#john walker slander

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#johnwalkerhate #like that bitch just sucks #john walker hate #john walker slander #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes #baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #baron zemo #sam wilson #samuel wilson #samuel thomas wilson #marvel #funny memes #lol get rekt

[toxiclxki]

John Walker feels like someone who listens to Nickelback un-ironically, and I'm talking about the early, preeeetty sexist songs, not the genuinely good ones

#this isn't nickelback slander #it's john walker slander #I sometimes listen to Nickelback unironically #but I'm not a dick so it's different

[gaysindistress]

Cocaine Jesus - Part 3 of Fine Line

Pairing: Mafia!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: you know the drill; angst, mentions of abuse, vague descriptions of abuse, the feels, Peggy Carter andddd John Walker slander

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Fine Line & Dial Drunk

Word count: 4.3k

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @zaraomarrogers @deafeningvoidcloud

a/n: you guys - "I need you to promise me that you'll give Honey and Steve a happy ending.

me -"I promiseeeeed other people that I'd write all the angst possible and I gave 'em my word sooooooo"

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

The letter read the most ridiculous thing that she has ever seen. A poor excuse, a failed lie, a fucked up story, a concoction of rumors mashed together to make something out of nothing. He left it on her bed without a second word to her, a word to her parents, and walked straight out of her life. He left the letter detailing every single lie he could’ve thought of for the last 48 hours on her bed, on her pillow to be specific like some fucked up love story you read about in high school. She always joked that they might be Romeo and Juliet but this? 

This? 

His actions were far beyond anything that Shakespeare might’ve thought of. 

“I used you to cheat on Peggy but we’re getting married so this has to end. Goodbye, Steve.” 

One single sentence to end a relationship that they had talked about that could last for years. One single sentence that shattered everything that she thought to be true and concrete in her life. 

One sentence to take everything she’s been looking forward to drowned in it in her own tears. 

She threw the letter into the fire, with tears streaming down her face, and a vengeance as she stared at the flames. Ashes of the relationship flooded around her, but a shard of light called her attention. On her nightstand is the picture of them from that first night; a polaroid of two bright and smiling faces, so hopeful that life will be OK. You already know the story behind the picture, but in the wake of the letter, she contemplated destroying that picture and any memory of Steve she could find. A part of her wouldn’t let her burn it so instead she slipped it into her nightstand and crawled into a ball on the floor to cry. 

That night she slipped into adulthood and decided never again would she allow herself to be fooled by men like Steve Rogers. 

“Hey doll, where would you like me to start?” Bucky gently calls over to her as she stares around the room around her her entire life from birth to know I haven’t packed up into boxes and is laying like a field of memories around them. 

“I don’t know. I guess just pick up one and start putting them in the truck?”

But he gives her a no and does what she says; picking one box up and hauling it out to the truck. Her mom had helped her pack, shuffling through all the items that she felt like her dear daughter no longer needed. Her mother, Lauren, knew not to touch anything in the nightstand. She had seen the polaroid some nights after Steve’s week departure and figured that her daughter had hidden in the picture in the nightstand. She had liked Steve and talked to her husband many nights about how she had hoped that maybe one day he would be the one to harness that wild spirit within her daughter. Having known the Rogers since practically birth herself, it was a shock that Sarah had let something like this happen. Lauren had tried to get her husband to say something to Mr. Rogers however, nothing came of the conversations, but frustration and misplaced anger. She didn’t think that she nor her husband would ever be able to give the Rogers the time of day after this. It was a miracle to even get Bucky in the house given their new sentiment towards the Rogers.

Bucky chose to keep his words to himself and only offered her sad smiles or gentle hugs. He was so unbelievably pissed at Steve when he found out when it happened because they had known since his return that he would be forced to marry Peggy. On that Fourth of July night, he urged Steve to let go of this honey, to give her a chance but he refused. He was selfish like that sometimes, taking and taking from everyone around him, because it made him feel better. It caused many fights between the two childhood friends seeing as Bucky had taken a liking to her too. It was fun for him; the girls, the wine, and the weed. Nothing that Bucky could say would make him stop because he has always got what he wanted and Bucky was forever indentured to him so his hands were tied. His own father was in the same position as him, but to the older Mr. Rogers. So he watched on the sidelines as Steve ruined yet another young girl's life with his charm. 

When Bucky had walked back into the room, he sensed a shift in the air as she kneeled in front of her nightstand, frozen in time she held that stupid portrait in her hands and gawked at it as if she saw a ghost. Every ounce of life and color drained from her face as she held this momento of pain in her hand. It burned him to not just rip it from her hands and destroy it for her. He wanted to give her everything that she had been promised and so much more but he knew that if he did that he would risk the wrath of Steve. He knew that if he tried to give her any ounce of comfort, Steve would know and make his life a living hell. He already had enough control over Bucky’s life and he didn’t want to give him another reason to be even more controlling.

Instead of doing what his heart screamed at him to do he gently placed his hand on her shoulder so she would know that he was there for her if she needed. She brought it as if burned by his touch and quickly dropped off, turning slightly to look at him. He saw the tears in her eyes, and he gathered her into his arms for a death grip hug. One hand snuck into her hair, and held her head against his chest, as the other gripped her tightly, as if to provide her with all the physical comfort that she could ever need as her body shook from the sobs, a wet spot forms on his shirt and his own throat tightened at the feeling resolves quickly turned from that of a heart broken woman to those gut, wrenching gasps of a person experiencing true agony. The sound stopped leaving her mouth, and her body heaved in efforts to keep up with the demand for air. Her knees buckled and they dropped to the floor together in a heap of tears and bones.

