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son . . . just don’t .

#* & · OOC : it’s bedtime bitch .#i love doing these so much i weep #cap is literally holt ?? thnx #ddtask

* buck

HE’S gone. for sure this time ———– it feels like his living soul’s sinking into a dark abyss with no known escape. there’s open flesh wounds all around his body from putting up a hard fight, yet it doesn’t seem to affect him in any way, shape or form. rather than having the willpower to stand like the winter soldier he’s trained to be though, weakness feigns, so he continues to lay lifelessly onto the cold concrete. suddenly he’s back in 1940, kicking his feet up in his dusty old cot at the one-bedroom apartment he shared with his best friend. he exhales onto a bright red apple before swiping it across his shirt, eyes wandering over to a small steve fixated on his sketchpad, as he always is. ella fitzgerald’s goodnight, my love softly fills the room as bucky attempts to follow the lyrics, keeping the smug smile across his lips in case he earns a glance by the other. the thing’s he’ll do to be back in that same cot again.

IT WAS SO HEAVENLY, HOLDING YOU, CLOSE TO ME… he reels back into reality upon the feeling of a warm touch. instinctively, he uses every last inch of his willpower to forcibly grab the arm on him, until he hears a familiar voice ring in his ears. the panic is no longer there within seconds, his head hitting the ground once more, eyes fluttering to a close in pure defeat. “ yeah, ” is all he manages to say in the midst of everything. still, his non-cybernetic arm fumbles around the ground beneath him, only to find his best friend’s to give a shaky squeeze. “ everything just hurts. ”

FOR SALE ! deck of playing cards — well loved . vintage radio — used , but still in good condition , best with SANTO & JOHNNY . a small collection of records — half scratched to high hell , handle with care . blurry memories of fire escapes — youth spilling onto brooklyn streets below in breathy laughter , cheeks ruddy and arms slung around shoulders , good to think about on the bad days . the lingering scent of cologne and dogeared books — think about it when you’re falling asleep , how it no longer stains your pillow . voice like clumsy honey entangled with that famous croon , marked by static and a smug grin — a good soundtrack for sketch practice . the only place you’ve ever felt safe — asleep , a nearby concert floating through the open window , held together by arms that haven’t wrapped around you in decades .

watches rapid breathing slow , grip on his arm loosening and lids fluttering closed . watch THE SENTINEL OF LIBERTY melt right there in the middle of the street ! watch him smile at the familiarity of the voice , though the words make his chest twist something awful . watch his pulse beat just a second off when the soldier takes his hand , gripping it back just a bit tighter . can’t help the grin that spreads across his lips . ❛ sometimes , i think you like getting punched . ❜

#* & · DIALOGUE : language !#* & · INTERACTION : bucky barnes .#wow .....#icb im like this

@wntcrs * closed

STARS SHINING BRIGHT ABOVE YOU , NIGHT BREEZES SEEM TO WHISPER I LOVE YOU — head buzzes , ears ring . can swear he hears that song buck used to play . the world around him is chaos and there is NOTHING HE CAN DO . every face he sees is unfamiliar , every word he speaks feels foreign on his lips . he shuffles citizens into safe places , tells them to stay low , keep the doors locked , don’t make too much noise , but he remains distracted . all he can hear is soft movement , the creaking floorboard bucky always forgot about and footsteps in their old apartment . soft , familiar voice along with the crackling radio . his pencil across a page , bucky’s laugh when he was trying to convince the landlord to give them an extra month . nostalgia in spades .

BIRDS SINGING IN THE SYCAMORE TREE , DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME — breaks from his trance when he hears a soft groan , rubble shifting , the distinct gentle russian he’s grown so accustomed to . BUCKY . he follows the noise to a figure lying all too close to a pile of debris , metal glinting in the sunlight . he crouches next to the soldier , removes his mask hastily , presses two fingers to bucky’s pulse before moving his hand to rest on one of his friend’s cheeks . ❛ hey , buck . you with me , pal ? ❜

#* & · DIALOGUE : language !#* & · INTERACTION : bucky barnes .#lsn .... .. . this is shit #but that's fine

* tony ravioli

“ — so you’re telling me you have no idea who i am?” tony balked, staring down the young boy he had just reunited with his mother. this was a first, definitely. iron man was a household name, in yet this little boy looked at him as if he was just some strange man in a halloween costume. “iron man. you know, billionaire, genius… avenger. saved the world more than a few times. really, kid?” oh, this was going to do some MAJOR damage to tony’s ego.

sarcastic smile across worn features — a strange look on the captain reserved almost entirely for tony stark . ❛ i thought it was genius billionaire playboy philanthropist . ❜ grins at the young boy warmly , crouches down to his level , sends him running towards someplace safe . ❛ you know , stark , humility’s a virtue . mark of a good soldier . ❜

#* & · DIALOGUE : language !#* & · INTERACTION : tony stark .

* koriand’r

koriand’r could hear the screams of people, could see them running back to shelter from — something. head tilted to the side, and fiery brows furrowed and rose, she looked at the creatures. “ what –” she began, taking a few out with a blast, “ are they ? —– is it safe to assume they are not on our side ? ”

steve is vastly unsure what to make of the woman beside him , but he figures now is not the time to ask . squints into the distance , tries to make sense of the figures . ❛ i’ve seen quite a few things in my day , but i’ve got no idea what i’m looking at . and judging by the looks of these things , i’m gonna go ahead and assume they’re not our friends . captain america , ❜ he introduces himself .

#* & · DIALOGUE : language !#* & · INTERACTION : koriand'r .#' back in my dAy '