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"... Hi... you look different, less... pissed off."

That made him chuckle. “Is that a good thing?”

"Remains to be seen." Aleksandra said, the last time she'd seen HYDRA's asset she had been eight years old, it was more of just a glimpse of him, silent, stoic, eternally pissed off as she had already pointed out.

Aleksandra didn't really know how to react to the man she knew as The Winter Soldier being... human.

"I don't expect you to remember me, my name's Aleksandra."

He searched her face, trying to find it within his memory. He cocked his head as he reached her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Aleksandra.”

“You do look a little familiar. Your eyes… were you younger the first time we met?”

"Last time I saw you, I was eight. It was just a quick glimpse." Even if he did remember that little girl being led around by armed guards and poked and prodded by scientists, he wouldn't know who she was. How could he? Sure for much of her life, it was rumored that she was the product of the Winter Soldier and a Widow, but nothing had been confirmed. Not really.

"I was on loan from the Red Room."

The Red Room.

It made him involuntarily shudder slightly under his leather jacket. He remembered some of his time there, he was working on recovering more of it, but so much was just.. a blur.

They girls there were so young. It hurt his heart for them. “Did you know Natasha?” He asked, trying to put pieces together. “How long have you been away from there?”

"Not during my time there no, but I do know her." Alek was trying to play it cool figure out exactly how to explain who she was.

"I got out when I was thirteen, when the Red Room fell..." Aleksandra hesitated.

Maybe it was better if she didn't tell him.

But he did deserve to know... fuck it.

"My mom got me out... she didn't let me come with her to Wakanda before the snap, she said she wanted to break the news about my existence to my dad herself. Clearly that didn't happen though."

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The wheels start spinning faster in his mind as she mentions words like mom and Wakanda and my dad and existence. Her mother went to Wakanda before the snap? Was that a coincidence?

“Who’s your mom?” He asked curiously, searching her eyes. “I was in Wakanda before the snap…” he suddenly had a wild suspicion but was it possible? Had she…?

"I think it's long past time we meet, I'm Liberty, I'm your niece."

Liberty. His niece.

His smile is soft and surprised as he takes her in. "Liberty..." He extends his hand, "Where have you been hiding?"

"That's what Dad says, he told me once that I'm her spitting image, though I would argue I'm a mix of both of them, especially when it comes to what Dad calls my 'sass'." She'd already heard every story her dad could tell her about him and her mom, but Bucky knew them both, he must have new stories he could tell her.

"Were you friends with my mom?"

The talk of sass made him laugh. Both her parents had definitely been full of that. “I was. She was definitely full of sass and strength,” he replied, hands in his pockets as they approached the coffee shop. “She was beautiful. And so dedicated to her work. Did you get to meet her? Before…?”

"Mama was already sick when I met her, but she had good days for a while, so we got to spend time together." Liberty was still struggling with being so far away from her mother, but that didn't need to be Bucky's problem.

"I miss her."

He could only imagine how hard that must have been for her. Being born in another time, apart from her family. At least she had Steve.

They had that in common.

“I bet you do. I miss mine too,” he emphasized. “I went off to war and as far as she knew I died or worse. I never got to say goodbye,” he replied wistfully. “Your mom was a great woman. As good as they come. That’s why your dad loved her so much. Loves,” he amended, patting her back.

"You don't have to tell me how great my mom is, Buck, I know. She made me didn't she?" It was a joke but Liberty was getting kinda sad thinking about her mom, and today wasn't a sad day.

"Let's get our drinks and then you can tell me the cool mom stories Dad won't tell me."

#americasdaughter #𝐯: 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 (arc ii)#bucky barnes rp #fi rp #on mobile

That made Bucky laugh as he held the door for her. “That I can definitely do,” he said.

She was so much of both of them, he could see it in just this small amount of time they’d spent together. She felt like family. And she essentially was. He had family. It made him feel a little more whole.

“And you can fill me in on all the things in your life,” he added. He wanted to get to know her better.

"... Hi... you look different, less... pissed off."

That made him chuckle. “Is that a good thing?”

"Remains to be seen." Aleksandra said, the last time she'd seen HYDRA's asset she had been eight years old, it was more of just a glimpse of him, silent, stoic, eternally pissed off as she had already pointed out.

Aleksandra didn't really know how to react to the man she knew as The Winter Soldier being... human.

"I don't expect you to remember me, my name's Aleksandra."

He searched her face, trying to find it within his memory. He cocked his head as he reached her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Aleksandra.”

“You do look a little familiar. Your eyes… were you younger the first time we met?”

"Last time I saw you, I was eight. It was just a quick glimpse." Even if he did remember that little girl being led around by armed guards and poked and prodded by scientists, he wouldn't know who she was. How could he? Sure for much of her life, it was rumored that she was the product of the Winter Soldier and a Widow, but nothing had been confirmed. Not really.