“I got you, doll. I won’t let you go. I promise.” 

His words seemed to make her cries worse, but her arms wrapped around him and her hands Claude into the back of his shirt. She was gripping him as tight as he gripped her, the strength of their shared misery, keeping them together. 

“I got you. It’s okay. Let it out.” 

“After this, we can’t see each other.” 

Once again, the boxes of her life scattered around them as they ate Chinese food and settled into her small apartment. 480 square feet of nothing but everything that she could possibly think of. She drops the chopsticks, flinging rice and vegetables everywhere when she hears the words come out of his mouth.

“I don’t… what?”

I just don’t think that it’s a good idea for us to hang out because…”

“ I swear to god if you tell me that Steve had anything to do with this I will actually kill him.”

He gives a sad laugh and looks down at his feet, “ doll. I don’t know what to tell ya.”

“You can start by answering my question. Did Steve have anything to do with us?” 

He refuses to answer her question and won’t meet her eyeline. That’s all the answer she needs though. Steve had yet again ruined another chance for her to be happy and this time he wasn’t even there to do it. 

She slummed against the couch and almost dropped the food container on the floor with disbelief. She stares ahead and says nothing. She can’t say anything. Nothing she could possibly think of would make this moment feel any better than it does.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky mumbles as he drops a light kiss onto her forehead and walks out of her life. 

Once again, that Polaroid staring back at her as it peeks out of the top of the box it’s in. All she can see is the fireworks, but she knows what the picture is. She knows the curse that inevitably brings, but she can’t throw it away. 

She won’t. 

“You know, my apartment is bigger and you wouldn’t have to get rid of anything,” the blonde jokes as he lugs another donation bag out of her room. 

Y/N shakes her head while she sorts more of her things, deciding what can go to D.C. with her and what stays behind with the rest of her past. 

“But you’re here and I’m going to be 4 hours away. How is that supposed to work?” she calls after him. 

“I wasn’t talking about my old place.”

She cocks her head but continues to focus on the task at hand, “Yeah your old place would be like a 5 hour drive on a good day.”

“Look at me, gorgeous.”

When she turns to look at him, he’s leaning against the door frame with a set of keys in his hand and a smile wide across his face. She gives him an even more confused look. He shakes them before tossing them to her. Turning over the keys in her hand, she spots a key chain that reads “I heart D.C.”

“I don’t…” she pauses for a moment, “Oh my god you got the job?!”

“I sure did. I start in a week which means…” he trails off and his smile grows even bigger. She jumps up and hugs him so tightly that he stumbles back. 

“That’s so exciting, John! I’m so proud of you,” she all but exclaims holding him against her and the excitement vibrates off of her. 

“Thank you, gorgeous,” he whispers as he takes her chin in his hand and tilts so their lips meet, “But that’s not even the best part. I had your landlord put us on the same lease and get us a bigger place.”

She stills and pulls away, “You did what?”

“Don’t be like that. Be happy that we’re both moving up in our careers and we’re moving to a new city. You even said it yourself; if I moved with you, we’d move in together.”

Nervously chuckling, she nods her head, “Oh I just wasn’t expecting it so soon, I guess.”

“What? You have a secret boyfriend or something?” tension fills his voice at her hesitation. 

“No, no! It’s just a lot of info at once, that’s all,” she tries to reason and it seems to calm what storm was brewing. 

John lets out a deep laugh and kisses her once more before letting her go. 

“Good because I saw this,” he says, pulling out that god forsaken polaroid from his back pocket, “And got a little worried.”

Her smile freezes once more and she scrambles to come up with something, “Oh that’s an old family friend that’s all.”

“You look awful… close.”

“Just friends… well not even that anymore,” she tells John as she returns back to her cleaning, “You can just put it in a box.”

John hums but it’s filled with dismay as he debates ripping it to see her reaction. He’s not stupid, he could tell that whoever the man in the picture was, he meant something to Y/N and it was beyond just old friends. He takes a picture of it to send to a cop friend of his and slips it back into his pocket. He’s going to figure out who this man was and erase him from Y/N’s life. 

Five days later John gets his answer. 

Steve Grant Rogers, born July 4 19xx to Sarah and Joseph Rogers in Brooklyn, NY. Married to Margaret Carter Rogers. No known criminal record or alises. Father has a lengthy record and is suspected to be the current leader of the Rogers crime family. Steve is expected to be take over when Joseph dies. 

John’s jaw clenches when he reads the emails and closes his computer. Anger licks up his spine at the thought of his sweet Y/N being at all connected to this criminal let alone as close as she appeared to be. Almost immediately his anger is drowned out when she walks through the door of their new apartment, arms full of groceries. 

“Here, gorgeous, let me get that for you.”

Time flies by when you’re having fun or at least that’s what they tell everyone. Y/N hadn’t thought about that Polaroid since John brought it up. She assumed that he did as he was told, and just slipped into another box. She didn’t even question it when she hadn’t found it when they were unpacking. Time really did seem to heal her wounds and Steve had finally left her mind. Nearly 5 years after he’d left her heartbroken and angry, she finally was able to forget the hold he had on her. Even though she’d briefly tried to start something with Bucky, John Walker had been the one to show her what love meant… or at least what his version was. 

