#youxmove

[lamentingwclf]

@youxmove ; is a cover hog

"That's more than a 'little ding' "

#youxmove #s : ll pick up their hearts & avenge defeat #queue

[brooklynbred-moved]

@youxmove : ❛ are you bleeding? ❜

he hadn't been paying it much mind . . . more worried about finding a place to lay low until the coast was clear. her question pulled steve's attention to the knife wound at his side. it was then that he was reminded of the injury by feeling a slightly hiss when he reached to examine it. " guess so . . i've had worse though. " not that it wouldn't clear up by the morning for the most part . . it was just going to hurt. " i'll be fine. "

#★ 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 : // 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 // 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 : analyzing. #youxmove

[ravarui]

@youxmove gets a starter from Tony (Not Accepting)

"Sharon! I didn't expect to see you here. How long has it been?"

#youxmove #i am iron man - tony stark #//hope this is okay for you c: #//Tony and Sharon knowing each other from being kids maybe? #//because of Peggy?

[sxrgeantbarnes]

“You made me a promise.” | prompt | @youxmove

“I did, you’re right. I know I did.” His head drops with the words, heavily exhaling through his nose. Not from the pain– a graze from a bullet stopped being something he actually worried about sometime in the last eight decades. Guilt.

He said– promised he would slow down, stop throwing himself into danger. In just the past month he’s racked up more burns, bruises, and worse, than he has since he ran around fighting aliens. It’s a side effect of chasing down every person or group looking to cause trouble that he could sniff out. There’s no shortage. He’s kept busy.

The TV is muted, he glances at the chyron for just a moment. 10 Year Anniversary of HYDRA Attack in DC. Every news source has looked similar for the last week.

“I’m just trying to help, Sharon.” He stands, walking past her towards the bathroom and the first aid kit he knows is under the sink. “I’ll take a break after I get this last guy, okay? Promise.”

#youxmove #reply

[ncvelty]

“You do realize what time it is, right?” | x | @youxmove

"Probably past my bed time." He gave her a wry smile over his shoulder, before looking back ahead. He must have been sitting out here for hours, the sun had only just set when he first sat down. He finds himself doing that often, losing track of minutes getting lost in his own mind- which was just fine. Losing a few hours was nothing compared to losing decades. He cleared his throat before speaking again, out of habit more than function, "I'm guessing it can't be too late if I have company."

#( i was thinking maybe pre ca tws when they still lived in the same apartment but its up to you! go for whatever you feel fits best!) #c: steve #reply: steve #youxmove

[vekovoysoldat-a]

@youxmove liked for a starter.

HE'S QUICK TO PULL A SHIRT OVER HIS BRUISED BODY ONCE SHE'S WRANGLED THE BULLET OUT OF HIS SHOULDER , stitching the would up. Bucky knows he should probably go to a hospital but he tends to avoid them.

His gaze finds Sharon's for a moment , grateful , relieved but also guarded. IT'S RARE HE LETS ANYONE HELP. She's a good agent though , a good person & she reminds him of someone he'd known a long time ago , if only faintly. "Uh , Steve told me a while ago that your Aunt passed?" WORDS ARE CHOSEN CAREFULLY , he's been wondering how to bring this up for a while. "Peggy , she uh...i had a lot of respect for her."

#youxmove #( verse : bionic staring machine // main )

[forthewinn]

@youxmove continued from here

He couldn't help but look over at Sharon, biting his lip for a moment as he rubbed his palms together. He had been trying to just bounce back, ignore all the pain and anxiety that came with what had happened. But then someone had come a little too close to him at work and he took a swing. Not that his punches hurt a lot, but he still hit someone and felt terrible about it.

He reminded himself to not pull away when she touched his hand. Sharon was safe, he knew that. He had always known that when she was around that nothing was going to happen to him. "You mean even after all this you still don't think I could go from All American Rejects to Disney and then jump right into Taylor Swift?" He said it with a small laugh, knowing that it was easier to joke about his music than be serious about what he was feeling.

"I don't want to be scared all the time. I want to be normal again. But whenever I hear someone coming up behind me I feel myself starting to tense. I punched Derek today. He was just reaching for his pen and I punched him for it." Winn hated that he hurt someone, he was never a violent person. "Am I ever going to feel safe again?"

#youxmove #i dont want to hear that sound of losing what i never found (au marvel verse)

[lamentingwclf]

@youxmove liked for a short starter

To say he'd been quiet since she arrived to save the day - how very Carter of her - would be a lie. The silence started before that, since they boarded the private plane owned by the Baron with this destination in mind: Madripoor. It wasn't the place, or what they were going to do, but the role he found himself consistently having to slip into. A second skin he was desperately trying to shed that held on by vicious barbs. The harder he pulled, the more he bled.

