR EVERY “ღ” I GET, I WILL MENTION SOMEONE’S MUSE I SHIP/WOULD LIKE TO SHIP MY MUSE WITH!

A muse I currently ship with: Bucky Barnes ( @afallencommando )

A muse I want to ship with: Steve Rogers

#( either of my girls for Steve tbh... but definitely want it more for Adri ) #( the soldiers who have seen some shit ) #( they could bond over motorcycles and their military experience and their desire to just help people ) #outoftheshop #just the writer ( mun ) #preguntas? ( asks ) #does that make sense? ( answers ) #hidden behind a grey mask ( anonymous )

[dontcallmeaurorastark]

Continued from X @afallencommando

Rori crossed her arms unamused at Bucky’s sarcasm. She leaned forward from the chair she had been sitting in. “Yeah, actually,” she stated with a slight glare, “I want to know if you’re ok Barnes. You...you kind of passed out on us.” Rori hated to show she was actually concerned for the other. Especially, after all, he put her friends and her through, but she was. That’s why she was in his room. Sitting in there. Looking at him. She had been watching over him. “So, are you alright Bucky?” 

#afallencommando #rp #v: tbd #// you're very welcome for the meme :3

[angelstxrk]

Starter for @afallencommando

Angel usually wouldn't handle something like a Hydra base alone. The last Hydra base she helped snuff out was when all the team was still together. She tried to remind herself that base had been much larger than this and there was nothing to worry about. Still, she chose to use the Mark 15 because this mission called for stealth. It was lightweight, fast and could camouflage itself. She could round up all the Hydra scum before they even knew she was there.

She only informed Vision on what she was up to.  Her dad was taking a much-needed vacation with Pepper and she didn't want to disturb him. She could have informed SHIELD or anyone else to handle this sort of thing but when it came to Hydra...things felt personal.

They had caused so much pain. For Steve of course but she could never forget what they did to Bucky Barnes. They had wrecked him beyond repair and were the reason her grandparents were dead.

She didn't blame Bucky for their death. She didn't blame Bucky for a single thing. She might have resented him and envied him more than she should. It was hard not to when Steve put him above anyone else.

She tried to shake any thought about them as she made her way dodging around piles of trash.

The base was in an abandoned soda factory in Australia. Given that it was the dead of summer, she was regretting not having ac installed in the suit. At least JARVIS added it to her to do list when this was all said and done with.

She had successfully captured most of the people on guard when she was heading to the main part of the base. The actual factory part where the machines looked to be in utter ruin. Her mini-drones had shown her a total of 20 people.

Her plan was to go in and incapacitate them as while remaining silent as possible. She knew she could take on 20 armed people but she didn't want any of them alerting any other bases to her presence.

"Ms, there seems to be someone else in the building," JARVIS informed her

She was crouched behind construction equipment and her eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you talking about, JARVIS?" She whispered.

The video feed from her drones appeared in front of her and she saw Bucky Barnes stopping two men without making a single sound.

Her mouth fell open in surprise as she watched him continue. She never thought she would see the man again. Not after everything that happened but yet here he was. Doing her job for her and injuring the Hydra scum as much as she wished she could. Far too much to be of any use to SHIELD later.

"Shit." She muttered underneath her breath quite a few times before making herself airborne.

"Ms, may I remind you that the goal was to remain unseen," JARVIS reminded her but she was already flying toward the remains of the building.

"SHIELD needs those bastards alive and conscious. At this rate, he'll have them all in coma's." She muttered angrily. "Maximum Speed!"

She had never attempted to use the speed of the suit at full power but now was better than ever.

It was far harder to control than most of the suits but she did it. In the course of about 30 seconds, she paralyzed and confined the remaining Hydra threats.

She landed in front of Bucky panting as she stepped out of the suit looking quite angry in her shorts and tank top.

"What the hell, Barnes?" She questioned. "I've been here for hours dealing with this shit and you just appear out of fucking nowhere almost killing people? I mean, hell, I don't blame you, their garbage humans, but we need them alive to track down more." She stressed as she walked closer to him.

#afallencommando #°。 illuminating interactions °。 ( interactions ) #☇ i’ll burry my love in the MOONDUST ☇ (CURRENT VERSE)

[thegirlfallsfromthesky]

my url for the url thing, if you want to

@afallencommando

Send me your URL and I'll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I LOVE JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES MORE THAN LIFE ITSELFHow they play them: From what I’ve seen so far, pretty well. I like that your Bucky seems to have a bit of an attitude, or that’s what I’ve picked up anyway, I think it suits him a lot and definitely makes sense, given what he’s been throughThe Mun: We haven’t spoken much, but you seem really nice

Do I:

RP with them: YesWant to RP with them: Of course! :)  

What is my;

Overall Opinion: We haven’t written much together yet, but I like seeing you on my dash and I hope we’ll keep writing and do some more stuff in the future :) xxx

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#Off the record || OOC #afallencommando

[ghostsandmirrors]

( starter for @star-spangled-rogers with Bucky )

He shouldn't have been turning up this much.