Her new friends in D.C. had warned her about the red flags they’d seen but Y/N dismissed them. She felt she knew him better after all they’d been together for three years and were engaged. She always brushed it off as them being unhappy in their own relationship or John just had a bad day or he wasn’t always like this. It had gotten to the point where her own mother Lauren started to point out the concerning things she saw; however, it wasn’t until her three year anniversary dinner that it all came to a head. 

John had suggested they go back to New York for a little getaway considering how stressful their jobs and wedding planning were. He’d made reservations at one of the finest restaurants on the Upper East Side along with staying in one of his friend’s condos. Everything had been perfect; champagne, rose petals, quiet instrumental music, and two people fighting in the bedroom. 

“I can’t believe you! You’re such a fucking asshole!” She shouted at him from the bedroom as he continued to get ready. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he calmly responded, fixing his tie. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, John.” 

“No I don’t.”

“You had Joaquin look into Steve.”

“I did so what,” he leveled a very stern gaze towards her through the bathroom mirror. 

“And you didn’t tell me for 2 years.”

“So what?” He said even lower than before but finally turned to look at Y/N, “why does it matter if I looked into your little boyfriend?”

“What are you talking about?” She huffed, back straightening as chills began to run down her spine. 

“I know about you and Steve. You didn’t want me to know so YOU lied to me about it so what was I supposed to do? Ignore it? I wouldn’t be a very good fiancé, husband even if I ignored my gut when it comes to you.”

“You’re seriously trying to say that you were concerned about me? I would’ve told you anything you wanted to know, you didn’t have to have someone get a whole ass police background check,” she tried to reason and to defuse the situation. She could sense the anger and aggression boiling under John’s skin no matter how calm and collected he seemed in the moment. 

He ignored her, instead fixing the cuffs of his jacket and shirt. Waiting and making her think he was ignoring her was his favorite tactic to get under her skin. 

“I didn’t lie to you, I would never do that,” she tried again whilst taking small steps towards him. 

“I care so much about you, gorgeous,” he started, closing the gap before engulfing her in a bone crushing hug, “Steve is a dangerous man, so much more dangerous than you could ever imagine.” 

She gasped at the pressure he was putting on her, “John you’re hurting me.” 

His grip loosened for a moment before he spun her around so she could look in the mirror. One of his hands looped around her shoulders and the other found its place around her neck. Her own hands flew to his wrist and she began to claw at his wrist as he dropped his head so he could speak directly into her ear. 

“I am the only person who can protect you from him. Me,” he punctuated the words with a tightening grip, “I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me about him, gorgeous. I can’t have a lying wife and you know that; I need someone who is completely loyal to me. Do you think you can do that?” 

Tears fell down her face, ruining the makeup she’s just finished putting on as she rapidly nodded her head. Satisfied he dropped her and let her fall forward to catch herself on the bathroom door frame. 

“Clean up, we’re leaving in 15 minutes,” he whispered into her ear before leaving the room. Once she knew she was alone, she scrambled to grab her phone and dialed a number she’d hoped to never dial again. 

“Doll?” The voice answered with confusion. 

She cried even harder when Bucky picked up and she choked on her words, “I need your help please. I’ll pay you anything, everything. Please just… please.”

“Doll what is it? Where are you?”

“I’ll send you the address but you have to come quickly. Hide in the alley and I’ll figure out how to get there.”

“Of course, do you want me to call HIM?”

“No,” she barely held back the next wave of sobs at the thought and hung up. 

She took a few deep breaths, calming her nervous system before standing to fix her makeup. Within minutes, she’s managed to make herself look presentable to John’s standards. However she’d exchanged her heels for flats in hopes that if she did have to make a run for it, she wouldn’t break her ankle. 

Her phone pinged beside her, alerting her that Bucky would be at the restaurant when they got there and was in the back alley like she’d asked. 

“I’ll be right back. Can you order me the salmon if I’m back when they take our order?” she sweetly smiled at John as she got up. 

He gave her that sick PR smile he used on his sponsors and went back to reading the menu. 

Y/N’s body shook as she got closer and closer to the bathroom. On her way she stopped their waitress, a younger red headed woman that John had been relentlessly rude to. The woman smiled and stopped her by gently grabbing her arm to pull her closer. 

“Go through the kitchen and out the back door. He’s waiting for you,” she whispered to Y/N. Fear ran through her body again as she stared wildly at her. 

“Go. Bucky hates waiting around,” she smirked before releasing her arm and guiding her into the kitchen. The red head waved a hand at Y/N as if to shoo away a child and pointed to a set of doors that she assumed led outside. 

She mouthed thank you and ran for the doors, pushing them open with all her might. Before her was a blacked out SUV and a smiling Bucky in the backseat. He had opened the door when she came bursting out. 

“Get in Doll.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She climbed in and sunk into the leather as the car pulled away. 

“Where to?” He asked after they’d gotten away from the restaurant. 

“Somewhere safe.”

Bucky nodded as he tapped the driver on the shoulder and said something to him. She didn’t register what address he gave him because fatigue took over her body and she drifted off into the abyss of sleep. 

10 years. 

10 years since she’d been home, seen family, spoken to her friends. 

10 years since she’d left John in that restaurant and gotten into the car with Bucky. 

It had been 10 years since she’d gained her freedom but at the cost of a normal life. 

