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Being this close he could actually see the flecks of colour in his husband’s eyes. He’d always known they were a particular shade of blue/grey but being this close he could see all the different shades and he couldn’t help but smile at Bucky. A part of him knew that this was all because of the chocolate he’d eaten before Bucky came home. It just didn’t matter to him one way or another because he actually felt happy. Steve couldn’t help but wonder when the last time he’d felt that happy before but none of it mattered. He had his husband there, they had their life that they’d always talked about and everything was perfect. Even better was the fact that he’d brought him back around, he reminded him that they’d loved each other in the past and now they could love each other without any problems.

And then there was Bucky’s laugh. It was something he’d always thought about, was something he’d fallen in love with and wondered if he’d ever hear it again once they found each other. Day by day he heard more of it and each time it made him love him just a bit more. “I knew I would. If anyone could it would be me,” he teased, chasing the kiss back and stealing a proper one. Life had been rough, it had put them through hell and all of this was the reward for surviving that hell. Steve was certain the smile on his face would show Bucky just how happy he was he was home and that they were together again. “Nothing’s wrong. Can’t I just be happy you’re here with me? And that you love me?”

He watched as Bucky’s eyes flickered away from his own and a small part of him knew what his husband would find; the opened box of chocolate he’d gotten from Thor for his birthday. There were probably two or three pieces missing but only because he’d been unable to resist the temptation. Really, the fact he’d lasted as long as he had was a miracle. And yeah, he should’ve waited until Bucky came home but again that damn temptation had gotten the better of him. Plus, Steve wanted to be the one who found out the effects before he let Bucky try them. The last thing he wanted was for something bad to happen to the one thing that mattered most to him. So he tried one which became two which might’ve become three but he honestly couldn’t remember. It was so damn good, better than the chocolate he’d had from Europe and it was why he hadn’t been able to just have one piece.

None of that mattered because Bucky was there, he was home, and the rest of the day was theirs to do whatever they wanted to. And all he wanted to do was spend time with his husband. Maybe he’d even give him some of the Asgardian chocolate so  they could at least enjoy all of this together. He always enjoyed the things they did together and now that they had the life they always wanted they should definitely be enjoying this together. Steve knew it meant separating and he was actually enjoying being close to Bucky again. But maybe he could handle separating for a few moments; at least long enough to grab the chocolate and come back to Bucky.

“One? Two? I think,” he said, unable to hide the amusement in his eyes. In all honesty, he couldn’t remember exactly how many pieces he had but it was enough to put him in this particular state. And what did it matter? He was happy, he had Bucky and he was happy, too. What did it matter just how many he had if he was happy? “Have I told you lately how much I love you? And that I’m happy to have you in my life again?”

The smile on Steve’s face was something Bucky loved seeing and got glimpses of far too rarely. Sure, Steve smiled every day just like any other human being, but the genuine smile that was completely Steve and usually reserved just for Bucky? Those were few and far between, more often than not. Except for under the influence of other-worldly chocolate, it seemed. And, to be honest, Bucky was okay with that. Seeing Steve this happy made Bucky happy because it was all he wanted for his husband — all he’d ever wanted for him.

Smiling as Steve kissed him again, he couldn’t help the light laugh that left him once again. “Wouldn’t be anybody but you, sweetheart.” The fact that Steve was so adamant about the whole point was beyond amusing to Bucky despite how much it had taken him by surprise. Given the fact that Steve had never once even hinted at any idea remotely related to ‘bringing Bucky around’ again while sober, it was a good clue as to just what effect the chocolate was having on him. That didn’t make it any less amusing for Bucky, nor did it mean he would be forgetting about this conversation ever.

That damn smile was contagious, there was no denying that while he stood there, Steve beaming at him like Bucky’s presence alone was the best damn thing in the whole fucking world. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his own lips in return. “I do love you. You know that, right?” Steve was a sap under normal circumstances — Bucky knew this. And this version of Steve was well over the usual capacity for sap Steve normally carried, but that didn’t stop Bucky from wanting to remind his husband that he did have every reason to be happy for the fact that they loved each other and that they were together and would be from now on.

“Uh huh,” Bucky nodded, knowingly, giving Steve one of his looks that said he knew his husband a little too well to be buying the claim of ‘one’ or even just ‘two’ pieces of chocolate. Bucky was surprised half the box wasn’t gone if they were that good. “Couldn’t wait for me to get home to try them, huh? Had to start without me.” He was teasing, knowing he could easily get away with it, given Steve’s current mood. And it was just as well Bucky hadn’t been there, he supposed. Things would probably get out of hand very quickly with both of them high as a kite.

