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wdova-archive · 3 years
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SEEING  HIM,  BRINGS  MEMORIES  OF  THE  RED  ROOM.  everything  about  the  winter  soldier  might  be  the  one  thing  beside  the  room  that  brings  some  visceral  reaction  to  her  body  and  it’s  only  through  self  control  that  she  allows  it  not  to  show.  eyes  shift  to  the  now  unconscious  person  on  the  ground  that  he  had  taken  down.  only  a  few  moments  ago,  she  had  a  gun  to  her  forehead  and  she  had  been  thinking  of  how  to  get  away  from  that  dilemma  when  he  showed  up.  
“I  had  it  under  control.”  she  finally  points  out,  standing  up  and  still  keeping  her  eyes  on  the  man.  he  is  not  dead.  odd.  “Now  I  got  to  wait  until  he  wakes  up  to  get  answers.”    A  small  annoyance.  It  would  give  her  time  to  come  up  with  a  strategy  and  the  right  questions  to  ask.  Not  that  she  has  any  doubt  who  sent  assassins  to  kill  her. @soldatzimy​
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notafossil · 3 years
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   ❝ -- Of course we’re ordering dessert. ❞
@soldatzimy​ ♥’d
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amazeweb · 3 years
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“I JUST THINK YOUR ARM IS NEAT, MAN. CAN I TOUCH IT?“ and really, he doesn’t mean to say it like that or make it weird but he is excited. that looks way out of this world. and he doesn’t get that many opportunities to see a bionic arm up close. oh if dr. connors had seen this, they could’ve avoided a lot of trouble. “come on. just one touch. for science.“ @soldatzimy​
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pcsitivibee · 3 years
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positivity for @soldatzimy : bucku has been my comfort mun for 5+ years, not only because of the absolute care and love that she puts into her writing and her characters but just how friendly and genuinely warm she is as a person. a literal forever follow that deserves all the positivity and kindness.
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@soldatzimy​ liked this post & has answered a call he may regret!
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Bullets buzzed overhead like angry bees and ripped chunks from the wall, dust and debris fell through the air and landed across the mercenary’s suit. A car alarm wailed in the distance, the noise from the guns and the siren echoing around the gray walls. Deadpool remained concealed behind cover (just because he could heal didn’t mean that he wanted to be shot!). The opportunity to fight back presented itself in a momentary cease of gunfire, he peered above the hood of some poor guy’s shot-to-hell-car and fired three times, missing his mark three times.
“$#!&.”
He retreated around the corner, taking note that he was in Parking Area A, and jumped, not expecting to see the other man. He may have squeaked in surprise, but nobody could prove it over all the noise.
“I was wonderin’ when you were gonna show up, I sent that message like an hour ago! Spider-Man would’ve been here in ten minutes. Maybe, he kinda hates me, so probably not. As you can see, I’m not Steve Rogers, you might’ve figured that out, but aren’t ya glad you came anyway? Doesn’t this look fun?” 
Deadpool had made copies of confidential contact numbers from his days as an Avenger. When he text the Winter Soldier with an address of an underground parking lot beneath an unassuming building alongside a cryptic message signed ‘-SR’ he hoped for the best. The best being that the guy would assume it was a trap and come anyway to investigate, or genuinely be fooled. 
“I’ll explain why I’ve got your deets later, but right now I’ve got at least fifty guys holed up in the building above and ten down here with enough firepower to turn my hot bod into Swiss cheese. In my defense, nobody told me they had such big guns, so that’s why I called in my own.” A pause and a frown. “Not that you’re mine, or even a pal, but I know that you’re good. John Wick good. They have prisoners inside, weird non-ethical-unwilling-participants-in-a-makeshift-super-solder-program kind of prisoners.”
He ejected the spent clip from his handgun and slapped a new one in hard.
“Look, I just gave you an exposition dump to set the scene, are you gonna help me or what? How long were you just standin’ there, by the way?”
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spiderbitten-a · 3 years
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@soldatzimy​: cook . present my muse with home - cooked food .
Peter could smell the food before he saw the male that carried it to the rooftop edge where he sat, looking back over his shoulder to see Bucky with the most beautiful sight he’d seen today; food. ❝ I don’t know what that is but god that smells so good. ❞ Stomach grumbled at the reminder he hadn’t eaten in hours, a terrible habit he was trying to break, but he just got so absorbed in his work that he just often... forgot. 
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❝ Wait did you cook this yourself? ❞ It doesn’t look store bought-- it looked homemade, which just made a warmth of appreciation spread through his chest. Bucky really didn’t have to but Peter would damn sure love it all the same. 
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arrowbled · 3 years
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  
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@soldatzimy​ asked:  ❛   tap .
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                  HE HASN’T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION. not even close. clint tuned out about five minutes into the debriefing. he was exhausted, ready to crash at any minute, and he probably needed a visit to the medbay too. unlike his super-human teammates clint needed a few days to rest up after getting his ass handed to him in a fight. not that anyone cared, or seemed to notice. it’s a testament to how tired he is that he didn’t hear barnes get closer. he jumps about a mile at the tap, almost shouting out loud, but he manages to keep his composure. for the most part.