You good? Sam asked, but he could only nod.

Bucky was not good, but he was happy to at least shed the costume in favor of something else, something offered by Sharon's suspiciously stocked closet on top of the gallery. But when she found him standing amongst the racks, he was no closer to selecting anything, stuck holding the brown leather jacket in his hands. It's only when he noticed her watching that he tossed it to the ground, inhaled deeply, and broke his silence.

"Why do you have all this crap?"

#youxmove #s : ll pick up their hearts & avenge defeat #queue

[butwithmoreme]

@youxmove || from x

He knows better than to believe that, she was a far more competent agent than that as as she tells him what actually happened, his brows inch into an angry scowl and shakes his head softly.

"That still doesn't excuse it, Sharon. You're hurt because some idiot can't do their job. I hope the Russian made them pay too? You sure you're okay? I could have JARVIS look you over?"

#youxmove

[camerica]

youxmove asked:

“What was Bucky like?”  (I needed to punch someone in the feels. Sorry Steve).

     It’s an inevitability, he supposes, that in sharing life details and the little things that made them them this would be a topic broached. He’d had so little to share from youth to semi-adulthood simply because he hadn’t lived it to the extent of those he grew up with. But he had lived. He’d witnessed horrors no child should have ever had to endure and it had only been up till now that he’d realized he’d been dancing around the worst of it. Glorifying the neighborhood he grew up in with the innocence of a child’s eyes. Cutting out the parts no one wants to remember left him with a narrow path of conversation.

     Bucky...

     Bucky had made up the majority of his best childhood memories. It was a disservice to avoid mentioning him but that part...that part he’d had to keep to himself. Guard it like something sacred. But she was earnest and something about her had always felt familiar enough. Disarming, charming, like he could confide in her in the late of night when he couldn’t sleep.

     “You want another beer? Hold on, lemme get one.” He needs the short walk to her fridge to compose himself, figure it out. Put the pieces back into place and decide if he should divulge the most personal of places.

     When he returns he sets her beer down on the coaster, cap already popped and resting against the rim of the glass and he sinks back, nursing his new one too.

     “He uh..” Deep breath, Steve. She’s safe. Her whole body’s turned, half curled up in her space on the couch and she’s got her head in the palm of a hand, elbow resting on the back of the couch and it sings at ease. Interested but comfortable. The corner of his lips twitches upwards as he glances at her, stares at the freshly polished natural color making her nail beds glimmer in the dull interior lighting.

     “Everyone thinks I’m...” That sounds arrogant and it tastes bad on the tip of his tongue and his lips purse briefly around it but he shakes his head and continues on. “But he... He was the one who dragged me up out of the dirt. Took care of me when my mother couldn’t. At my bedside when I was too sick to even sit up. You’d think...ha. You’d think he was born to it. Lookin’ after someone like me.”

     His fingers pace around the girth of the bottle and he takes another long gulp and likes the way it fizzles out into the taste of hops. He just wishes he could get a buzz.

     “And y’know...he was real popular. The pretty kind everyone wanted to be associated with, whip smart and never let anyone tell him he couldn’t do somethin’. I was always so amazed throughout the years that here he was, makin’ sure I was a part of whatever it was he was doing even if no one invited me. He never...” Steve has to clear his throat there’s something rising up that feels like a downward spiral into loss and he tosses back another quick mouthful.

     “He was the kinda guy that rooted for the underdog. He was a better man than even me. Probably the reason why I made it as long as I did if I’m honest. But he was huge nerd, always loved Howard Stark’s displays at the expo, always raving about the future n’ technology.” He grimaces, that bright goofy over-the-moon smile shot over his shoulder as Stark unveiled the hovercar.

     “Even when they made me Captain America, even when I outranked him without all that effort he had put into becoming Sergeant, even when everyone hailed me a hero for doing what I knew he’d do for me...all he did was stand beside me. That dynamic shift...any other man I knew would’ve resented me. Hated me, even. Bucky wasn’t that kinda guy. He’d be whatever you needed.” The bottle whines in his grip, a hairline fracture spreading where his fingers put pressure and he blinks, takes the last few gulps and sets it down on the table.

     “Sorry I...I don’t really get to talk about him a lot he.. You’d have really liked him.”