Though, he couldn’t deny his curiosity was more than slightly piqued about the chocolate now, and he was tempted to try it himself at some point. For science. Given the fact that his version of the serum wasn’t as strong as Steve’s, the effect would probably be more intense for him, and he figured it would probably be wise to start with a more conservative sample than his husband had. But, in the end, with the two of them, who knew what would happen. They weren’t known for making the best decisions at all times, especially not together.

As Steve spoke again, Bucky’s smile softened, shaking his head slightly over how sweet Steve was being. Not that his husband wasn’t always sweet, but neither one of them held outstanding marks in the area of communication, and — more often than not — they communicated silently or physically, a look or a touch saying more than words every could for both of them. But now Steve was the one pouring his heart out, and Bucky brushed his fingers through Steve’s hair as he grinned, affection and amusement dancing in his eyes. “No, you definitely haven’t told me that,” he teased. “I’m happy you’re in my life again, too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Wouldn’t be happy anywhere else but here with you.”

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It honestly shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did. This wasn’t the first time someone on the team had ‘borrowed’ his clothes and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last, either. Something about this time just frustrated him to the point that every little thing afterward was going to get on his nerves; even the innocent little things his husband said. Steve hated snapping at Bucky, always felt guilty when he did but he knew the other man would eventually forgive him. It was just going to take time and a lot of affection. In all honesty, he should be used to walking around with little clothing on. When they were in their apartment together Bucky had managed to convince him to wear nothing but boxers. Of course, his husband tended to go around naked and that never bothered him, but when it came to him he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Which was probably why his teammates did it; force him out of his comfort zone. All he could do was put it behind him and move forward with the day. He was home, he had his husband there, and he was certain he could convince him to stop working on food for a moment so he could properly apologise for his earlier actions. “Oh you were? I clearly remember you being the troublemaker,” he teased, daring to kiss Bucky’s neck. This was definitely a game of wills; who would actually outlast the other. He was certain he could outlast anything Bucky threw his direction. Though hearing that he had corrupted his husband’s soul had him biting down on his lip. There was absolutely no way he was going to lose this little game by laughing. “I may have corrupted your pure soul but I’m not hearing you complain, Buck.” He smirked into the other’s neck, he waited to see if he could get his husband to break first. And if he couldn’t? It was still a good day because they were together. He’d loved him before the war, he’d loved him during the war and his heart would always belong to Bucky. They were soulmates and somehow they always managed to come back together.

Hearing Steve’s teasing tone had a smile twitching on Bucky’s lips. They both knew the game of bullshit Bucky was playing. Though Steve was, too, if he expected Bucky to go along with the notion that Bucky was the only troublemaker between the two of them. Bucky would be happy to remind him that he was not the one who had to have his skinny ass dragged out of back-alleys and street corners bruised and bloodied from fights he’d instigated every other day. Granted, he’d gotten them into their fair share of trouble, but Steve had his own special brand of trouble unique to him alone. And God knew it was something Bucky loved him for. “Me? You were the one who always dragged me into sin.” The smirk on his lips was getting harder to fight, and it was definitely getting more difficult to focus on the sandwich in front of him with his husband kissing his neck like that. Steve never did play fair, the little shit. Two could play this game, and, if there was anything they were both good at, it was challenging each other to see who would come out the winner. So while his husband’s hands wandered and he spoke, Bucky fought back his smirk. Instead, he only smiled innocently as he stretched his body to reach for the jar of mayonnaise, straightening up again with one lithe roll of his body against Steve’s as he pressed flush back against him. A smile now hovering on his lips, he hummed low  to himself before he answered. “Didn’t say I was complainin’. Just pointing out that I know the truth that you’re not the picture of golden virtue everybody thinks you are.” Turning his had so his lips barely brushed against Steve’s, his hips rolled back against his husband’s while he added, “And wouldn’t everyone be surprised to find that out.” Truth be told, that was one of the things he loved best about Steve and never understood about the Captain America persona. Nobody likes a goody-two-shoes, and Steve certainly wasn’t one, which always made it particularly amusing to Bucky that it was one of the big aspects of the character he portrayed --- innocence and pure virtue. The people putting together the USO show must never have taken a good look at the man they put in the Captain America uniform.

