Sgt. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes

“I felt peace, even though I was still scared to death. I thought that, whatever would happen to me - I could still be killed. I didn't know - and in what I'd already been through, God was in control.” Bucky Barnes AU

[captaincxrter]

                        •  THEY NEEDED A HERO, SO A HERO SHE BECAME  •                                                        ABOUT. RULES. MAIN.

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OPEN RP no. 3

- "I don't mind being alone.                 But I don't like to feel lonely."

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OPEN RP no.2

“ What I am trying to say’s              --only ‘ ain’t a poet, 'm a docker.   but ‘ve always loved ya.  ‘mean, ‘ve never loved anyone but ya.”

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OPEN RP no. 1

" Y’know, wha’?   Ya ain’t very hard to figure. Only at times.      Hell, sometimes ‘know exactly what yer goin’ to say                           - most of the time. 

   The other times, the other times yer just a lil’ pain in my arse....”

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" 'ey, doll.  Promise me one thin', 'kay ?  Just one thin' for tha' ol' me...           - if I make through this without puttin' myself in the box,   ya gotta find the finest dress ya got, 'cause 'll take ya out.."

The foggy gaze embraced the slim silhouette of the woman while the words filled the space between James and a white fabric painted in red. The space that was still holding screams, prayers and deaths of MANY.                               Geez, wasn't that bird an Aphrodite among them ?

" Sweet Mary an' Jesus, 

     'can already see those jealous eyes of every pal out 'here,      who would die just to give ya a few swings..."  

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I’m gonna use some quotes from my favorite movies for those starters.. because I’m too lazy, I’m too tipsy and I am too tired...if you don’t like the idea - FIGHT ME !

[lostthebucky]

you had one job steve

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“ I’ve seen a lot of boys go to war, and not all of them have returned. So many have left without a chance for me to say goodby that you’d think it would be impossible to keep track of. I’ve never forgotten the name of a single one of them. Because I can’t.                                                     And I consider that a privilege.”                                                                                      –Steven Rogers (Earth-616)

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" The gal's a real PIECE, ain't she ?   Got her pretty eyes on a HERO an' still can show   her claws... THE DEVIL, not a woman...-"

With a light tone in his voice and amused words which turned into nothing but a man's splatter, James sat down next to the CAPTAIN AMERICA, already feeling tongues of the bonfire on his own skin.

                    And now, when Steve was HERE - fighting like a KNUCKHEAD and                     asking for a quick ride in the can - there was no more room for                     a bellyache here and there, there was no more room to be AFRAID,                     to feel WEARINESS of everything on the shoulders.                             For Rogers was like a LIGHT in the tuner for James' eyes.                             And even , if the soldier wasn't needful to knock some of                             Hitler's teeth out - this path was still under his boots.

They had only a few days. Days of SILENCE, of Steve's commands and Bucky's check-ups

                           And God, wasn't this kid scared now more than he was                            scared out there, lying like a dead man on that table ?

" 'still can't get my head 'round ya, big guy..."

A languid smile which was visible on the soldier's lips so far, slowly faded away, as the next wave of thoughts hit the sniper harder.

" .. wha the hell happened with tha' lil' guy 'knew, huh?          Stevie.. why the hell did ya let 'em do this to ya ?"  

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      ‘ You expecting me to help you with something ? ? ? ‘

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" Ain't expectin' shit from anyone, ANYMORE, pal.      Eh, well, maybe a few bottles of piss an' a pack of fags      would do a good, warm WELCOME."

                          A few, sweet words of NOTHING, a few honey ensures                           that THIS PLACE will be THE LAST - and here they were,                           the Howling Commandos in all its GLORY, surrounded by tanks                           and MORE orders.

" Sergeant James Barnes.     Me and the rest of my unit 're gonna be yer tail for a bit.     Heard ya got a lil' randez vous with TIGER an' lost a few boys...     so 'ere we are - we an’ Captain America.. "

[fightmillk]

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 Let’s blame my mama and pap’ for this… :D

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"Do you even hear yourself? What happened to you?"

@auburnchaos  sent Buck THIS FILE

Before the answer rolled off the soldier’s tongue, the taste of a cheap liquor caressed the male’s palate in a rough way, creating a fire inside his guts, the fire that could easly erase Barnes’ memory just for this night.

                                 He saw a lot of GOOD men in a dead row, with a priest                                  above them and a pure alleviation in their eyes.                              Some of them were just a crummy kids, still wearing diapers,                              still with their mamas’ milk under their nose.

“ Guess the same tha’ happened to the rest of the boys…     Japs, Krauts, a damn rendez vous with Hitler,     sendin’ our own dogs to the front just to take ‘em back in a can.     Y'know, an ol’ story written by the new hand… - good, ol’ song...”