#OOF alright then!! #bring on the FEELS #but also it's kinda funny he's like 'you'd have liked him' #and then he tries to kill her the first time they meet #steve running by 'LOOK WHEN I SAID THAT...' #'I MEANT THE REAL BUCKY' #'SWEAR TO GOD HE'S NOT HOMICIDAL' #youxmove

[hatestosleep]

@hatestosleep

Nobody had seen or heard Tom in weeks. People were worried, of course they were, but Sharon was sick. She wasn't sleeping, hardly eating, and finding him was all she was thinking about.

With a sigh Sharon walks into her townhouse, a hand running through her hair as she locks the door behind her. She turns to walk upstairs, making it up to her living room before stopping in her tracks when she sees the blood on her floor.

Immediately Sharon's hand goes to her hip, pulling out the pistol and began following the trail towards her bedroom. Cautiously the blonde opens her door, seeing the person in her bed, and quickly aims it at him.

Her brows furrow as a looks at the man, a familiarity creeping over her as she began recognizing him trough the bruising and wounds on his face. "Tom?"

Quickly Sharon ran over to him, a hand gently cradling his face while the other checks his pulse. "Tom? Tom?" A breath of relief comes when she feels a pulse, the other hand then coming to hold his face. "Tom...h-hey...hey- wake up...wake up- what happened? Hey...c'mon Tom....Tom look at me. Look at me please.

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It was unusual for Tom to enter someone else's home uninvited, but it was either that, or let the enemy finish him off. As he struggled with his tools, he did everything in his power to remain upright as he picked the lock. As the knob clicked, Tom released the breath he didn't realize he was holding, slipping into the townhome and locking the door once more before anyone saw him.

There was a warmth seeping across his abdomen, and without looking Tom knew he'd aggravated the bullet wound held tried to bandage up previously. The toe of his boot caught the top stair and he landed on his stomach, the wind escaping his lungs. The sound of keys in the door sparked a fire, and his instinct was to find a place to hide.

He struggled to pull himself up, half dragging himself toward what he could only assume was a bedroom. His vision starting going black before he realized, his body aching and tired from injury. It was all he could do to wrap his jacket around his midsection before falling to the mattress into darkness.

~~

As warm hands cradled his face, Tom leaned into the touch. "Shh, quiet. They'll find us..." Trying to roll over, he was halted when his movements reminded him of his primary injury. "Ah, shit." He groaned, the sound rumbling in his throat. Opening his eyes, he tried sitting up while his hands moved to his abdomen. "Sharon? Please tell me that it's really you."

#► tom x sharon #youxmove #[ did my best to format it so we can continue to edit as we keep writing ]

[devilisln-moved]

7. Biggest turn on?

Sexual Questions ;)

Fighting, but not (always) violently. He likes to spar with martially trained partners and banter with the ones that aren't. Like I don't think he's the type to pick a fight for the thrill of it, but he's definitely thinking about how hot it is in the midst of one.

#✝ | are you or have you a problem? (ask answered) #youxmove #oh no it sounds problematic but like I promise it's not

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@youxmove || continued from (x)

He can’t tell if he put them here, in this position, or if they both played an equal part. It was so easy to look for someone to blame when he felt like that someone was himself. He accepted blame. He was hyper aware of his wrongdoings. So it’d be simple to throw his hands up and say ‘Hey, I fucked up!’ and walk away. It should be simple. 

But it's not. Because it’s her. 

He didn’t intend to get completely swept up in her, it wasn’t part of the plan. But he did. Slowly, steadily, he wanted more and more of her. Which was all well and good when you have to pretend to be madly in love in front of a crowd of virtual strangers, but behind closed doors there had to be boundaries. This was a mission, after all. A mission he might have ruined completely because he was too distracted getting sucked into her orbit. He missed important intel on a target and he still wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get them back on track. 

He touched her first, he caved first. Boundaries were blurred– it’s his fault. He can’t complete this mission, he’s compromised. 

“Please don’t cry.” Too late for that. His stomach twisted like he was going to be sick. “I don’t think there’s any fixing it. Staying will only make it worse, because I can’t–” He paused to look into her eyes, feeling sharp edges soften. Every time. “I think I’m in too deep.”

#// im not over the fake relationship mission verse so heres this #youxmove

[sicariav]

@youxmove​ asked:

you can't do this. you need help.'

     “Move.” He snarls, muscle rippling beneath worn leather. A wolf lowering belly-to-ground to prepare for the long sprint. Teeth bared beneath blood stained lips. Familiarity creeps in at blurred edges and like an old skin he slips into it once more.

     “Or I will move you.”

#youxmove #I love the fact that your username #could act as a childish rebuttal. #It made me smile.

[vekovoysoldat-a]

@youxmove liked for a one liner from bucky

"Y'know , i have a lot of respect for you , always have."

#youxmove #( verse : bionic staring machine // main )