The museum had become somewhat of a haunt, and wasn't that an appropriate description? He felt like a ghost, standing in front of that old image of James Buchanan Barnes, staring up at it like everyone else did.

That face was so familiar, and so unrecognisable, so impossible to connect to. It was him, supposedly, but it didn't feel like him. It felt like a stranger--and the story making him seem heroic wasn't helping--so he stared at it in silence, gaze unfocused, and hands buried in his jacket pockets. He had gloves on, but he still didn't need to make it obvious that he was hiding something. Hands in pockets was far more neutral.

He didn't know how long he was stood there for, though he knew it was far too long when he blinked himself back into reality and realised that none of the faces in his view were ones he'd seen when he came in. This couldn't be helpful, spending so much time looking at flashes of the past. Snapshots of moments that'd probably felt like they'd last forever.

Turning with a tired sigh, he caught site of… someone. Someone he wasn't sure if he was trying to avoid or not. A blond that he'd pulled out of the river. A small part of him said 'no', that he wasn't trying to hide from this man. An equally small part of him said 'yes', told him to run, to disappear. That part won; he turned away with the intent of blending in with the nearest crowd, hoping that figure hadn't seen him.

#ic #starspangledrogers #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : not a wanted man #ooc: I'm so sorry if this is too long #ooc: me writing a post: this one's going to be shorter! #ooc: me posting the post: i'm sorry it's long #ooc: one day it'll be under 3 paragraphs. mark my words

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @stripesofbrooklyn )

"You ain't never failed me, Steve. Never could." His voice was gentle and he moved to stroke Steve's hair softly while holding him close. "Never gonna blame you."

#ic #stripesofbrooklyn #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : ??? #ooc: the temptation to write 'Gravity fuckin' did though' was so high #ooc: bucky resisted a joke be proud

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @stripesofbrooklyn )

"Am I bein' judged for wantin' to have a nice, calm time with you?" he asked with a laugh. "M'sorry that all I need for my day to be at least alright is you."

It was an overdramatic joke, said with an overdramatic tone and a hint of laughter. As insulted as he tried to pretend to be, he couldn't be convincing with it.

"'sides, there's that bakery on the way..."

#ic #stripesofbrooklyn #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : bucky borth #ooc: i cba with icons for this thread #ooc: effort ew #put it in the queue

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @holygroundscafe )

Truthfully, he barely remembered getting through the door. After a certain point, everything became a haze of pain and dissociation, only broken up by the occasional detail.

The footsteps that he'd heard behind it, the whirring of his metal hand in his pocket as it balled tightly into a fist. The cold laugh from a face dappled with freckles, and the very satisfying feeling of his right hand connecting with tha freckle-dappled face, giving surprise to those conflictingly deep green eyes. His own stumbled footsteps and the pain coming from his side, quietened only by the bell above he door and a nest of voices he didn't know or couldn't pick apart with a single voice he'd instantly recognised as Milo's.

The blank spot in the middle didn't bother him as much as it probably should have; half of his life was a blank spot, an empty hole where memories used to be with nothing to replace them. He was used to this, and that was likely another thing that should've bothered him more than it did.

The irony of him being friends with a witch who could interact with memories as someone with severe memory loss was not lost on Bucky.

"Thanks," he said, fighting back a wince; Milo had managed to put his hand directly over a sore spot, "for all of this." It hadn't been his intention to cause any problems, to almost fall through the door of the café, to probably scare the customers, but he hadn't been told that trouble had followed him so he was at least glad that the punch to the face had probably made them rethink the decision to follow him. At least the decision to follow him into a back alley, where none of them had been able to get distance.

There was a sigh with the statement that they should get him inside and do things to help him. Usually, if he was at home where he knew every hidden knife and thus knew he was safe, he would have argued. He would have insisted that he didn't need to move and he could just clean himself up later, once the surface injuries had healed. As it was, he just nodded. This wasn't his home, so he didn't get to insist on not moving. Instead, he braced himself for having to stand; there was an ache through his ribs that could have been a break or a bruise and the effort required to stand would only make that ache sharper. The focus on that disappeared with the appearance of the question, though, and Bucky shot him a look.

"You ain't gotta worry about me fallin' over and dyin' or anythin'; survived worse than this." He paused before taking a deep breath and instantly regretting it, fighting back any wincing from that ache. "I can stand. This is nothin'." Despite how certain he was that this didn't look like nothing--because those aches and pains weren't going anywhere--and despite how much he wasn't about to list his top 10 beatings, this didn't make that list.

#ic #holygroundscafe #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : not a wanted man #ooc: it's funny how ironic that verse name is #ooc: also i'm so sorry idk how it got this FUCKIN LONG #ooc: i struggled to focus for like half an hour and then wrote a first version then this #ooc: i just hope it's okay u don't have to match length #l o n g b o i #put it in the queue #gif warning for the link

[ghostsandmirrors]

( @hcxcd asked for Bucky )

The sunrise wasn't something that Bucky was usually outside for, but today was different. He'd gone out earlier than normal for a morning walk, leaving a fresh pie in the kitchen--because one didn't truly live with Bucky until they regularly saw a fresh pie on a counter top--and come back after the Sun was up, a little something from the nearest bakery in a brown paper bag for Wanda.