During that time, Bucky and Natasha, the waitress from that night, had hidden her and kept her in some sort of witness protection program. Bucky knew of John’s reputation and knew that the only way to guarantee Y/N’a safety was for her to disappear. He’s made her a ghost, changing everything about her so that no one could find her aside from him and Natasha. Of course going into hiding meant she had literally no other connections but the two of them. 

Nat had offered her a job working alongside her as an executive assistant to Bucky and another man named Sam Wilson. Bucky had assured her that he didn’t work for Steve anymore and she wouldn’t see him. His promise did little to quell her fears but she trusted him nonetheless. 

It became clear pretty quickly after she went into hiding that John had no idea where she went but he kept looking. Her family had been told about the situation but everyone else was kept in the dark, which made John even more furious. His efforts to find her had been in vain and roughly around the 4th year of no results he stopped looking. Regardless she remained hidden because at this point, she’d lived most of her adult life this way. Y/N didn't really know anything outside of the world that she’s created but that’s not to say she was naive. Of course working as the assistant to a mob boss, she wasn’t oblivious to the real world. In fact she probably understood it better than most, she simply preferred her world. 

It had been nearly 15 years by now since she’d seen Steve. Occasionally she’d see his name on paperwork from Bucky’s time working under him. Other than that, there had been nothing. Peggy, on the other hand, she’d seen far too often between events, galas, and even in Bucky’s office. Y/N doubted that the woman remembered her, let alone knew who she was so she didn’t let it phase her when she saw her. Natasha was quick to fill her in on all of the gossip if she wanted but it was usually the same; Peggy cheated with the same two men, Steve found out and would threaten divorce but it never came to fruition because she would claim she was pregnant. Spoiler alert she never was but if she made a big enough deal about it, Steve would have to reconcile with her to save his and his family’s reputation. 

However this round of accusations and threats seemed to stick; Steve had actually filed for divorce and demanded a paternity test if she was, in fact, pregnant. Of course she wasn't, hence why they were fighting in the lobby of Bucky’s office. Natasha chuckles under her breath at their petty words and glances over to Y/N. 

“You ready?” She asks as she gathers her own things. 

“Can we even get out? It sounds like they’re literally at the door.” 

Before Natasha can answer, Bucky walks in followed by the arguing couple. They’re shouting so many things at each other that no one can keep track of what they’re actually arguing about. 

“Oh fucking believe me. I can’t wait for this divorce to be over. Maybe I’ll stop getting so many fucking STDs,” Steve shouts as he slammed the door behind himself. 

Peggy scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her head. 

“Yeah that’s right. Don’t say anything because you know I’m right,” he scoffs back, dropping himself onto the couch Nat and Bucky had christened several times. 

Y/N winces at his loud voice and turns around so that her back is to them. She grabs whatever paperwork she can and shoves it into her bag. 

Nat clears her throat and whispers, “Let’s go.” 

She loops her arm in Y/N’s and bids everyone a goodbye. Dropping a kiss on Bucky’s cheek, she tries her hardest to sneak the other woman out before Steve can see her. As soon as they’re out the door, they hear exactly what they’re afraid of. 

“I swear to god, Buck, if that was Y/N, I will execute you right here, right now.”

Nat stiffens for a moment but quickens her pace and practically drags Y/N along with her to get them out as soon as possible. Steve’s booming voice chases after them and they make eye contact as the two women climb into the elevator. Before the doors close, Y/N can see the absolute heartbreak and pain that’s written across his face. 

She doesn’t care though. 

He’d done the exact same to her. 

She’d gotten a few weeks of privacy before the oaf of a man came knocking at her door. The day had been rainy like the week prior and she kept to herself inside. Y/N had always loved the rain no matter where she was at because it reminded her that the earth could renew itself after a storm. However her peace is shattered when she hears the familiar sound of a luxury car pulling up in front of her house. Grabbing the gun Bucky stashed for her, she goes to peek out of the window to see her worst nightmare walking up. 

Albeit it’s Steve and not John, she still tucked the gun back into its place before answering the door. 

One knock. 

Two knocks. 

Three knocks. 

She opens it and her breath hitches in her chest at the sight. 

“What are you doing here?” 

The first words that came to her mind after 15 years of nothing at all. 

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Hakeem Jeffries Just Made History—and Gave a Helluva Speech [Video]

January 07, 2023 2:13 PM PST

Rep. Hakeem Jeffries (D-NY), the first Black leader of either major US political party, made his first speech as a part of the opening of the 118th Congress.

via: Mother Jones

“As John Lewis would sometimes remind us on this floor, we may have come over on different ships but we’re all in the same boat now,” said the New York Democrat, referencing the Civil Rights icon and longtime politician while addressing the 118th Congress. While the entire speech was well received, it was the final portion that really struck a chord with people, both in the chamber and online. Adopting a unique alphabetical format, the congressman’s inaugural speech cleverly lists the Democratic Party’s values with a Sesame Street-esque flair. He even made mention of Trump’s Mar-a-Lago scandal, earning a cheer from the audience. 

“House Democrats,” he said, “will always put American values over autocracy, benevolence over bigotry, the Constitution over the cult, democracy over demagogues, economic opportunity over extremism, freedom over fascism, governing over gaslighting, hopefulness over hatred, inclusion over isolation, justice over judicial overreach, knowledge over kangaroo courts, liberty over limitation, maturity over Mar-a-Lago, normalcy over negativity, opportunity over obstruction, people over politics, quality of life issues over QAnon, reason over racism, substance over slander, triumph over tyranny, understanding over ugliness, voting rights over voter suppression, working families over the well-connected, xenial over xenophobia, ‘yes, we can’ over ‘you can do it,’ and zealous representation over zero-sum confrontation.” 