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@cxpt

Slipping out of bed in the middle of the night could never be considered an easy task when the other half of the bed was occupied by one Steven Grant Rogers, king of the light sleepers. It would be easy enough to blame it on Steve’s heightened senses, thanks to the serum, but the truth was the little shit had always been like that. Even so, skilled (and practiced) as Bucky was, he did manage to creep out of bed while only mildly disturbing his husband. The excuse of going to get some water had seemed to work well enough, appeasing Steve’s vague alarm to the point that he went back to dozing while Bucky tiptoed to their kitchen.

He’d stashed the big bouquet of flowers earlier in the day, hoping like hell Steve didn’t manage to stumble across them before Bucky was ready. Several ridiculously extra long minutes were wasted in a search to determine what corner of the kitchen they had last shoved their glass flower vase into, but, once Bucky retrieved it, he went to work arranging the bouquet. And he didn’t do half bad, if he did say so himself. He’d debated over his choice for the flowers for far too long, but finally decided on the bright, lovely bundle before him.

Setting the vase on the island in the kitchen, Bucky knew Steve would be sure to see the arrangement first thing when he got up to go for his run in the morning. He leaned the envelope holding the sappy Hallmark card against the vase with Steve’s name scrawled across it. Dopey smile still lingering on his lips, he crept back to bed as quietly as he could, wrapping an arm around Steve while he settled in. Hopefully, Steve would like the little gesture to start off the day of their anniversary.

Inside the card, Steve would find a handwritten note in the morning:

Happy Anniversary, Stevie.

How many people can say they’ve been married for 77 years? That’s gotta be some kind of record. I know we both wish we’d gotten to spend all of those years together, but I guess the only thing we can do now is just spend another 77 years together to make up for it. But hey, if we’re only counting the years we’ve both been awake, it’s been 10 this year, which is the big one that counts, right?

We promised each other forever in our living room, remember? And if this is the way we get to spend forever together, then the truth is I’d do it over again. You’re the most important thing in my life and you always have been. You’re the reason I get out of bed every morning before anything else. I wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t for you. I meant what I said then, still.

It’s me and you forever. And I’ll do whatever it takes to spend 77 more years with you. I love you.

Bucky

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“ but he can get irrationally jealous within certain situations. “

you mean over certain lists, right?   

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we came out to have a good time and honestly we’re feeling so attacked right now

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ermegerd i wonder what ship hrrrmmmmm~

@hxrbingxr | ship meme | accepting

ship: jeira (look, i said the accursed name) james/eiraverse: in case of russian-speaking gorillas: break glass

who is more likely to hurt the other?

i mean, hopefully, neither? neither of them have a tendency to be verbally or emotionally cruel to one another. even if they get into an argument or straight up fight, they might yell or the situation might get heated, but they would never resort to anything that would intentionally hurt the other. as far as physical injury goes — again — neither of them would intentionally hurt the other. however, in instances where they were sparring together, there is a possibility that james could hurt eira in one way or another, albeit accidentally. and, let’s be real, eira would be pretty proud if she could cause the winter soldier a tiny bit of pain during a sparring session.

who is emotionally stronger?

they’re both strong people emotionally, though james, in the grand scheme of things, has been through more emotional (not to mention mental and physical) abuse. even so, he’s a fairly emotionally stable and strong individual, and — more often than not — doesn’t expose his feelings or emotions hardly at all, opting instead to remain more introverted and self-preserving. eira, on the other hand, is, most likely, an emotionally healthier individual, and, perhaps, that qualifies her for being a bit more stronger emotionally, as well. they both work very hard to be supportive of each other emotionally, though, and they tend to lean on one another for that support.

who is physically stronger?

james. i —— don’t think i even have to go into the why’s about this. supersoldier serum. superstrength. metal arm. eira is a smol. a fierce smol. but a smol, nonetheless, in comparison to her massive boyfriend.

who is more likely to break a bone?

james is more likely to break a bone, but that doesn’t disregard the very real possibility of eira breaking a bone whenever she feels like it. her skillset, training, and physical abilities all afford her every ability to snap a bone in an altercation.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

again, this isn’t the type of thing either of them would intentionally do. james is more open with eira than 99.9% of the people in his life, so if anyone knew his sore spots to press it would be eira, but there would rarely — if ever — be a situation where either of them would intentionally try to upset the other. it just isn’t them.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?