                  “ jesus christ we need to get you a bell, ”  he hisses out, doing his best not to disturb the debriefing going on around them, “ what in the hell was that for? ”
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wyslyyzr · 3 years
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‘  NERVOUS,  BARNES?  ‘   the  soft  lilt  in  lehnsherr’s  voice  hinges  not  on  challenging  sarcasm,  but  a  gentleness  nigh  unbecoming  of  the  oh-so-threatening  magneto,  the  firm  warmth  he  projected  with  his  children.  it  was  strange  and  ironic  to  think  that  the  man  before  him,  the  modern  caveman,  if  you  will,  the  man  on  ice,  was  even  older  than  he,  grown  when  erik  was  an  emaciated  teen.  erik  waggles  the  row  of  his  right  handed  fingers,  folding  them  in  loosely  toward  his  palm.   ‘  you  need  not  be.  i  can  discern  the  difference  in  electromagnetic  waves  between  your  equipment..  your  arm..  and  everything  else.  i  do  not  control  the  metal  itself.  ‘
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xstrange · 3 years
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starter for : @soldatzimy​
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the familiar visage of bucky barnes was a surprise --- something the sorcerer supreme wasn’t expecting for a very long time, if at all. he didn’t even realize that the winter soldier knew of him -- well, that’d be difficult, but the thought remained regardless. luckily the park bench he sat upon was in a relatively quiet area -- even more so his latte was still hot enough to distract a brief flash of concern over their meeting.
“   barnes --- i cannot say i could have expected to see you, let alone here and now.   ”
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lilacarrows-blog · 3 years
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      @soldatzimy​ liked for a starter.
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“Sometimes I wonder why it is I pick up newspapers.” There’s a pause. “Then I remember that Clint still has a landline in his apartment.” Kate looks up, pursing her lips into a line for a moment. “Uh. Not to make you feel any older. Maybe this is the time I shut up before asking why it is you wanted to hang out with me.”
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bnnrs · 3 years
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THE WINTER SOLDIER ⟋ ft. @soldatzimy .
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shieldrevive · 3 years
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USER :// @soldatzimy​ INQUIRY ://  ‘are you hurt?’ public string { action prompts } ; accepting
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          nick fury just sucker punched him.  granted, they’d thrown a lot of punches at each other over the years but there was always a warning or a build up.  steve never just threw out a right hook no matter how much he wanted to and fury was always kind enough to do the same.  weird working relationship, that.
         when the team ran into the former director of shield steve naturally assumed there was a friend at their side.  or, at the very least, an ally.  to call the other man a friend might be a stretch considering the dance of lies they’d had.  some secrets were necessary.  the soldier had come to understand that.  didn’t mean he liked it but he certainly used it to his advantage, especially now that he wanted to operate out of the media limelight.
          “ since when does he punch that hard? “  the soldier actually groaned.  with another deep breath, steve forces himself back into a standing position.  copper coats his tongue.  pain throbs along his jaw, indicating there’d be a decent sized bruise there for a day or two.  when he wiped the corner of his mouth there was confirmation that his lip was split.  nothing the super serum couldn’t handle, though.
            “ just surprised, i think. “  blue eyes instantly scan over the other soldier to see whether or not fury had thrown any more punches when steve was down on the ground.  “ and a lot more curious about what’s going on.  what about you?  are you okay? “
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quickslver · 3 years
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@soldatzimy​  /  starter call.
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      he only watches. that’s what he does when he finally realizes that there’s a good moment now and then in which he should shut his damn mouth. it’s a rare occurrence and he’s happy he’s chosen now to use it.  “ oh, you really told him didn’t you? ”  the conversation he just watched didn’t really seem to go as planned and the cocky smile on his face as he looks at bucky screams that he’s aware of how much of an asshole he’s being.  
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shieldborna · 3 years
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“IT’S  SO  WEIRD,  ISN’T  IT?  GO  TO  A  MUSEUM,  BE  PART  OF  THE  MUSEUM.“  things  in  museums  are  often  dead.  a  reminder  of  a  past  life,  past  mistakes  and  something  that  was  gone,  to  be  remembered  but  not  exactly  inspired  to  be  like.  and  yet,  he  has  this  pit  sense  in  his  stomach  that  whatever  they  are  doing  at  the  smithsonian,  it’s  more  related  to  the  latter.    “sometimes  I  would  love  to  just  break  it  all  down,  you  know?“  blue  eyes  look  back  at  bucky  and  shows  a  casual  smile.  it  was  a  good  dream.  but  he  knows  he  won’t  do  it  in  the  end.   @soldatzimy
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nockeddown-archive · 3 years
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➼ BROOKLYN  NINE - NINE  ! @soldatzimy​​  asked    :    ❛   are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up? ❜  
at  what  point  did  clint  get  used  to  the  idea  of  the  man  formerly  -  known  -  as  the  winter  soldier  inviting  himself  into  his  apartment  ?    hard  to  put  a  finger  on  it,    exactly.    maybe  that’s  because,    these  days,    EVERYBODY  seems  to  be  inviting  themselves  into  clint’s  apartment.    or,    maybe,    if  he’s  feeling  a  little  extra  introspective  this  evening,    he  might  say  it’s  because  the  guy  is  starting  to  grow  on  him.
besides,    they’re  part  of  an  exclusive  club    :    BRAINWASHED  ANONYMOUS. 
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〝    hi,    bucky.    i’m  doing  great,    bucky,    thanks  for  asking.    〞     yeah,    okay.    just  because  he  sorta  likes  the  guy  doesn’t  mean  clint’s  not  going  to  give  him  a  little  bit  of  grief.    it  passes  quickly,    though,    and  he  just  shrugs.    〝    katie  says  i  should  be  eating  more  fruit.    〞
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einherjcr-arch · 3 years
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          @soldatzimy  said  😙.
IT’S  FAIR  TO  SAY,  SHE  IS  SHOCKED.     it  doesn’t  sweep  her  off  her  feet,  however.     she  smirks,  her  head  tilting  to  one  side  in  a  cocky  gesture.     “i  would  say  it  takes  a  lot  more  effort  to  triumph,”     she  leans  in  closer,  brushing  her  nose  against  his.     “but  life  is  short.”     she  places  a  surprisingly  soft  peck  onto  james’  lips.
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