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Semi-selective Bucky Barnes, written by @drowningbydegrees Please read rules before interacting. Mun...
//I’m doing a hard reset on this character and archiving this iteration of the blog. Feel free to follow me over at @fracturesandfaultlines and prod at me for a starter!
the kindness of strangers.
something to toy around with for those sweet, sweet first interactions ! neat and awkward ice breakers all around!
public transport
“ Is it okay if i — sit here? ”
“ Excuse me? Could you scoot over?
“ Hey — do you need to sit? You can have my seat”
“ You shouldn’t be forced to stand, I’ll move over for you ”
“ Are you traveling far ?”
“ Where are you heading? ”
“ I love the sound of trains, don’t you? ”
“ Oh, sorry…. My name is _____ ”
“ I have only see the sea from a window… ”
“ I’m fetching a snack, would you like me to bring you anything? ”
“ That baby is really annoying, isn’t it? ”
“ I’ve been here for… two – three hours? A few more to go. ”
“ Nothing beats the bus, trust me. ”
“ Did we — pass — Oh fuck. ”
“ Hey? We are at a stop now — are you getting off? ”
“ Hah… yeah you — fell asleep. ”
coffee house
“ I think we — switched orders ”
“ I’ll pay for you — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too. ”
“ I’ve had coffee here… would you recommend something? ”
“ Do you need help with your tray? ”
“ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”
“ Is your name always spelt like KittyKittyNya or is Starbucks out to get you?”
grocery store
“ Let me help you with that —”
“ Could you help me for a second? ”
“ Sorry, did you want this? ”
“ Pardon, could you show me where the ____ is? ”
“ Quite tragic isn’t it? I mean — The news… ”
“ Do you ever wonder if out vegetables truly are organic? ”
“ Is it just me or have the prices gone up lately? ”
“ Sorry but… you wouldn’t happen to know how to cook ____ ?”
“ No way… you like those too? ”
“ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”
“ You took my cart my accident! ”
“ Wait — this isn’t my cart is it —- Oh my god, I am so sorry!”
the gym
“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”
“Would you like some help with that?”
“Hey, my partner is out — could you be my support?”
“How long have you been working out?”
“Want to work out together? I could use some company.”
“You are doing it wrong — let me show you.”
“Shit — are you okay? That looked painful!”
“Wow, this is… really awkward, but could I borrow some soap?”
“Is this your bag? I found it last week?”
“Did I just — ? Oh shit, I thought it was my water bottle; sorry!”
stood up date
“Hey… are you okay?”
“What? They stood you up?”
“I can’t let you sit on your own; let me wait with you?”
“Wanna ditch this place and take a walk with me?”
“Would you like me to call you a cab? or call… someone?”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to — pity me.”
“Hey… are you — crying? What happened?”
“It’s fine, I’m… waiting for someone.”
“I’m still waiting — they are just… a little late!”
//Alright, I’ve officially missed this guy, so I’m going to make another go of it. I’ll be hard resetting his timeline from the beginning, so feel free to prod at me if you’d like to write something <3
im in looooove with her omg
@thetruththatshouldbe
seriously though
bucky says you can’t die if you’re wearing the wrong dog tags (“it’s just not allowed”), and it’s part-joke, part-superstition, part-something else he can’t name
they start trading dog tags before missions as a silent promise to each other that they’ll both make it back in one piece, and eventually, they just stop trading back. something about carrying bucky’s name against his skin makes steve feel safer, braver
when bucky falls he takes steve’s name with him into the abyss instead of his own
steve still has bucky’s name around his neck when they pull him out of the ice
#(see? bucky says—years later; after the ice. after the torture. after the ruin and the war.) #(what did i tell you kid. my name around your neck—i’m not gonna let you die.) #(yeah? steve asks. his palm pressed over the place where bucky’s heart is beating.) #(and what about my name around yours?) #(bucky considers. touches the metal; metal fingertips.) #(your name? he says. slowly.) #(your name will bring me back from the dead.) (from srgebarnes)
fracturesandfaultlines:
Bucky nodded in agreement. “I don’t remember much, but I suspect I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
It wasn’t a thought he dwelled on. Natasha was smiling while she spoke, and it was really rather pleasant. Something about it tugged at him, though he couldn’t place why.