while they both are not incapable of swallowing their pride, it is, usually, at least somewhat difficult for either of them at times. it depends largely on the magnitude of the argument itself and/or what the argument was about. james honestly hates it when eira’s upset with him, and he hates himself for getting into argument with her in the first place, in a situation like that, so he could very possibly be the first to throw in the towel and apologize simply because he doesn’t enjoy having that rift between them.

who treats whose wounds more often?

this is something they both do with each other. if either one of them sees the other is injured they will probably be the first to get to them with a first aid kit or whatever tools are necessary, unless it was something requiring more professional attention. james’ natural inclination is to take care of the people he’s closest to, so if eira is ever injured, not only is the first one at her side to tend to her wounds, but he more than likely would glare off anyone else who tried to help if the situation didn’t absolutely require it. (did i mention he’s slightly protective also?)

who is in constant need of comfort?

i don’t know if i would really define either of them as having a “constant” need for comfort. again, james is slightly more emotionally closed off in some ways so reaching out for comfort wouldn’t be his first instinct. eira would probably fit this definition moreso than him, but again i don’t know that i would define it as a “constant need.” they both are available to each other all the time for comfort and assurance.

who gets more jealous? 

i mean ——— yeah i’m gonna have to go with james. eira gets jealous, too, at times, no doubt, but james tends to brood silently about it. which means, he never really acts on his jealously or necessarily even says anything about it, but he can get irrationally jealous within certain situations. 

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

i don’t like this question. it would have to be a pretty bad situation, most likely for this to occur. either an intensely bad argument or some misunderstanding or some unimaginable betrayal of some kind — something bad would have to happen to make one of them simply walk out. that being the case, i think it’s possibility for either of them, should an intense situation like that occur.

who will propose?

hmm… if they ever did decide to actually get married, it would probably be james who proposed? either that or it would simply be something they talk about over a period of time before going ahead with it. although, honestly, i can see eira maybe being the one to actually do it.

who has the most difficult parents?

-just looks at james’ dead parents- i mean —— i guess i’m gonna go ahead and say eira’s dad? especially considering the vague conflict between aiden and james, lowkey snarling at each other constantly tends to make for a “difficult” situation.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

probably eira, most of the time, at first. but as their relationship progresses, james would be more comfortable with public displays of affection.

who hogs the blankets?

E I R A. god, james is lucky he doesn’t just freeze to death every night.

who gets more sad? 

it depends on the day. james tries not to let himself sink into depression or real sadness too often. he’d much rather just bury himself in his work, the mission, than deal with processing things like that. it’s not the healthiest but it’s how he functions. eira probably has more “openly” sad days, for the most part.

who is better at cheering the other up?

they’re both pretty good at this. they both know what to do or to say to get the other to smile or to break the tension of the day. for james, it’s rare to find anyone who can make him smile at the drop of a hat, but eira always can. and he knows a few tricks and words to use to bring eira out of whatever gloominess the day has brought on.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this is definitely eira being the one to smack james. for being such a somber person most of the time, when he wants to be silly, he can be an absolute shit and eira’s the one to whack him for it.

who is more streetwise?

hmm... i guess i would say james? though eira’s certainly not lacking either, james just has a long running history of being “streetsmart” in a generalized sense.

who is more wise?

i think it depends on the situation. they’re a good team together because, although they have a lot of similarities and many similar outlooks on situations, they are slightly different at times, and depending on the situation at hand, one or the other may have a better view on what needs to be done. 

who’s the shyest?

james is introverted but he’s anything but shy. eira probably is a tad bit more shy than james in a few ways.

who boasts about the other more?

i mean, no offense to eira, but james can out-brag her any day when he goes on about how brilliant she is or what a genius she is or how epic she was in the field or what an asset to the team she is. i mean, really, everyone just wants him to shut the fuck up once he gets started. 

who sits on who’s lap?

i’m sorry, i’m just dying over the image of james sitting on eira’s lap, brb.

no but seriously, eira sits on james’ lap all the time.

though now we really want to see the opposite occur for shits and giggles.

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Girls who wear cute underwear specifically for you deserve to be eaten out like they’re your last meal on death row

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send me a ship and I'll tell you...

