tony inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly. bucky barnes, the winter soldier. he hadn’t really spoken to him sense - well, he chose not to think about that incident as often as possible. there was a lot left unsaid there, and he wasn’t too good with words. “oh, no, i’m peachy. this bar is familiar, and it’s been torn down, you know, in our normal time,” he lied through his teeth. “how are you holding up? i can’t imagine the whole frozen thing is easy on the body. or your arm.”
this was, more than likely, not the smartest move to make. there was definitely history there between them, none of it remotely good, but stark was a familiar face and bucky knew it was better for them to all work together in these circumstances. he didn’t buy a word of what was being said. not that he was going to say a damn thing about it, best to let tony think he bought the words. “never gets any easier, coming out of the ice no matter how many times i’ve done it over the decades.” he glances down at the hidden metal arm, holding back a frown. it was the old one, of course. the one that held too many reminders, too many harsh memories. “actually, you were just the person i wanted to find.” and there it was, bucky attempting to offer up an olive branch between them both. “think you could look at my arm, tinker with it a bit?? it’s feeling a bit... off.”
His arms are crossed over his chest while leaning against the doorframe, observing Bucky as he paces back and forth. Nothing about their current situation is easy to cope with and Sam isn’t quite sure where to begin. The last thing he remembers is being snapped and there’s a weight to the feeling associated with this memory. He takes a few steps forward and reaches out to grab one of Bucky’s hands. There’s a time and place for everything, so there would be more comforting taking place than cracking another joke. “Hey, look at me … you good?” However, Sam doesn’t let go of the palm in his own, intertwining their fingers instead while giving the other hand a gentle squeeze. “We can talk about it or not, but I’m not going anywhere, Buck.”
[ @assassinnotforhire ]
ever since he’d been freed from the confines of hydra, bucky had been more on edge that he normally was. paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder in fear that they’d drag him right back to the hell he had done for most of his life. nothing seemed to help, sleep barely came to him and when it did, it tended to be fleeting and full of nightmares. not to mention the whole fucked up timeline and the fact that he should likely be dead right now, considering the last memory bucky had. he’s so lost in thought, so lost in the pacing that he almost didn’t feel the hand grabbing his own. pausing, bucky registers the words, gaze flickering up towards sam as he comes to a stop, faltering as his eyes drop down to their intertwined hands. “i -- i don’t know.” his voice cracks a bit, all of those emotions he’d been trying to hold back threatening to drag him down. bucky shakes his head, clinging to the hand in his own like it was the only lifeline he had in his life right now. “i feel like... i’m being selfish. fucking with the timeline by being here right now. this isn’t right.”
she’s far more comfortable with a closer distance when he confirms he’s HIM , not the controlled hydra version - imagine knowing the truth and still not being able to do anything about it . daisy would hate that . and she’s quick to move , catching him and laying him back to his previous position . ‘ easy , barnes . i took care of most of the people in the facility , we’ve got some time to get you in a better position . ’ like being able to walk , for example , would be a good start . she shoots a quick smile , breaks the conversation topic for a moment to JUST be bucky and daisy for a passing second . ‘ nice to have you back . ’ and daisy sighs , running her fingers through her dark hair . ‘ i wish i had an easy answer . i think we time traveled - and i think the avengers might have accidentally dragged us all into it . ’
he’s not overly used to asking for help, or even accepting it even when it’s offered, but there’s a relief in having her support now. holding him up even when bucky feels like he’s going to collapse on his feet. it would take a little bit for him to regain his strength enough to walk out of this place. protests die on the tip of his tongue, breathing out a soft sigh instead. there is no doubt within his mind that daisy had handled everything already, given him that much needed time to recoup and fully come back to himself. “good to be back,” he manages with a faint smile. and it was, truly. if his memories were anything to go by, he should even be here right now. “you’re kidding me, right?? please tell me you are kidding.” there’s a pause as bucky manages to hold himself up, slowly feeling himself gaining that strength once more. “hell, i shouldn’t even be surprised. what’s the year right now??”
time travel wasn’t simple. tony knew that from the moment it was brought up. they were never supposed to be in the past. it was supposed to be simple; get the stones and get out. sure, he thought about it. who hadn’t? there were so many things he could do better this time around. but this wasn’t permanent. and it didn’t change that his timeline had happened. all in all, the entire situation was making it difficult for him to get decent sleep. the arrival of weird space robots didn’t help. tony went to the bar down the street from the tower and ordered a drink, leaning against the counter. @rewrittenstart
it hadn’t taken too long for bucky to be fully caught up to speed on everything that had happened since he’d been snapped, or what had transpired and brought them all back to this period. taking it all in was another thing entirely, however. paired with the paranoia he was currently feeling about hydra and the new space robot arrivals, and bucky was certainly on edge. despite alcohol not doing much to his system, it was something familiar. something he could lean on, focus on for a few moments to clear his already racing mind. “guessing you’re having as rough as a time??” he likely didn’t even have to ask, but it was difficult to ignore the very obvious and familiar man right now.