She deserved something nice.

When he saw her after getting back, hanging up his coat and hat, and moving through their home, there was a small smile on his lips.

"Y'know, saw the sunrise for once," he said, being uncharacteristically conversational as he placed the baked good--her favourite--on the surface nearest her, "still not as beautiful as seein' you wake up."

#ic #hcxcd #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : ??? #ooc: ngl I was struggling until I thought of 'saw the sunrise and it's still not as beautiful as seeing you wake up' #ooc: then i was like 'oh fuck yeah we got it' #ooc: 'fuckin incredible work brain gj' #ooc: I hope this is okay #put it in the queue

[ghostsandmirrors]

'Happy Birthday Bucky. Dealers choice. You get to choose what we do today."

There was a deep breath with a soft sigh as he stretched his arms above his head, his face scrunching with the effort.

"Y'know m'always gonna pick somethin' inside, right?" he asked before pausing for a moment to reconsider things. "Could go for a walk, too. Park ain't far away..."

He paused again, then said, "thanks, Stevie."

#ic #ic!ask #ic!answer #stripesofbrooklyn #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : bucky borth #ooc: it's 3am on the 11th but like fuck it

[ghostsandmirrors]

"Take it easy. You're safe now... but you need to relax."

send in “ take it easy. you’re safe now, but you need to relax. ” for the sender to greet a waking receiver after having found them badly wounded and on the brink of collapse at their doorstep.

When he woke up, for half a second he thought he was somewhere else. Another country, another time, another him, though no one would admit it. No one would ever admit it, like they'd never admit that'd been the start. That war. That draft. That letter on the kitchen table as he stared down at it and tried to figure out how to tell his sisters.

He didn't think he'd ever gotten it right.

Realising he was awake, he sat up sharply, expecting a headache and a sting in his right arm. He had both, but not the right kinds. The headache was sitting in a specific spot, the sting in his arm was more of an ache. Blunt pain from a blunt weapon, spread across as much of the area as it could be.

The voice brought him from the war to here, to now, to this familiar room with this familiar friend.

"How'd you get me in here?" Unimportant? Yes. A safe topic.

#ic #ic!ask #ic!answer #holygroundscafe #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : not a wanted man #ooc: ty for the confirmation ask btw #ooc: i assumed it was for Bucky but it could easily have been for the Goose #flashing gif #gif warning #flashing warning

[ghostsandmirrors]

"Hey Buck... How much do you remember about your... Hydra days? If you don't mind my asking, that is..."

There was a sigh before he said, "a lot. Some days remember more than others."

"Why?"

#ic #ic!ask #ic!answer #holygroundscafe #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : not a wanted man #gif warning #ooc: funny story; I was just reading an ask you sent like years ago #ooc: where milo asked if he was lucid during his time with hydra #ooc: and in the tags i said i'd wanted to use a winter soldier icon #ooc: also you sent this when i was about to go to bed #ooc: what fuckin timing lmao

[ghostsandmirrors]

( open )

It was roughly 3am and Bucky was baking. He felt like it was a waste not to when he had a bad night; the compound had a nice kitchen and who else was going to be using it at 3am? No one. That’s who.

Or, that’s who he thought. Footsteps told him otherwise and he paused before looking in the other person’s direction.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

#ic #open to all #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : i don't do that anymore #ooc: 2012 'everyone lives in the avenger's tower' but post-AoU at the compound #ooc: bcus this is my favourite verse #ooc: people can pry it out of my cold dead hands

[ghostsandmirrors]

"are those gray hairs i see?"[ For Bucky]

PROMPTS FOR CHANGES AND GROWTH

Bucky raised an eyebrow at him. "Y'know, they probably been there since we were smaller," he said, "'cause you caused me so much stress I started gettin' grays when I was fuckin' twelve."

It may have been a joke, but Bucky would simply never stop giving him a hard time over it.

#ic #ic!ask #ic!answer #stripesofbrooklyn #afallencommando : bucky barnes #ooc: idk either bud #put it in the queue

[ghostsandmirrors]

( @fortitudina liked for a starter and got Bucky )

It'd been a rough night and after the usual too-early-for-a-walk baking session, Bucky'd decided it was late enough for him to head out without disturbing the neighbours. The sun was starting to rise, so it wasn't too early, but the streets were quiet.

He ended up in the nearest park, sitting on a bench with his hands in his pockets--he'd forgotten to grab his gloves on the way out and this was the easiest way to hide his left hand--and the cap he stole from Steve on his head.

#ic #fortitudina #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : ??? #ooc: i gave up on making a decision T.T #ooc: mostly bcus if i kept trying i'd never get this written lmao #ooc: i just knew i wanted to write Bucky #put it in the queue