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angstmemes.

who is more likely to hurt the other? who is emotionally stronger? who is physically stronger? who is more likely to break a bone?  who knows best what to say to upset the other?  who is most likely to apologise first after an argument?  who treats who’s wounds more often?  who is in constant need of comfort?  who gets more jealous?  who’s most likely to walk out on the other?  who will propose?  who has the most difficult parents? who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?  who comes up for the other all the time?  who hogs the blankets?  who gets more sad?  who is better at cheering the other up?  who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? who is more streetwise? who is more wise? who’s the shyest?  who boasts about the other more?  who sits on who’s lap? 

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@soldiersdate replied to your post “@soldiersdate​ from here           “ —— I KNOW that.”              ...”

MOTHER HEN BUCKY

IT’S SO TRUE THOUGH. HE CAN’T ESCAPE THE CANON TRUTH THAT HE IS A MOTHER HEN WITH THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT IN HIS LIFE.

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[hanwhateverthefuck]

Me @ all my mutuals

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@soldiersdate​ from here

          “ ------ I KNOW that.”

               His tone isn’t confrontational or even accusing, keeping his voice mellow as he nods his concession, his words only laced with a slight edge of genuine CONCERN. He knows how easy it is for her to give and give and GIVE to others. It’s a rare gift to the world to find someone so caring and selfless. But he can’t help but feel that sometimes she doesn’t offer herself enough of a chance to take a REST, to allow someone else to take care of HER --- even for a short time.

               “It’s only that I CARE about you. You work so HARD ------ do so much. I worry about you. I don’t like seeing you exhaust yourself.”

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@agenths from here

     “ ------ peggy came up with it. you wanna be the one to tell her it stinks? be my guest.”

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❝ You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes. ❞

@hxrbingxr | ‘captain america: the winter soldier’ starter prompts | accepting

“ ——— And why would I WANT to ask Kristen from Statistics out?”

He refrained from asking if he seemed that HARD UP for a date ——— which he most definitely was not.

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❝ On your left. ❞

@silverheartsilverskin | ‘captain america: the winter soldier’ starter prompts | accepting

his attention had been zeroed in on the rather large — although FUMBLING — goon that had been stomping toward him only a few moments eariler. ana’s voice spoke up right as the man twice james’ own size hit his knees and then FACEPLANTED into the loose gravel beneath their feet. the buffoon would need more than a little concealer to cover that mark.

at ana’s sharp WARNING, james’ gaze immediately shifted to his left, catching sight of the thug sprinting toward him, who actually bothered to leap off the hood of a car in james’ general direction with a semi-automatic leveled at james’s head. were these guys actual TRAINED mercenaries? james’ opinion was more like a sad knock-off imitation. it only took a single bullet to have the assailant’s body CRASHING to the gravel beside his friend, and james looked over at ana, giving her a nod.

“ —— THANKS. how many do you think are inside?”

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                 See I’ve come to burn your kingdom down

[crimsondeath]