Red hair between his fingers and red wine in those terrible paper hotel cups, but that couldn’t be right at all. It felt very much like the mosaic bits of memory that had been coming back to him the last few weeks, but clearly his constant proximity to Natasha was somehow coloring things. That didn’t mesh with anything he knew about the two of them. Confusion knit his brows as he regarded her, a frown tugging at his lips.
Eventually, he realized he was staring. He shook it off, forcing his gaze to shift to the water and the minnows instead. “I think you’d be hard pressed to find someone who doesn’t like those things.”
Barnes was frowning, like he was thinking about something, but it didn’t sound like what she’d said had disturbed him, so that was good.
She motioned to a narrow path through the brush along the shore that could as easily been made by a deer as by people. “Let’s walk a little farther before we go to town.”
This felt like a respite of sorts, and she wasn’t willing to let it go quite yet.
Stepping out of the water, Natasha picked up her shoes and socks, preferring to carry them than put them back on at the moment. She quite liked the feel of the sandy soil beneath her feet.
Barnes was frowning, like he was thinking about something, but it didn’t sound like what she’d said had disturbed him, so that was good.
She motioned to a narrow path through the brush along the shore that could as easily been made by a deer as by people. “Let’s walk a little farther before we go to town.”
This felt like a respite of sorts, and she wasn’t willing to let it go quite yet.
Stepping out of the water, Natasha picked up her shoes and socks, preferring to carry them than put them back on at the moment. She quite liked the feel of the sandy soil beneath her feet.
Walking sounded like a good idea. This was practically a vacation in comparison to what they’d been doing. If he was being honest, he could do with more days like this, not that he expected too many of them.
“Well, it’s not like we’re exactly on a schedule,” he conceded, deftly picking up his own socks and boots. It was nice really, pretending for a little while that they wanted to be here, and that they weren’t on the run.
He fell into step quite easily beside her, and if he was a bit quiet, it wasn’t unfriendly by any means. Some of his perpetual wariness faded as they walked, his attention more tuned into the soft rustle of leaves and twigs as they walked, and the slight give of silt under his feet.
“This seems like a hard place to want to leave,” he admitted in a very rare indication that he might be thinking at least a little beyond the vague, nebulous mission he’d set out on.
“The same thing I am when I’m pretending. A killer. An assassin. A spy who regrets many of the things she’s done, but not all. A woman who’s trying to balance the scales to accomplish at least as many good things as terrible.”
She looked at Bucky. “A few people see some or all of those things, but more see pieces, or what they want to.”
Natasha gave him a wry smile. “I also like good food, good wine, and movies.”
She didn’t really know why she answered that as honestly as she had. That wasn’t her norm. Maybe it was because he was trying, and it felt like she should too–or maybe it was because he might actually understand in a way that no one else really could.
Bucky nodded in agreement. “I don’t remember much, but I suspect I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
It wasn’t a thought he dwelled on. Natasha was smiling while she spoke, and it was really rather pleasant. Something about it tugged at him, though he couldn’t place why.
Red hair between his fingers and red wine in those terrible paper hotel cups, but that couldn’t be right at all. It felt very much like the mosaic bits of memory that had been coming back to him the last few weeks, but clearly his constant proximity to Natasha was somehow coloring things. That didn’t mesh with anything he knew about the two of them. Confusion knit his brows as he regarded her, a frown tugging at his lips.
Eventually, he realized he was staring. He shook it off, forcing his gaze to shift to the water and the minnows instead. “I think you’d be hard pressed to find someone who doesn’t like those things.”
I love battle couples ok.
Fighting side by side. Trusting each other completely. Trying to protect each other. Casual banter in the middle of a fight. Their teamwork. Sparring each other to keep their skills sharp. Getting uncontrollably angry if the other gets hurt. Kissing each other when they’re victorious.
I seriously have a thing for battle couples.
JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES BY CAROLINA LTA
Natasha was silent for a moment, considering her response as she watched a frog show it’s head, snap up a bug, then disappear. Then she said, “I think you already have. The man you were before would never have considered wading in a lake or going for a walk for no particular reason.
“You may not be Sergeant Barnes anymore, but you’re not Hydra’s Winter Soldier, either. You’re Bucky Barnes, and now you have the freedom to find out who that is.”
A smile crossed her face and she tilted her head. “How did you end up with a name like Bucky, anyway? Do you remember? Steve never said. I think as far as he’s concerned, that’s just a given, like the sky being blue.”
Bucky wasn’t sure he believed her that he’d gotten anything of himself back, but she was right about one thing. The Winter Soldier wouldn’t have been doing this. He’d always been laser focused on the mission, so far as Bucky could remember.
His face scrunched a bit comically at the question. Bits and pieces of his old life often floated back to him unexpectedly, but reaching for them was like trying to catch the wind in his hands. Shrugging, he answered as best he could. “It’s short for Buchanan. I don’t remember why it stuck.”
He’d said an awful lot about himself. More than he’d really meant to. Some anxious, paranoid part of him was unsettled, not exactly by how much he had given away today, but more by how easily it happened. Once he’d started talking, it seemed almost normal.
“What about you?” Bucky looked at Natasha, his gaze sharp. It was interest rather than suspicion though, and there wasn’t anything remotely demanding in his tone. Mostly, it seemed to be an invitation. “Who’re you when you don’t have to pretend?”
Natasha pulled off her shoes and socks, rolling up her pants as he had done, and joining him in the shallows. The minnows seemed to find her toes interesting.
“I’ve never done this before. I’ve swum. It was necessary to know how for missions, but I’ve never just…got my feet wet for the pleasure of it as a child, and as an adult…I’m usually on a mission, or pretending to be someone I’m not.”
She was silent for a moment, looking at her feet in the water and the tiny fish moving in darting schools. “When you were a child…I suppose you did many things just for fun, you and Steve.”
There hadn’t been minnows in the ocean, and the slick nudge of them against his toes was a stark contrast from what he remembered. All the same, he was enjoying himself. Until that morning, he hadn’t really thought past survival, but here he was, simply living, if only for a moment.
“We didn’t have much money, either of us. Life was simpler then, though. We just found fun where we could.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t remember much, but I remember this.”
For a little while, he was quiet. Bucky watched their surroundings, oscillating between suspicion and calm as he took it all in. It was such a departure from his experience since escaping Hydra, Bucky really couldn’t help but allow himself to enjoy it a little. “I guess I thought maybe if I tried doing the things I remember doing before, I’d maybe get back some of whoever I was.”
“Steve talks about Coney Island, but I haven’t been. I know that the roller coaster is the largest wooden roller coaster still in use. It has a boardwalk, right? And games of chance?”
She chuckled softly. “They were probably still rigged back then. I bet you two lost a lot of money.”
Natasha looked at Bucky. “What was Steve like when he was young? I’m guessing exactly as stubborn.”
She moved forward to the edge of the water, catching movement in the shallows. “Look, minnows–and there’s a tadpole. That’s going to be a very large frog.”
“I mostly just remember the roller coaster and hot dogs... and the beach,” Bucky admitted, though he didn’t sound terribly melancholy about that. Things came back to him in fragments, and that he recalled anything about his old life at all was an improvement. This would come back in time, he hoped.
Mention of his friend made Bucky smile just a little. The emotional tether had returned to some extent, even if he couldn’t quite recall the details. “He was definitely stubborn, and just as liable to get himself into a fight. You’d think he didn’t even know how much smaller he was back then.”
Bucky followed her, glancing around one last time to make sure no one had followed them. The area was empty though, and the weather was lovely. Deciding that being barefoot probably wasn’t putting him at any real risk if Hydra showed up, he toed off his boots and yanked off his socks. It seemed a bit pointless now, but he remembered enjoying it once, and maybe he hoped it would help him recover the person he’d once been. Pausing long enough to roll up his jeans a little, he stepped into the shallows, humming at the semi solid ground under his feet, and the water brushing at his ankles.