"I was on loan from the Red Room."

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The Red Room.

It made him involuntarily shudder slightly under his leather jacket. He remembered some of his time there, he was working on recovering more of it, but so much was just.. a blur.

They girls there were so young. It hurt his heart for them. “Did you know Natasha?” He asked, trying to put pieces together. “How long have you been away from there?”

"I think it's long past time we meet, I'm Liberty, I'm your niece."

Liberty. His niece.

His smile is soft and surprised as he takes her in. "Liberty..." He extends his hand, "Where have you been hiding?"

"That's what Dad says, he told me once that I'm her spitting image, though I would argue I'm a mix of both of them, especially when it comes to what Dad calls my 'sass'." She'd already heard every story her dad could tell her about him and her mom, but Bucky knew them both, he must have new stories he could tell her.

"Were you friends with my mom?"

The talk of sass made him laugh. Both her parents had definitely been full of that. “I was. She was definitely full of sass and strength,” he replied, hands in his pockets as they approached the coffee shop. “She was beautiful. And so dedicated to her work. Did you get to meet her? Before…?”

"Mama was already sick when I met her, but she had good days for a while, so we got to spend time together." Liberty was still struggling with being so far away from her mother, but that didn't need to be Bucky's problem.

"I miss her."

#americasdaughter #𝐯: 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 (arc ii)#bucky barnes rp #fi rp #on mobile

He could only imagine how hard that must have been for her. Being born in another time, apart from her family. At least she had Steve.

They had that in common.

“I bet you do. I miss mine too,” he emphasized. “I went off to war and as far as she knew I died or worse. I never got to say goodbye,” he replied wistfully. “Your mom was a great woman. As good as they come. That’s why your dad loved her so much. Loves,” he amended, patting her back.

@buckyrighthandedbarnes gets a starter we kinda plotted out

Since Steve had come home life had gotten rather quiet and idyllic, or as quiet and idyllic as the life of an SSR agent could be. Steve had stepped out to run a couple errands leaving Peggy at home by herself, so Peggy wasn't expecting anyone to knock on their front door.

And yet as she put the kettle on to boil that was exactly what was happening.

Moving to answer the door, Peggy opened the door and froze, her brain trying to process what she was seeing.

"... Barnes?"

"I'm going to kill him." Peggy was furious but not at Bucky. Right now, she was seeing red and plotting the demise of Zola.

She could understand now why Steve had told her nothing about Bucky.

He knew Peggy would be furious with the fate of Bucky.

"Do you know where this version of you is right now?"

Bucky could feel her anger, could see it written across her features. A wave of unsureness passed over him. He was messing with this timeline… unintentionally but he was.

“I believe I’m frozen. And have my metal arm. The first one…” he stared at the current one he wore. “They’ve probably already wiped my memory and programmed me, or at least they’re working on the programming I’m sure.”

"We'll find you, we'll get you out, we'll..." Peggy couldn't even think straight, she was so upset.

"I'm guessing Steve knows what happened to you?" Peggy asked trying to collect herself again.

If Zola were here right now, he'd be a dead man.

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Bucky nodded, “he does. I was sent to kill him but I remembered him,” he told her. Their bond, their friendship, was that strong.

“The thing is, I don’t know how you’d do it. And what it would mean for this.. timeline.” Maybe Steve would know? He was the one who came back here first.

@buckyrighthandedbarnes liked for a birthday starter from the birthday girl

"Well, as far as birthdays go, this isn't tickets to a show in the East End. But this wasn't half bad."

Bucky looked around the party, grinning. So many of her friends and coworkers had come out to celebrate her. “Well, if we’d gone to a show all these fine folks wouldn’t have been able to join us,” he gestured. “And I know you like to dance…”

Peggy smirked a little, the party was nice and Steve had invited nearly everyone he could think of. She normally didn't like having a fuss made of her, but this was incredibly sweet of Steve so she'd allow it.

"Good memory, is this your way of getting on my dance card, Barnes?"

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Bucky gave her a charming grin. “Maybe just this one time,” he winked, playful. She was Steve’s best girl. But that practically made her family, and he was a good dancer. Surely better than Steve, in his humble opinion. “You can tell Steve I finally won you over… for a dance,” he added cheekily.

@buckyrighthandedbarnes gets a starter we kinda plotted out

Since Steve had come home life had gotten rather quiet and idyllic, or as quiet and idyllic as the life of an SSR agent could be. Steve had stepped out to run a couple errands leaving Peggy at home by herself, so Peggy wasn't expecting anyone to knock on their front door.

And yet as she put the kettle on to boil that was exactly what was happening.

Moving to answer the door, Peggy opened the door and froze, her brain trying to process what she was seeing.