You can watch the full speech here.

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Slander/Libel Hour -- #1

Estate of Daniel Walker Citadel

Anti-Slander/Anti-Libel Campaign

{This is where I answer slander and Libel -- quickly. I am telling the truth!}

Slander/Libel Hour #1

TO ALL OF THOSE

WHO THIS SHOULD CONCERN

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO FLORIDA AND MY WHEREABOUTS ARE ACCOUNTED FOR.

I do not own a belt sander; I do own a mouse sander. I did not travel to a Pawn Shop in Florida to purchase my mouse sander whereas the Pawn Shop SENT IT TO ME.

By the way, Law Enforcement is not supposed to give mouse sanders special attention for they do not represent a particular threat and (as a tool) they are not especially easy to misuse, causing great harms to persons.

I use my mouse sander for such projects as ensuring that the doors in my home will always open and close smoothly and quietly.

My legal name is Daniel Walker; a person can usually (under the Law) sign his name any way he pleases; I sign my name Mr. Daniel John Walker; My middle name of John is a nickname that I took on (unopposed by my family); I had good reasons to assume a middle name; I have always been careful to guard my identity; no legal actions are needed for me to use the middle name of John; I use the middle name of John as a nickname (sobriquet) and I often enclose John in parentheses.

My middle name does NOT have the spelling of "Jon" but has the spelling of "John" -- ALWAYS!: I HAVE NEVER RAPED! I am unwilling to be murdered without fighting back!

Should you lie, you may incur a fine and/or other penalties!: WE NEED REVENUE! -- AND THERE ARE PRISONS!

Sincerely,

Daniel Walker.

Daniel (John) Walker

Daniel Walker, Edit.

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[caffeineforbucky]

As Time Goes By... (Chapter Ten)

A/N: I apologize in advance if this chapter has you feelin' some type of way about me or the way I view John. I don't want to offend anybody who has taken a liking to the character, so please refrain from commenting about my slander, believe me, I know. I also would like to express my deep and moving appreciation for the people who take the time to read my however many part series, I know that you have school, some of you may have finals and are using Tumblr as a way to procrastinate and some of you are just tryna silence that voice in your head, use fiction as a way to distract yourself from your demons and the pain, you guys are the reason I can write like this.

xx sorry for being soppy, I'm just grateful that this is my escape too, you guys are the best xx Te quiero mucho, y les aprecio!

Word Count: 3,007

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: A lot of angst, hostility, swearing, and John Waker ( If that even counts as a warning, Idk) I will be slandering John, just a tad

PSA: As I've said in previous chapters, I'm only reiterating the way Bucky treats John. I don't want to hear any or see comments that I'm hating on the character, here's a reminder that they're just characters, that's it. Thank you!

"Well, I got nothin'. No one's even talking about Donya." Bucky exclaims, pushing the doors open as you all came back from asking around about Donya's funeral.

It was a lost cause since neither of you could get any information out of the residents. It was almost like they were reluctant to give it to you.

"Yeah, it's because Karli is the only one fighting for them." You sigh, plopping down on the sofa next to Sam while Bucky took the other couch and Zemo headed for the kitchen. "And she's not wrong."

"What do you mean?" Bucky grunts, glaring sideways at you as he leans forward, folding his hands together.

"For five years, people have been welcomed into countries that have kept them out using barbwire," Sam conveys, adding to your statement. "There were houses and jobs. Folks were happy to have people around to help them rebuild. It wasn't just one community coming together, it was the entire world coming together."

"And then boom," You continue, "Just like that, it goes right back to the way it used to be. To them," You gesture your hand to the doors, pointing out the peoples.

"At least Karli's doin' something." Sam finishes, making you nod along in agreement. Karli might have been a supremacist, but she was still a kid who wanted to set things right. You and Sam could get behind that.

"You really think her ends justify her means?"Bucky's eyes flicker between you and Sam. "Then she's no different than him or anybody else we've fought."

"She's different," Sam bid, "She's not motivated by the same things."

You turn your head to look at Zemo, who walked in with a tray in his grasp, balancing a teapot and four small teacups.

"That little girl," Bucky recounts, glaring daggers into the baron as he set the tray down. "What'd she tell you?"

Zemo doesn't answer at first, his focus on keeping the teapot steady whilst trying to pour each of you a cup. His eyes drag up, looking at Bucky and Sam before landing on you. Sighing in defeat, he placed the teapot down. "The funeral is this afternoon,"

"You know the Dora's coming after you any minute." Bucky teases as Zemo swallows thickly. "In fact, they're probably lurking outside right now. Keep taking."

"Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli. Hmm..." Zemo scoffs, shaking his head as he picks up a piping cup of tea. "I prefer to keep my leverage."

Bucky pushes off the couch, standing to his feet, prowling his way to the baron. You share a knowing look with Sam as if you both knew what was about to go down. As soon as Bucky was face to face with Zemo, he rips the glass out of his hands and sends it flying, leaving the glass to shatter against the wall.

"You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?" Bucky snapped, his eyes boring into Zemo's.

"Take it easy," Sam interrupts, standing from the couch to place a hand on Bucky, trying to keep him from ripping Zemo's head off. You shook your head, brushing your hair back with your fingers. And I thought I had anger issues.