Buchanan was tired… SCARED… but not of the WAR, but HIMSELF. Scared of his own mind which was not his ANYMORE. But the male HAD TO act like a PERSON, like a living HERO as the REAL home, HIS home was HERE - in the form of a different flesh but still with a wacky head and BIG heart.

“ Yer gonna hear some devil’ words 'ere and 'here..     Maybe a dame like ya, with soft ears, shouldn’t be surrounded      by the pigs like us, then, huh ?”

Another portion of PISS filled the sniper’s mouth.

“ ’saw a lot of DEATH these days…                  ain’t gonna cry after every kid… ain’t got enough tears…   Better FORGET 'em.. trust me...”

[nataliedomrer]

You mean… both of them? Sure.

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The blond startled, promptly dropped the old rag he used to clean up the mess and blood he caused. Though Steve knew straightaway that it was Bucky who stood at the door, it didn’t really make him felt less anxious. He lost the count on how many times he tried to sneak into the apartment unnoticed, but eventually the brunet always seemed to know what actually happened. Steve should just give it up anyway, although he was also just that stubborn since long.

He gave a heavy sigh, taking the rag to be washed into the water bowl once again. Steve should really change the murky water into a new one, if he intended to clean up the dried blood on his knuckles and face.

“M’fine. It’s not as bad as it looks.” Lies, though. He didn’t have a broken bone or two this time, which probably quite an achievement he got, but he did have some cuts and nasty bruises. Steve knew that Bucky wouldn’t take those kind of shits, he knew that the blond wasn’t fine. “It wasn’t a fair deal. It was one dame surrounded by three, of course I had to step in.”

Another sigh slipped from his mouth, winced slightly because of the cut on his lips.

“I know you won’t. But I can take care of it by myself, Buck. I had them—you don’t have to worry about me every time.”

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" Yeah, ya had them on the ropes...  as always,,,tha's why yer kisser looks like  world war I..."

The docker's eyes followed every movement made by the other, just to - at the end - catch himself with an infamous nostalgia which only appeared when the view of bruises and cuts on Steve's flesh covered his own gaze.

                          Sooner or later this baldhead will sail off in the tin                            just because the kid didn't know how to RUN.                  This wasn't a damn field where being called a "HERO" meant more than                  ANYTHING... 

Breaking the gap between them two, James took a better look of the blond's BATTLEFIELD visible on the boy's face and hands, before a weariness twisted the muscles of Barnes' own scaffolder and the taller's fingers had been wrapped around Rogers' wrist.

" 'ain't yer ma', ya crummy EGG,   so stop smearin' me with this sweet-talks, 'kay ?"

With a disappointment as a companion and a heavy sigh on the docker's lips, Buchanan looked at the bowl in a meaningful way.

" 'course, 'cause the streets ain't full of militia.          C'mon Steve, with this, ya'll quicker end up in a fuckin' pit, y'know ?" 

It was hard, it was too difficult to not let the anger and above all WORRY tae the lead of his words. Bucky knew it was just Steve's way to show the world the worth of his PERSONA, show the world that he is not just some dumb kid with a few pockets full of cons and God, Barnes saw that.. saw THE REAL MAN there, saw THE BETTER HALF of the world in this kid's eyes.

" Bring the salt.. we shoulda change ya back into a swell guy,    before the next doll'll be in need of ya, soldier..."

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"Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Don't you fall asleep yet."

@saviorbuilt  sent Buck THIS FILE

 " ’ey, baby-doll, now….. who do ya think ‘ma, huh ?     'spent too much time….. with those mugs of knuckleheades     to miss the chance to finally ….having someone to have my eyes on…'ight ?“

Although the lightness of the soldier’s smirk casted a shadow over his facial features and the words had been covered with a huff of the noiseless laughter, somwhere - deep down - James subconsciously knew that either he was still with those Krauts while live-dreaming of the sweetheart the docker left out there, alone - or he just bid the dust and the pal from above gave the soldier a few imagines of BEAUTINESS before the final end.

                            But for sure, both scenarios were tempting enough to                             make James close his eyes.The past of his wound was nothing but a foggy memory. 

                          And now who will take care of that Steve’s silly, wacky back ?                          The kid will get himself a nice check out if he won’t stop                          picking those fights…                                And the birdy ?                                Who will show the girl how THE REAL dance feel ?

Wetting the lower lip, Barnes offered a languid smirk, still believing that it was just a swell dream… dream of the FUTURUE.

” Y'know… 'wanted to take you out after this FUN…   some fancy dance….. so yer ol’ 'oulda let me marry ya…   even talked with Dum-Dum 'bout the ring..

        - 'ey, 'ey, 'ey, save Morphine for the boys, 'kay ? -“

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