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"You're back!"
"Well, you can't expect me to stay away forever. You losers need me." Bucky gave a tired smile. For about a week he'd just been walking around to nowhere in particular. He had his credit card so he was able to buy food, but he hadn't changed clothes nor had a bath so he stank pretty bad.
Shut your mouth or I’m gonna shut it by myself you life ruiner
“Have you seen any footage of me biting anyone? If you have, I greatly assure you that it is false.” He grins, good humoured. “Besides, you are the one with the unique limb where all I currently posses is a butter knife. Which I assure I shan’t use either.”
"No, I guess not." Bucky gave a short smile. At Thor's second comment, he subconsciously pulled down his hoodie sleeve to cover the metal interior. "Yeah, unique is the right word for it for sure." Still feeling a little edgy around the god, he slowly moved forwards and sat down on the seat opposite him. "Don't suppose you're going to finish that piece of bread, huh?"
"Step on a lego" (Feel free to ignore | This just sounded so Jemma x )
"Something tells me you don’t like me." Bucky said slowly, feigning a thinking expression. "And that’s probably the worst threat I’ve ever heard."
“Quite a skill, I would admire it more if it weren’t so very grating.” At least that was something, Jemma running a hand over her forehead in a silent reminder to herself to just try to be nice. Maybe it just came naturally for his personality to clash with hers. “How about this: we both try to be nice so we can get this done faster and we can go back to annoying other people? I’m already going to have enough of a lecture from Fitz about my lack of self-preservation at this rate.”
"Well I apologise," Bucky said with another roll of his eyes. He stared at her with no expression lined in his face, not even annoyance, yet his eyes said otherwise. He continued to let her talk with frequent clenches of his jaw. "Fine, deal. You wanna shake on it or something? Why don't we start wearing friendship bracelets?"
"Fitz sounds like my kinda guy. I think I can relate." He silently cursed himself after his rather inappropriate comment. She tried to bring peace between them both and all he's doing is making things worse. "Sorry."
Billy continued the action, staying close and rhythmically knocking. It took him a moment to even register that the stranger had moved let alone process anything else. Jumping back the dognapper was wide-eyed, stumbling and having to reach down to pick up his hat that had fallen off his head.
Unable to speak Billy just stared. Was he meant to respond? What do people normally do in these situations? Is this even something that’s ever been experienced before?! What is happening to the world?!
The shock on the man's face gave Bucky a tingle guilty pleasure. "I hope you haven't been doing this to other people," Bucky started, raising his eyebrows and flinching his metal arm. "Because it is very antisocial." His eyes fell upon the frame of the window which was now lines with uneven jagged pieces; he began picking at them with silver fingers. "Plus you owe me a new window." Bucky continued to stare at him for a couple of seconds before saying, "Who are you? And why did you knock on my window?"
Alright kids, Bucky is out of the ice and on the move again. I'll be roleplaying him for a while now until I put him back to rest. My muse for him keeps coming and going so I apologise for any inconvenience... I'll be replying to everything that was replied to me about 987658 days ago (I've taken slow replies to a whole new level...) and hopefully I'll get Bucky back on the ball again.
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“Would you not be more comfortable taking a seat over here instead? I do not bite.”
"You sure about that?" Bucky chuckled weakly. "I've seen footage of you and that hammer of yours; I think I'm just going to stand here. But thanks."
"Step on a lego" (Feel free to ignore | This just sounded so Jemma x )
"Something tells me you don’t like me." Bucky said slowly, feigning a thinking expression. "And that’s probably the worst threat I’ve ever heard."
"Clearly you’ve never stepped on a lego." Jemma muttered, annoyance clear in narrowed hazel eyes as she looked at him for a few moments. Looking away though she shook her head, "Plus I’m not usually the threatening sort. It takes a rare individual."
"Clearly," Bucky nodded, feigning a serious expression. His eyes narrowed mockingly to mirror hers and he stared back with the same intensity. At her comment however, he stopped to roll his eyes. "Well, don't I feel special?" He replied sarcastically. "I seem to have a knack for pissing people off."
Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and Bruce Banner start up sessions where they learn relaxing techniques and share stories about their past, and how to deal with pain and recovery. They take turns on who is the leader of every session. When its Bruce’s turn, he leads them in yoga positions and deep breathing, as well as talks about how to remain calm and put your anger aside.(This really helps Bucky). When it’s Sam’s turn, he talks about finding positivity despite grief, which includes encouraging the other two to embrace the good things in their new life, and not let the past burden them (This really helps Bruce espescially). When it’s Bucky’s turn, the other two let him vent and he takes the time to do his best to recall what kind of person he was before he was taken by Hydra. Bucky is worried he doesn’t help the others like they help him, but the other two encourage him to talk about his pain anyway, and Bucky is incredibly relieved about that. Later Tony joins the group to seek help with his anxiety, and even though he pretends to be too good for the group (he calls them saps and overlysentimental, stuff like that) Tony really looks forward to meeting with them every week
okay, challenge time.
how well do you know your OC? let’s find out. this meme can be done in ten days or ten minutes; whatever you feel most comfortable doing. pick an OC, any OC and complete the following in writing, in gifs, in graphics, a heavily worded MLA formatted essay —…
Hey lovelies! I have replies to do but me and Bucky are tired and so replies tomorrow okay? Also please follow my Marvel multi-muse blog here. Thank you :3 Mwah!
"A little evil goes a long, long way."
“What about a lot of evil?”"How far does that go?"
"—I think at this point, the real question is; how far are you willing to go?”
"I went pretty far. I've killed people. A lot of people." Bucky looked down and shook his head. "I was pretty willing back then ma'am, trust me."
"Just breathe."
"Just breathe." Bucky repeated, giving a weak chuckle in-between his heavy breaths. A bullet went straight into his hip and Bucky was in a lot of pain "You don’t…I bet you’ve never been shot in the side before."
"No I haven’t, but I know the pain." She told the man sitting down by him, putting pressure on his wound with her sweater. "The ambulance will be here in any minute, just stay calm and take deep breaths. You’re going to be alright, I promise you."
"Oh yeah?" Bucky managed to grin, sweat now forming on the top of his brow. He didn't remember being shot was this painful, but then again, the Winter Soldier never let him get shot. For a while, he was always the one who pointed the gun, not the other way round. He listened to her soothing words, but in his mind he knew it wasn't okay. It was never okay. "Did he...did he get away? The...guy who shot me?"
Hi, I'm Krissy Rogers and I'm pretty much ordinary. People seem to like the fact that my great uncle...
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these BATTLE SCARS don’t look like they’re F A D I N G don’t look like they’re EVER going away.
Sebastian Stan at the Broadway ‘Picnic' Opening Night.
"Just breathe."
"Just breathe." Bucky repeated, giving a weak chuckle in-between his heavy breaths. A bullet went straight into his hip and Bucky was in a lot of pain "You don’t…I bet you’ve never been shot in the side before."