"Don't engage him. He's just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing." Sam comments as Zemo tilted his head. He frowned softly, fixing his head once Sam had mentioned it. "Let me make a call," Sam mumbles, going to walk into the other room as he smacked Bucky's shoulder.

"You want some cherry blossom tea?" Zemo asks, fear coming up his throat as Bucky continued staring him down before flickering his eyes to you.

"No, you go ahead," He nods, looking back at Zemo before walking away.

As soon as he was out of sight, Zemo exhaled a heavy breath, swallowing the fear back down.

"Don't mind him, Z," You grunt, fixing your position on the couch before leaning forward to grab yourself a cup of cherry blossom tea. "He's not pissed at you, he's pissed at me." You explain, taking a light sip, as to not burn your tongue.

Zemo cracks his neck, hiking down his collar before looking over at you, his expression full of curiosity. "Z?" He mutters, almost smiling at the nickname you had given him.

"Yeah, Zemo sounds like an asshole. Z isn't...Z is an old friend from college who used to party hard, but now he's a dad, and he has bills to pay, but when we call him Z, it makes him feel good." You chuckle, shrugging as you took another sip, "This is good, by the way," You add, gesturing to the cup of tea.

"Thank you. It's an old family recipe," Zemo beams, grabbing himself another cup as he took a seat beside you. "I'll give it to you. If you want, of course."

"I'd appreciate that," You answered, smiling softly as you looked down at the bright red liquid in your cup.

"What happened between you and James?" Zemo inquired, breaking the silence as his face twisted into curiosity before softening his features. "If you don't mind me asking,"

You inhaled deeply, cradling the mug in your grasp as your eyes met Zemo's. "Uhmm..." You hummed, pondering the right words to explain the situation as well as how you were feeling.

"If you don't want to relive that, I would not blame you," Zemo assures, taking of sip from his cup as well. "Remembering things that hurt you can be very damaging to your mental health, but confronting them can also make you stronger, in a sense."

You look at Zemo, watching him as he looked off into the distance, almost as if he remembered something that hurt him. Helmut Zemo was not a bad person, he did bad things, but that didn't make him a monster. He had lost his family because of Ultron and, you knew he blamed the Avengers, which is why you didn't question his motives. You would have done the same.

"I'm sorry about your family, Z," You sigh, tearing your eyes away from the side of his face. "If I'd of known-"

"Don't apologize, Y/N. Nothing could have stopped it. I know that now." He whispers, still staring ahead. "Whatever James did, I'm sure he did it for a reason. I'm not saying this to make you forgive him, but letting go of grudges is healthy."

"I'd never thought I'd hear that from you," You joke, chuckling softly as you playfully elbowed the man beside you. "But, thank you. I know I said I would kill you but, dare that I admit...you're kinda growing on me."

Zemo turned to look at you, raising his glass for a toast. "To not killing each other,"

"I'll drink to that," You grinned, tapping your glass against his.

"Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous to be pulling this shit!" John Walker fumes, footsteps stomping down the street with Lemar hot on his trail. He was sporting red, white, and blue from head to toe, looking even more ridiculous from the last time you saw him.

"Ah!" Bucky exclaims, clearly irritated already. "How'd you find us now?!"

The five of you were heading for Donya's funeral when Lemar and John had spotted the bunch from a distance, and it didn't take much for them to stop you in your footing.

"Come on, man." Lemar scoffs, shaking his head. "You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?"

"No more keeping us in the dark!" John demands, jogging down the steps as they made their way over to you. "You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison!" He motioned to Zemo.

"He did that himself," Buck answers, "Technically,"

"This better be an unbelievable explan-" John starts, going right for the winter soldier.

"Hey," You intervene, stepping out from behind Bucky to block John. "Back off, Walker," You warn, searching his eyes through that stupid mask as you pushed him back softly with your glove-clad hand. "Things could get real messy real fast,"

John takes a step back, exhaling through his nose to calm himself down. Bucky felt slightly taken at how brisk you were to defend him, even if it was as simple as telling John to back off. He took that as a small victory between the two of you.

"Yeah," Sam added, his frown deeper than you'd ever seen it while he looked at John. "Take it easy before things get weird."

"I know where Karli is," Zemo finally spoke up, stepping out to lead the way but not before getting immobilized by John. "Well...?" John inquires, keeping his hand on Zemo's chest. "Where?"

"All we know is, it's a memorial," Sam breathes, clearly not in the mood to explain further. Now he was starting to get the fustration you and Bucky had felt for the man. "So, we're gonna intercept her there."

Zemo grabs John's hand, removing it from his chest as he pushed past to continue leading the way.

"That means civilians. High-risk casualties" Lemar points out, looking to John with worry clouding his features.

"All right," John nods along in agreement, "Good, we'll move in fast and take her by surprise."

"No," Sam grunted, jogging closer to catch up with John. "I wanna talk to her alone."

"I'm not losing her again."

"Look, the person closest to her died, she's vulnerable. If there's any time to reason with her, it's now." Sam explains, hoping that it would make sense to John.

"What?" He frowns, "No, wait, No!" John jogs up ahead, running in front of Zemo and Bucky to make sense of the situation. "Stop, okay?" He snaps, placing his hands in front to keep you at bay. "I think we're way past reasoning with her unless you forgot that she blew up a building with people still in it."

"Sam," Lemar adds, looking to the falcon, "You walk in there cold, she could kill you."