'captain america: the winter soldier' starter prompts

❝ On your left. ❞ ❝ Don’t say it. Don’t you say it. ❞ ❝ Need a medic? ❞ ❝ You should be ashamed of yourself. ❞ ❝ It’s your bed, right? ❞ ❝ You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞ ❝ I’ll put it on the list. ❞ ❝ I’m sure they have a good reason. ❞ ❝ Relax, it’s not that complicated. ❞ ❝ You doing anything fun Saturday night? ❞ ❝ You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes. ❞ ❝ Too shy, or too scared? ❞ ❝ You seemed pretty helpless without me. ❞ ❝ You want to be a hero? Is that it? ❞ ❝ Well, this is awkward. ❞ ❝ I think that’s overstating things. ❞ ❝ You just can’t stop yourself from lying, can you? ❞ ❝ I’m not obliged to do anything. ❞ ❝ It’s called compartmentalisation. ❞ ❝ Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all. ❞ ❝ I do share. I’m nice like that. ❞ ❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞ ❝ We can’t afford to wait that long. ❞ ❝ This isn’t freedom, this is fear. ❞ ❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞ ❝ You’re always so dramatic. ❞ ❝ The world has changed, and none of us can go back. ❞ ❝ Sometimes the best that we can do is to start over. ❞ ❝ I’m here to ask a favor. ❞ ❝ You lose someone? ❞ ❝ What makes you happy? ❞ ❝ If you want, you’re welcome to use my machine. Might be cheaper than the one in the basement. ❞ ❝ Well, I’ll keep my distance. ❞ ❝ I don’t remember giving you a key. ❞ ❝ My wife kicked me out. ❞ ❝ I didn’t know you were married. ❞ ❝ There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. ❞ ❝ You’re a terrible liar. ❞ ❝ He told me not to trust anyone. ❞ ❝ Anyone gets in my way, they’re gonna regret it. ❞ ❝ It kind of feels personal. ❞ ❝ I only act like I know everything. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna ask you again. ❞ ❝ Bye-bye, bikinis. ❞ ❝ First rule of going on the run is don’t run, walk. ❞ ❝ My fiancé was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations. ❞ ❝ I have the exact same glasses. ❞ ❝ Shut up and put your arm around me. Laugh at something I said. ❞ ❝ Kiss me. ❞ ❝ Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. ❞ ❝ I just wondered how much practice you’ve had. ❞ ❝ Nobody special, though? ❞ ❝ Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience. ❞ ❝ You just make something up. ❞ ❝ The truth is a matter of circumstance. ❞ ❝ That’s a tough way to live. ❞ ❝ You know, it’s kind of hard to trust someone, when you don’t know who that someone really is. ❞ ❝ Who do you want me to be? ❞ ❝ Who’s the girl? ❞ ❝ You need anything before I leave? ❞ ❝ Want some milk? ❞ ❝ I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can’t tell the difference anymore. ❞ ❝ There’s a chance you might be in the wrong business. ❞ ❝ If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ ❝ I hear the crab cakes here are delicious. ❞ ❝ That is a terrible, terrible idea. ❞ ❝ I wasn’t sure who to trust. ❞ ❝ Your work has been a gift to mankind. ❞ ❝ You shaped the century. ❞ ❝ Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. ❞ ❝ If you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine. ❞ ❝ See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues. ❞ ❝ I just kind of wanted to be alone. ❞ ❝ We can put the couch cushions on the floor like when we were kids. ❞ ❝ I’m with you to the end of the line, pal. ❞ ❝ I don’t know if I can do that. ❞ ❝ I think it’s time you know the truth. ❞ ❝ The price of freedom is high. ❞ ❝ Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head? ❞ ❝ You smug son of a bitch. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, did I step on your moment? ❞ ❝ Are you sure you’re ready for the world to see you as you really are? ❞ ❝ Did you get my flowers? ❞ ❝ You’re the best and the most ruthless person I ever met. ❞ ❝ You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look. ❞ ❝ I had a big breakfast. ❞ ❝ Please don’t make me do this. ❞ ❝ Unless you want a two-inch hole in your sternum, I’d put that gun down. ❞ ❝ This is gonna hurt. ❞ ❝ Man, shut the hell up. ❞ ❝ You know, there was a time I would’ve taken a bullet for you. ❞ ❝ You’re out of your depth, kid. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna fight you. ❞ ❝ You’re my friend. ❞ ❝ You’re not going to put me in a prison. ❞ ❝ You’ll know where to find me. ❞ ❝ I’m headed to Europe tonight, Wanted to ask if you’d come. ❞ ❝ You might not want to pull on that thread. ❞ ❝ This is the age of miracles. ❞ ❝ There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. ❞

[asoldiersghoststory]

@cameoutofabottle liked for a starter

"The doctors seem confident that the plans for the new arm are coming together well.”

He pressed the tips of his fingers into the juncture where fragmented metal met flesh to rub at tense muscle and scarring. His body felt somewhat WEARY from the numerous examinations and physical studies the Wakandan physicians had needed to run over and over again on him in the process of determining the best method for building a new arm. T’challa had been more than generous in his offer to have his team recreate the limb, designing one that would be stronger, lighter, more flexible --- an upgrade on his old one in every way. Grateful as he was for the gift, at the moment, Bucky was more than a little OVERSTIMULATED mentally by the process and was glad for the small reprieve he received by Steve’s appearance.

Steve wan’t around as often as Bucky would have liked, though he never pointed that fact out directly to the other man. In truth, it was less that he wanted Steve in Wakanda and more that he wanted to be out THERE with Steve. He didn’t like the idea of Steve traveling alone, risking everything without even having anyone there to back him up. And he knew how Steve thought. He wanted to PROTECT everyone ------ the team, his friends, Bucky. But, for once, Steve needed to think about HIMSELF. Bucky was the one who’d always had Steve’s back --- both before the war and during the war --- and now that he was starting to settle back into his own mind, he couldn’t help but feel the natural PULL back to that again. The idea of leaving Steve alone without anyone to even watch his six just didn’t set well with him.

“How ARE things out there?”