"... Barnes?"

"I'm going to kill him." Peggy was furious but not at Bucky. Right now, she was seeing red and plotting the demise of Zola.

She could understand now why Steve had told her nothing about Bucky.

He knew Peggy would be furious with the fate of Bucky.

"Do you know where this version of you is right now?"

#agentnamed #bucky barnes rp #fi rp #on mobile

Bucky could feel her anger, could see it written across her features. A wave of unsureness passed over him. He was messing with this timeline… unintentionally but he was.

“I believe I’m frozen. And have my metal arm. The first one…” he stared at the current one he wore. “They’ve probably already wiped my memory and programmed me, or at least they’re working on the programming I’m sure.”

Starter for @stripesofbrooklyn

"𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍."

The words rang true, even now that he sat at a Brooklyn coffee shop, waiting for Steve. It wasn’t a school yard or a battlefield, unless you counted them finding another new road in their friendship as just that.

Post snap. Post Thanos. Post.. everything. Now life was just life and the world moved on as best it could. And he and Steve could try to do ‘normal’ things together. Like this. Getting coffee on a Saturday morning. When was the last time they got coffee together? 1944?

As he stared up at the Brooklyn skyline, Bucky mused about how much had changed and hoped maybe Steve still took his coffee black.

honorarystripes

Not without you.

I'm with you til the end of the line.

The words always were in the back of his mind. His best friend would do anything for him and now as he showed up to the coffee shop, he thought of how he could make Bucky's life better.

"You waiting for me long?" He questioned, sitting in his seat and turning his attention to the other.

"Hope you ordered me a black coffee..."

His words brightened Bucky’s worries. He sat up a little straighter and nodded. “Sure did,” he replied with a grin. “At least some things never change.”

He brought his own cup to his lips. “I’m glad we could do this.” He’d been hoping to catch up with his best friend.

honorarystripes

"You know I'm glad we can too. I happen to have wanted to catch up with you. I've missed you..."he said looking to the other and smiling. "You make me happy, you know that."

#stripesofbrooklyn #**best friends since childhood**#bucky barnes rp #fi rp #on mobile

Bucky grinned and looked down momentarily. He felt his face flush. “You make me happy too, Steve. And it’s really been too long since we’ve done this. Tell me about life, what’s going on with you?”

Life. It was complicated for him, but he was trying for simpler.

"... Hi... you look different, less... pissed off."

That made him chuckle. “Is that a good thing?”

"Remains to be seen." Aleksandra said, the last time she'd seen HYDRA's asset she had been eight years old, it was more of just a glimpse of him, silent, stoic, eternally pissed off as she had already pointed out.

Aleksandra didn't really know how to react to the man she knew as The Winter Soldier being... human.

"I don't expect you to remember me, my name's Aleksandra."

#widowschild #⧗ 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 › post endgame #bucky barnes rp #fi rp #on mobile

He searched her face, trying to find it within his memory. He cocked his head as he reached her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Aleksandra.”

“You do look a little familiar. Your eyes… were you younger the first time we met?”

#LOVE THIS #youtube #headcanon #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

Bucky can dance exceptionally well. He knows all the 40s moves and sometimes he even goes down to the VFW when they have events. It feels like home. For the most part.

stuckyfingers

This is my favorite rockabilly/lindyhop video. It's technically from the 50s, but I think dancing was very similar to this even in the 40s even if the music was different. The 40s styles had a little more moves involving footwork and swinging further away from your partner.

Bucky's definitely the type to take the center at times (like the couple in 1:27), making it a point to have great chemistry with his partner and establish that he's obv not gay.

But Lindy Hop with all its acrobatic moves is inherently fun. It just puts a smile on your face because concentrating on all that swinging really does drive every other worry out of your head.

@buckyrighthandedbarnes liked for a birthday starter from the birthday girl

"Well, as far as birthdays go, this isn't tickets to a show in the East End. But this wasn't half bad."

#agentnamed #💋╰‘𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 › agent of the ssr #bucky barnes rp #fi rp #on mobile

Bucky looked around the party, grinning. So many of her friends and coworkers had come out to celebrate her. “Well, if we’d gone to a show all these fine folks wouldn’t have been able to join us,” he gestured. “And I know you like to dance…”

"I think it's long past time we meet, I'm Liberty, I'm your niece."

Liberty. His niece.

His smile is soft and surprised as he takes her in. "Liberty..." He extends his hand, "Where have you been hiding?"

"That's what Dad says, he told me once that I'm her spitting image, though I would argue I'm a mix of both of them, especially when it comes to what Dad calls my 'sass'." She'd already heard every story her dad could tell her about him and her mom, but Bucky knew them both, he must have new stories he could tell her.

"Were you friends with my mom?"