he’s not quite sure how to feel even as his gaze lingers outside the window. bucky already felt uneasy, and being watched by whatever those things were outside was hardly helping his paranoia currently. he was anxious, too anxious, at the thought that hydra was likely trying to track down where their most valuable asset had gone to. the last thing bucky wanted to do was bring more trouble for everyone else, especially considering they were already dealing with so much. sighing softly, he finally turned away from the window, moving to settle down back onto the couch rather than pace back and forth like he desperately wanted to. he didn’t want to worry steve even more than he likely already was at the moment. “you know, the best thing ‘bout that new arm i had was the red star just being... gone.” it’s just a memory of all the bad -- all the horrible things he’d bene forced to do at the hands of hydra and the soviets. “can’t say i was really missing it.” // @starspangledman
( @assassinnotforhire ) okay , so this was most certainly taking longer than initially planned ; daisy had forgotten about that tiny lil’ part when she had to yanno - touch a rock and then turn into one , for the literal third time . all in the day’s work of an inhuman , she supposes . ‘ sorry i’m late - ’ daisy says as she cracks open the cryochamber , she making a face at it . it’s done good things for her team … but not so much for others . and she’s hesitant , gives him space , because she knows what it’s like when all your memories come rushing back at once - if they even do this time . ‘ are you … you ? ’ smooth daisy , smooth .
everything seems to all happen at once. at one point there is nothingness -- an unconscious blackness before it’s all fading away, awareness slowly beginning to rise. there’s a soft gasp as he slowly comes to, body faltering as he feels his legs slowly giving out, unable to hold himself up in that moment. it takes another few moments for bucky to fully process everything else. the memories rushing back, the battle against thanos and everything fading not too long after. breathing out, both flesh and metal hand resting atop the ground, his head slowly lifts up as his gaze lands onto daisy. “yeah, i’m -- me,” he croaks out. fuck, what was going on?? this is how he always felt coming out of cryo, uncertain and confused. “what the hell is going on, johnson??”
( sebastian stan. he/him. male. 103. marvel. ) would you look at james buchanan ‘bucky’ barnes roaming around the avenger’s tower! they’re supposedly the winter soldier and work with the avengers, identifying as a hero. they are not around here often, so i wonder what’s got them here today. it’s been said that they’ve been acting off for two months, so maybe it has to do with the tower. lets just hope the new york times doesn’t have much to say about them in the future.
statistics:
name: james buchanan ‘bucky’ barnes
age: 103
faceclaim: sebastian stan
alias: the winter solider
powers/skills: artificially enhanced physiology, bionic arm, master martial artist, master marksman, weapons specialist, master assassin, master acrobat, expert pilot, multilingual
alliance: the avengers
threat level (out of ten): 10/10 when the winter solider. 8/10 when himself considering he holds back a lot.
history file (link wiki): https://marvelcinematicuniverse.fandom.com/wiki/Winter_Soldier
notable changes from 2012 to the timeline they were pulled from: well, he’s been pulled from hydra a lot earlier than in canon so that is going to be very interesting to see how that messes with things.
last memory before ending up in nyc, 2012: being dusted
questionnaire:
How are you feeling? Physically and mentally.
“hard to really say, i guess. physically i’m doing fine. as fit as a fiddle, or whatever the term is these days. mentally, well -- i’m not so sure. being back here means i still have the triggers in my head. easy for hydra to come and take control of. besides, i wouldn’t say i’ve been fine in my head for a long time anyways.”
Where are you living? The same place you lived in 2012, or displaced to a random apartment? Explain to the best of your ability.
“right now, i’m mostly just sticking around the avengers tower. keeping my head low, trying to keep myself out of sight from hydra.”
What do YOU think we should do about the situation at hand? Try to go back home? The original mission of stopping Thanos? Rewrite the entire story?
“i think that’s a tough call to make. considering i’m here and not still with hydra, i already feel like the timeline has been messed with somehow. time travel is trick business, so i can’t say for certain. right now i think it’s best that we focus on the original mission of stopping thanos. maybe we’ll be successful this time around.”
What will you DO about the situation at hand?
“help however i can. right now i’m just focused on not bringing too much trouble to anyone.”
Is there anything that you think needs to be done?
“taking down hydra, of course. just as the history books had it as, even if things might be a little different now. there ain’t no way in hell i’m going to allow them to get away with everything they have already.”
If need be, would you be willing to team up with the government and SHEILD to recoup and help the situation at hand?
“no. frankly, i don’t trust SHIELD or the government to help with this situation.”
What are your worries?
“that the timeline will be completely fucked over with what we’re doing, and we won’t even succeed at the end of the day. there’s too many variables to know for sure.
What do you think are the pros about this situation?
“knowing the history, i’d say. maybe that’ll give us a one up on this whole ordeal, make us succeed in the end. only time will tell, i suppose.”
When Bucky Barnes first met Steve Rogers on the playgrounds of Brooklyn, little did he know that he was forging a bond that would take him to the battlefields of Europe and beyond. (insp)
