I knew him . . .

Independent RP blog for Post CATWS Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier. I'll generally roleplay with anyone, just shoot me an ask!

[brooklynboyofamerica-archive-de]

buckynomore:

Could he? The soldier was doubtful his memories could be fully recovered. They had been stripped away, layer by layer, in a painful agonizing way. He still woke up screaming with nightmares about those memory wipes. But Steve looked so hopeful …he had to at least try. For him.

He opened his mouth to say something more, but then his stomach growled again, reminding him why he had come to the table in the first place. Food hadn’t been exactly common during his days on the run. 

Steve chuckled as he heard the stomach growl. It was unexpected, different from the mood the conversation had. He smiled at his friend, so happy to finally found him. After all this time. “Come with me,” he asked. “I’ll get us some pizza and we can talk. Or if you prefer, maybe watch a movie? I haven’t watched How to train your dragon yet.”

[buckynomore]

He nodded. “Can we . . .talk? Theres . . .so much I want to know.” Maybe it was impossible to become the man he once was, but he could learn everything he can about who he used to be. 

[brooklynboyofamerica-archive-de]

buckynomore:

He knew the man had been searching for him. That was partly why he had kept running. He didn’t want to face the man, not after all that had happened. Very slowly he looked up at the man, Steve, his childhood friend, the one he had almost killed.

His throat was dry, but he managed to force the words past his tongue. “I …I don’t remember a lot.” This was true, memories came in only bits and flashes.   

Steve smiled when his blue orbs met Bucky’s again. It didn’t matter to him what the Winter Soldier did, or that his best friend might have been running away from him. What mattered in the here and now was that they were both there, in the same park, well and alive.

“I can help you with that.”

From the details in the file, full recovery might never happen. But he was optimistic. Even just a few memories of their friendship was good enough for him. The important thing for him was that Bucky was not under HYDRA anymore. Wouldn’t have to suffer horror anymore.

[buckynomore]

Could he? The soldier was doubtful his memories could be fully recovered. They had been stripped away, layer by layer, in a painful agonizing way. He still woke up screaming with nightmares about those memory wipes. But Steve looked so hopeful . . .he had to at least try. For him.

He opened his mouth to say something more, but then his stomach growled again, reminding him why he had come to the table in the first place. Food hadn’t been exactly common during his days on the run. 

[buckynomore]

[brooklynboyofamerica-archive-de]

He saw people crowding around someone. He couldn’t see who it was, due to all the bodies that were crowding around the person. This could be the opportunity he needed. Slowly, he crept over to the table where the grilled food lay steaming. Stealth training had come in pretty handy in that regard. He was about to grab a hot dog when he heard a voice addressed to him. He stiffened. He was caught. But then he realized it was that voice, saying that name. He looked up, and there was his mission, the man he’d saved. He swallowed hard, then looked down again, unsure what to say or do.

Steve stood there in silence, waiting for his childhood friend to say something. As Bucky looked back down, Steve knew he would need to be the one breaking the silence. The universe was ironic, making him meet Bucky while he was not searching for him. He chuckled a littled, about that thought, then became serious again. “Sorry about that. I was just not expecting you here. I’ve search for you though. Everywhere.”

[buckynomore]

He knew the man had been searching for him. That was partly why he had kept running. He didn’t want to face the man, not after all that had happened. Very slowly he looked up at the man, Steve, his childhood friend, the one he had almost killed.

His throat was dry, but he managed to force the words past his tongue. “I . . .I don’t remember a lot.” This was true, memories came in only bits and flashes.   

[buckynomore]

[brooklynboyofamerica-archive-de]

buckynomore:

It was getting hotter, and the thick jacket the soldier wore to cover his arm was enough to make him sweat profusely in the horrid weather. He had lost track of how many weeks, or months it had been since he’d left his target on the banks of the Potomac. Since then he’d been...

[buckynomore]

He saw people crowding around someone. He couldn’t see who it was, due to all the bodies that were crowding around the person. This could be the opportunity he needed. Slowly, he crept over to the table where the grilled food lay steaming. Stealth training had come in pretty handy in that regard. 