"If I go in hot and the OP goes wrong, more people will die," Sam interjects, sending you an annoyed look. Oh, do I feel his pain.

"You're gonna let him do this?" John asks, his eyes on Bucky as he motioned to Sam. "You're gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super-soldier alone?"

Bucky's gaze hardened as he moved it away from Zemo to look at John. "Sam's dealt with worse. And he's not my partner."

"What about you, Y/N?" John asks, making your ears perk at your name being called. You stare at him. "You okay with letting Sam walk in alone?"

"First off, fake Cap," You comment, holding up your finger to silence him, "Sam is a grown-ass man. I don't tell him what to do. Secondly..." You tried not to smile as you took in the nasty scowl John gave you at your use of his nickname. You had struck a nerve. "He used to counsel soldiers with trauma. This is right in his wheelhouse,"

"Yeah," John gripes, gritting his teeth to hold back the anger. "I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I know this is a bad idea,"

"Wait, John," Lemar murmured, looking up from the ground. "If he can talk her down, it might be worth a try."

John sighs heavily, looking at the four of you as he closed his eyes in defeat. "Fine!" He said firmly, "We'll deal with you later," He points at Zemo.

"I'm sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion." Zemo nods, holding his hands up in defense. "My associate is just up ahead," He notes, leading the way as he picked up the pace to meet the little girl from earlier.

"Fake cap?" Bucky whispered, playfully elbowing your side.

"Don't," You grumble, waving your hand in dismissal. "I'm not in the mood."

"Really?" Zemo sighs, glancing down at the handcuffs that John put on him, along with attaching them to a water heater.

"You got ten minutes, Wilson." John insists, "Then we're doing things my way," And Sam heads inside to meet with Karli.

You had agreed to wait on the outside with Bucky and Zemo, but you never agreed with having to deal with fake Cap and Lemar. You had nothing against Lemar since he seemed to be the more rational one out of the duo. Maybe he should've been Captain America.

"Handcuffs?" You scoffed, shaking your head at the blond as you leaned against the wall beside Bucky. "Really?"

"What?" John insists, somewhat taking offense from your tone of voice.

"Real Cap wouldn't have needed those," You shrug, crossing your arms over your chest. "But what do I know, right?"

"Y/N," Bucky warned, his head rising to send you a cautious look. Although he found the teasing funny, he knew that John didn't. He couldn't help but recall the small threat John had sent your way earlier, even if he said it wasn't.

"What?" You say in disbelief, raising your hands in defense as you uncross your arms, pushing off the wall, slowly stepping closer to John. "You know I'm just teasing, right Johnny?" You asked, looking up at him through your lashes, trying to play the innocent card.

John stares at you, holding the shield a bit closer as he grounded his jaw. Teasing or not, you still pissed him off. Like no other woman has before. "Right," He agreed, nodding his head once.

"See Buck?!" You exclaim, glancing behind your shoulder to look at the winter soldier who was now right behind you. "Fake Cap agrees!" You clap softly, looking back at the blond.

And that's when John lost it. "What's your problem?!" He spat, his body now just a few inches away from yours. You could feel Bucky wanting to step in front of you, but you shook your head. This wasn't his fight. "What do you have against me, Y/N?" Your name was like venom dripping from his mouth, the amount of hatred he had for you was starting to make itself known and you were more than happy to engage.

"What are you gonna do?" You whispered calmly, taking a step closer to the man in stripes. "Huh, Walker? Are you gonna hit me?" You stare him down, keeping your other hand behind your back to keep Bucky at bay. He didn't need another therapy mandate, especially for hitting Walker. "Before we go at it, let me remind you..." You breathe, keeping yourself calm, "I was a trained assassin before I joined the Avengers, I don't recommend starting something that will end in me winning," You finished, shooting him a cocky smile.

"Is that a threat?" John stepped closer, challenging your assertiveness as well the dominance you were clearly displaying.

"No, no," You shake your head in disapproval. "I'm just fact-checking."

"Alright," Bucky grunted, stepping in front of you now. "Let's quit while we're ahead. Seriously, back up, John,"

"What? She started it!" John whined, pointing to you while Bucky sent you back a few steps.

"Really, we're playing the blame game? Real mature, Walker," You scoff, "Stay mad!"

"Both of you!" Lemar belts, gaining your and Johns's attention. "Jesus, you guys are like little kids. John, you're really arguing over who started it?"

"Lemar-"

"Dude, seriously. I wouldn't engage," Lemar advises, his eyes flickering over to you. "She looks like she can take you."

You smile, taking that as a compliment. "Thank you, Battlestar. Appreciate you,"

Lemar's face flushed, feeling his cheeks burn at your use of his superhero name. "Yeah," He grinned, straightening out his posture, blushing profusely. "N...No problem, Y/N."

"Battlestar?" Bucky mouthed, turning his body to face you but you only shrug.

"You know what?" John utters, not liking the tension you just created, "I'm going in,"

"It hasn't even been ten minutes, John," Bucky said, his voice bored. "Just sit tight." You looked at Bucky, feeling the annoyance practically radiating off of his demeanor.

"Don't do that, don't patronize me!"

"Sam knows what he's doing," You add, watching Bucky as he stepped in front of the doorway, blocking John's way.  "I'm going in!" John pressed just as Bucky pushes him back, making him halt in his steps.