He was about to grab a hot dog when he heard a voice addressed to him. He stiffened. He was caught. But then he realized it was that voice, saying that name. He looked up, and there was his mission, the man he’d saved. He swallowed hard, then looked down again, unsure what to say or do. 

[buckynomore]

It was getting hotter, and the thick jacket the soldier wore to cover his arm was enough to make him sweat profusely in the horrid weather. He had lost track of how many weeks, or months it had been since he’d left his target on the banks of the Potomac. Since then he’d been...

[buckynomore]

He glared at the woman as she approached, not wanting any unwanted attention, until he saw the hot dog in her hand. As she sat down next to him, he tentatively took the food from her hand and began devouring it.   

[buckynomore]

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It was getting hotter, and the thick jacket the soldier wore to cover his arm was enough to make him sweat profusely in the horrid weather. He had lost track of how many weeks, or months it had been since he’d left his target on the banks of the Potomac. Since then he’d been wandering from place to place, scrounging for food and making sure to keep out of sight. He couldn’t risk HYDRA finding him.

Memories came is flashes, fast and jagged but with nothing connecting them. Without his handler’s to care for him, it was difficult to satisfy the needs of hunger and thirst. He did what he could to survive.

Exhaustion had gotten the best of him. He had wandered into some sort of park. He knew it was dangerous to be out in the open like this, but he was too tired to care. He tried to get relief from the heat by sitting under the shade of a tree, hands folded into his lap, his ball cap pulled low over his eyes. He looked like just another homeless man. There was some kind of event going on nearby, he could hear people laughing, and smell barbecue cooking. His stomach rumbled. Maybe if he was quiet, he could swipe some food without anyone noticing.   

From across the park she sat watching the man sitting under the big oak tree. He wasn’t like a normal homeless person she was used to seeing. She placed her book she had been reading, in her bag slowly making her way to the strange man. Something about him made her feel like she knew him. 

[buckynomore]

He tensed as he saw the woman approach, his body coiling in case he needed to run. He glared at her, a look that was sure to frighten any sane person off. 

[buckynomore]

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It was getting hotter, and the thick jacket the soldier wore to cover his arm was enough to make him sweat profusely in the horrid weather. He had lost track of how many weeks, or months it had been since he’d left his target on the banks of the Potomac. Since then he’d been wandering from place to place, scrounging for food and making sure to keep out of sight. He couldn’t risk HYDRA finding him.

Memories came is flashes, fast and jagged but with nothing connecting them. Without his handler’s to care for him, it was difficult to satisfy the needs of hunger and thirst. He did what he could to survive.

Exhaustion had gotten the best of him. He had wandered into some sort of park. He knew it was dangerous to be out in the open like this, but he was too tired to care. He tried to get relief from the heat by sitting under the shade of a tree, hands folded into his lap, his ball cap pulled low over his eyes. He looked like just another homeless man. There was some kind of event going on nearby, he could hear people laughing, and smell barbecue cooking. His stomach rumbled. Maybe if he was quiet, he could swipe some food without anyone noticing.   

[buckynomore]

Looking for a Steve or Thor to RP with. Anyone interested?

[buckynomore]

It had been weeks since he’d pulled the man from the hellicarrier to safety, and the Winter Soldier was slowly starting to remember things. Bit and pieces came occasionally, clues to who he was, as well as his relationship with that man. He remembered fights in alleyways, and a…

[buckynomore]

He immediately dropped down to help the woman gather her things, keeping his head down. “It was …my fault.” His mouth tightened. He knew he looked terrible. He accepted the water bottle and stood up. “I …I should go.”

[turtlegiles-rp-archive]

“You don’t seem like a man who knows where he’s going.” A more intuitive response, still kinda rude though. However, this time her words meant more than a insult. It was deeper than that. She was curious about the man in front, which made her a little more open to helping him.

[buckynomore]

That was true, he didn’t know where he was going. His purpose had been lost when the hellicarriers fell weeks ago. Still, he wasn’t one to admit it. “I’m fine.” He mumbled, a little wary of the woman before him. She could easily be a HYDRA agent is disguise. 