John's eyes slowly drag down, looking at Bucky's hand placed on his chest to keep him back. "This is all really easy for you, isn't it?" John hissed, "All that serum running through your veins." His eyes meet the winter soldiers once again.

"Easy?" You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "Since when did you think Bucky has had it easy?"

"Y/N, it's..."

"No," You cut Bucky off, dropping your hands as you stepped closer to John. "It's not okay. Not once in the eighty years that Bucky has been alive has he had it easy." You say as a matter-of-factly. "He's had it harder than any of us combined, so don't you fucking stand there and act as if you got something to be angry about."

John stares at you, jaw slightly dropped as if he didn't know what to say. You could feel Bucky's eyes burning holes on the side of your head, but you couldn't bother to look at him. "If anything, Bucky should be angry," You sigh, taking in your own words right as you said them. That might've been the most hypocritical thing I've ever said. "Neither of us know what the hell he's been through..." You whispered, looking to the ground for a second before settling your focus back on John. "So don't pretend as if you do."

Walker clears his throat softly, taking a step back from being so close to you and Bucky. He couldn't explain why, but you were the only person he hated and respected at the same time. "Right," He mumbled, nodding his head at you. "You're right, I don't know what he's been through but your partner needs back up in there. Do you really want his blood on both of your hands?"

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[littlewinchester15]

The Dora Milaje holding the shield right in front of John Walker is my new religion.

#marvel captain america #captain america #john walker sucks #john walker slander #john walker #dora milaje #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #mcu cast #mcu #sam wilson #sam wilsom #fatws bucky #bucky barnes #tfatws #tfawts #tfaws spoilers #captain america’s shield #wakanda

[myramid]

Here's how I think the finale of TFATWS is going to go.

We have two people claiming the Captain America title, with one common goal: stop the Flagsmashers.

The main ideological battle of the show is what kind of Captain America do we want and can accept as the symbol of our nation. I think the final episode will cement itself in favour of Sam by juxtaposing him directly against John Walker, in moment when they're trying to achieve the same goal. They both have different reasons for stopping the flagsmashers and therefore different strategies.

John Walker is avenging something personaI. There's a lot of rage there. His background is already cemented in war crimes (in Afghanistan presumably). He is the American government.

Sam Wilson is a pacifist, and his background is in helping veterans with PTSD since his own wingman died. He's been anti-government ever since we met him, and has stayed that way.

Sam Wilson's race and his anti-government history means he's going to be a divisive Captain America. I don't think the US government is just going to roll over and accept him the second he shows up. I don't think that would be true to what the show has been about so far. The conversation with Isaiah will not be discarded as a cynical old man's drivel, and Sam Wilson's Captain America, though a better choice to anyone with a sound mind, will have to stay on the run.

#mcu theories #mcu discourse #mcu discussion #mcu #steve rogers #sebastian stan #sambucky #helmut zemo #sam wilson #tfatws #ayo #bucky barnes #torres #redwing #flagsmashers #john walker #john walker slander #john walker libel #fatws #fatws finale #fatws series #ftaws spoilers #tfatws episode 6 #tfatws theories

[underwhelmingalchemist]

Congrats to Marvel on finally making a villian nobody in the fandom wants to fuck!

#john walker #john walker slander #fuck john walker #but not literally #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #john walker hate

[lifewiththeavengerss]

do you want to know what makes me really mad? it’s the fact that when steve rogers used his shield, he never once got blood on it and when it did use it offensively, it was with a purpose. when john walker used the shield, he murdered a man who surrendered. that’s not even the worse part, nico used to be a fan of captain america and then he was killed with cap’s shield...

#steve rogers #steverogers #shield #falconandthewintersoldier #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #fatws #falconandwintersoldier #falcon and winter soldier #johnwalker #johnwalkerslander #john walker #john walker slander #supersoldier #super soldier #post endgame #postendgame

[toxicpoisonedyouth]

I posted this a while ago, but forgot to promote it here. Anyways, heavy non-con, lots of hurt!zemo, slight comfort, Justin to the rescue!

there will most likely be no part 2, unless you guys have some ideas to throw at me :)

#helmut zemo #baron zemo #baron helmut zemo #Justin Hammer #john walker #tw: rape #hurt and slight comfort #pageant boy justin #John walker slander #not Wyatt Russell tho #love you king #fuck John walker #noncon walkerbaron #implied winterbaronfalcon #pre-slash baronhammer

[evanmc]

be warned, this thread is entirely protest signs expressing me @ j*hn w*lker at the end of the latest tfatws episode.

SPOILERS, OBVIOUSLY

feat. poor editing :)

#tfatws #bucky barnes #bucky my beloved #sam wilson #j*hn w*lker #john walker #john walker slander

[estateofdanieljohnwalker]

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

From: Daniel John Walker

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

I publish my own fingerprints and you can find them here. In the future, if I am slandered or otherwise falsely accused of a crime, I would like to talk to the Judge before they do the murder -- whatever you think 🤔 of the case.

Sincerely,

Daniel Walker.

Daniel John Walker's Fingerprints/ https://photos.app.goo.gl/rgaMsntqaySMAvbv7

#Official Oppression

[thesquirrelqueer]

nothing will be funnier than trying to find fatws funko pops and only being able to find a shit ton of john walker funko pops cause no one wants him

#poor john #he deserves it #john walker slander #funko pops #marvel #mcu #fatws #falcon and the winter soldier #shut up dani

[dxmerons]

anyone care to join me on my weekly John walker rant?

#fatws #john walker slander