[turtlegiles-rp-archive]

“You don’t look fine, I even said earlier ‘you look like crap’.” She kept pushing, not feeling too comfortable letting him wonder around the streets. Things had gotten a little hectic after the fall of shield. The people who had been effected didn’t seem to trust or listen to any type of government anymore. “It’s not safe to be out at night. You should get to a shelter or something.”

[buckynomore]

He hated shelters. They seemed like the most obvious place to be caught by HYDRA. He shook his head, and at that moment his stomach let out a loud growl, making him wince. Food hadn’t been exactly common over the last few days, so he’d barely eaten anything. He gritted his teeth. 

[buckynomore]

It had been weeks since he’d pulled the man from the hellicarrier to safety, and the Winter Soldier was slowly starting to remember things. Bit and pieces came occasionally, clues to who he was, as well as his relationship with that man. He remembered fights in alleyways, and a…

[buckynomore]

When the woman spoke he tentatively looked up at her. His eyes were dull, depressed. He lived with too many horrible memories to look any different. “I’m fine.” He said hoarsely, knowing the woman wouldn’t believe him for a second. 

He realized he was just standing blankly. “I …I should go. I’m sorry.” He mumbled. He turned to leave but suddenly his stomach growled loudly again. He was starving. He scavenged for what he could but it was never enough. He paced his flesh hand over it and took a step back. 

[the-keeper-of-pandora]

Alyssa caught him by his shoulder before he could step too far back. She considered him for a moment before tightening her grip. “How about you come with me and we can get something to eat together?”

She didn’t exactly make it a habit to pickup homeless men and offer them dinner but this man was making her stop. She sensed he was different from the rest of men wandering the streets, lost in a way that they weren’t. His eyes looked as though he didn’t even know who he was. And if a man didn’t know who he was, then did he truly exist?

[buckynomore]

He flinched a little when the woman grabbed his shoulder. He wasn’t exactly fond of being touched but when the woman mentioned food he hesitated. He turned and looked her over carefully, making sure she was sincere. 

Slowly, he nodded, his face drooping a bit, betraying his weariness. He was tired on scavenging, of living on the streets, of not remembering. And this woman was showing him the first kindness he had experienced in . . .probably forever.  

[buckynomore]

It had been weeks since he’d pulled the man from the hellicarrier to safety, and the Winter Soldier was slowly starting to remember things. Bit and pieces came occasionally, clues to who he was, as well as his relationship with that man. He remembered fights in alleyways, and a…

[buckynomore]

He immediately dropped down to help the woman gather her things, keeping his head down. “It was …my fault.” His mouth tightened. He knew he looked terrible. He accepted the water bottle and stood up. “I …I should go.”

[turtlegiles-rp-archive]

“You don’t seem like a man who knows where he’s going.” A more intuitive response, still kinda rude though. However, this time her words meant more than a insult. It was deeper than that. She was curious about the man in front, which made her a little more open to helping him.

[buckynomore]

That was true, he didn’t know where he was going. His purpose had been lost when the hellicarriers fell weeks ago. Still, he wasn’t one to admit it. “I’m fine.” He mumbled, a little wary of the woman before him. She could easily be a HYDRA agent is disguise. 

[buckynomore]

It had been weeks since he’d pulled the man from the hellicarrier to safety, and the Winter Soldier was slowly starting to remember things. Bit and pieces came occasionally, clues to who he was, as well as his relationship with that man. He remembered fights in alleyways, and a...

[buckynomore]

He immediately dropped down to help the woman gather her things, keeping his head down. “It was . . .my fault.” His mouth tightened. He knew he looked terrible. He accepted the water bottle and stood up. “I . . .I should go.”

[buckynomore]

It had been weeks since he’d pulled the man from the hellicarrier to safety, and the Winter Soldier was slowly starting to remember things. Bit and pieces came occasionally, clues to who he was, as well as his relationship with that man. He remembered fights in alleyways, and a...

[buckynomore]

When the woman spoke he tentatively looked up at her. His eyes were dull, depressed. He lived with too many horrible memories to look any different. “I’m fine.” He said hoarsely, knowing the woman wouldn’t believe him for a second. 

He realized he was just standing blankly. “I . . .I should go. I’m sorry.” He mumbled. He turned to leave but suddenly his stomach growled loudly again. He was starving. He scavenged for what he could but it was never enough. He paced his flesh hand over it and took a step back. 

[buckynomore]

Open (reply in long form please!)

It had been weeks since he’d pulled the man from the hellicarrier to safety, and the Winter Soldier was slowly starting to remember things. Bit and pieces came occasionally, clues to who he was, as well as his relationship with that man. He remembered fights in alleyways, and a sparsely furnished apartment. He remembered a small boy with ice blue eyes.

But even with this knowledge, he was too ashamed to face the man he had almost killed. So he hid himself away in the streets of DC, sleeping on park benches and in alleyways, eating whatever he could find in dumpsters. He looked terrible, in his filthy jacket and jeans, a ball cap keeping his scraggly mess of hair together. He looked like he was on the verge of falling apart, and he felt like it too.

He had stopped keeping track of how many days it had been since the hellicarriers. He was wandering the streets, trying to scope out what would be a good place to sleep for the night. His stomach rumbled angrily, and he tried to ignore it. He was so distracted by that, he didn’t notice that he’d walked right into someone. He stumbled back, shaking his head. He kept his head down, shoulders slumping as he made sure the person hadn’t fallen. “I’m . . .I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his voice rough from lack of use.

[buckynomore]

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[buckynomore]

Almost as soon as he took the bag he pulled the burger out and started eating ravenously. It was clearly his best meal in days, if not weeks. A couple bites in, he lifted his head to look at the woman. “Th-thank you.”

[thegirlfallsfromthesky]

“Woah, woah, slow down,” Alex said with a kind smile. “Don’t want you to choke or anything. And you’re welcome. I know it’s not much, but I hope it helps a little bit.” She felt like he could use some company, and it wasn’t too late, so she leant against the wall.

[buckynomore]

He finished the burger in nearly five large bites, eagerly licking the grease from his fingers. This was the kindest thing he could remember someone doing for him. Since his escape from HYDRA, he’s been avoiding people as much as possible. 

[buckynomore]

The soldier cowered at the back of the alley, staring with terrified, wary eyes at the person before him. He’d been searching for food in a dumpster outside a small diner, when he heard someone come out and turn into the alley he was in….

[buckynomore]

He was still wary as the woman stepped toward him again, but the offer of dinner made him hesitate. He wondered how long it had been since someone had showed him a shred of kindness. It had to have been before HYDRA, the time he no longer remembered. This woman didn’t seem to want to hurt him, and he knew he needed to eat.

Slowly, he nodded and stood up slowly, staring at the woman, unsure of what to do next. 

[roleplayingforlife]

Natalie smiled brightly when he stood up, thankful that he wasn’t running away or continuing to cower in fear. “I’m sorry if I scared you back there, I wasn’t expecting to see anyone.” She spoke softly as she started to walk in the direction of her car, she reached into her purse again feeling around for her keys.

“What’s your name? Aha! Found them!” She pulled her hand out of the purse her car keys dangling from the index finger of her right hand. She hit the button to unlock her car and the headlights flashed at the same moment it began to thunder. She jumped in surprise and glanced up at the sky before hurriedly getting into the drivers seat.

[buckynomore]

he followed slowly, cautiously as they made their way to the car. He looked at her when she asked him his name. “James . . .it’s James.” He said slowly. It was the only name he knew, besides the other one, the one that didn’t feel right yet. 

[buckynomore]

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[buckynomore]

He cowered back, looking for an opening to bolt, until the promise of food stopped him. His stomach grumbled and his mouth watered. Slowly, almost shyly, he reached out and took the box from the girl’s hand. 

[thegirlfallsfromthesky]

Alex could see how frightened he was (someone frightened of her -  that was a change), and so she made sure that she didn’t make any sudden movements. “I’ve got a couple of bottles of water too,” she said, slowly taking them out of her bag.

[buckynomore]

Almost as soon as he too the bag he pulled the burger out and started eating ravenously. It was clearly his best meal in days, if not weeks. A couple bites in, he lifted his head to look at the woman. “Th-thank you.”