This was a lot more like stalking a target than a walk, but Natasha was fine with it. She was fine with the silence, too. It wasn’t stiff or uneasy, although she saw alertness to danger in his movements that he demonstrated at virtually all times.
To be honest, the habit of many whom she knew to fill every silence with chatter was foreign to her. The absence of that need in Steve was one of the reasons that she found his company relaxing,
From the videos she’d seen of Bucky Barnes before the war, that hadn’t been his way, though. He’s had a glib tongue and a knowing smile. She’s seen no signs of that in Barnes until today–flashes of Bucky in the Winter Soldier.
She didn’t expect that to be constant or consistent, though, any more that she’s been constantly or consistently glad to be forcibly part of SHIELD at first. That took time, and now she was back to questioning her choices.
Considering that they were mere months away from a time when Barnes had been purely Winter Soldier, a disciplined and single-minded force of destruction, with no memory of his prior life, he was doing very well, indeed.
Their roundabout path meant that it took them awhile to reach the shore, and when they did, it was at an little disturbed and private stretch of shore, something she thought was no accident.
It was very peaceful, and Natasha took a deep breath, savoring the scent of sunlight warming the leaves of the trees and the pungent tang of the shallow water filled with tall bull rushes in front of them. Black birds flitted among the rushes, calling out to each other, and frogs croaked, hidden, but loud.
“I spend most of my time in the city these days. This is very pleasant.”
The further they got from the main camp ground, the easier it was to relax. Well, as much as Bucky ever really relaxed. His shoulders were less tense at least, and though he never stopped watching their surroundings, there was enjoyment in bird calls and the rustle of leaves, unsullied by other people talking.
As unsettled as he’d felt not having a plan, there was something terribly appealing about this. For just a second, he wondered if it might not be less miserable to resign themselves to this, flitting from one place to the next and forgetting the clash of nations and secret organizations.
He closed his eyes at the edge of the water, enjoying the sound of it washing over silt and rocks. Natasha’s voice was pleasant too, part of a cadence he thought he could almost get used to if given the chance.
“There was a beach at Coney Island,” he replied softly. “Steve an’ I used to roll up our pant legs and go walking where the water washed over the sand sometimes. It was too cold for anything else.”
Natasha briefly considered the idea that he might simply be being polite, but quickly rejected the idea. It was only in the last 24 hours that he’d shown any inclination to speak to her at all, although visible suspicion had seemed to taper off day by day. He felt no compunction to observe social ‘expectations’, of which she had few, anyway.
That being the case, she simply said, “I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs” and moved outside to the small porch, waiting for him to set the pace and direction. While it was still quiet at this time of day, there were a few people moving about, or fishing off the dock, and she wanted to make sure that whatever path they took was one Barnes felt comfortable with.
The campground was both better and worse than the places they’d been traveling. There were fewer people than they saw traveling from city to city, but that wasn’t necessarily safer. People in cities were always on their way somewhere. No one had the time or inclination to look too closely at anyone who wasn’t overtly suspicious. Out here though, there was only so much to do, and Bucky suspected one of those things was people watching.
The trees offered some measure of sanctuary though, so Bucky headed for those, as far from the tents and trailers as he could get. He didn’t care a great deal for the well worn paths, figuring that’s what most of the camp goers would use. Instead, he picked his way through the underbrush, only giving Natasha the most cursory of looks to see if she’d followed. It felt like he should be saying something, but with his head mostly empty and no clear goal, he didn’t really know what.
“Not specifically, but there’s a town a few miles from here. Given how many campgrounds there are around, I expect that we’ll be able to get most of what we need.”
Looking at her watch, she said, “The stores won’t open for another hour, and the showers are probably pretty busy with people getting up and starting their day.” Natasha looked at Bucky. “Would you like to go for a walk to the lake? Or maybe you’d like some time alone? I could try to get more information on the town if you’d like some time to yourself.”
Bucky nodded tersely. He wasn’t as closed off as he’d been in the beginning, but he still felt like he only existed in bits and pieces, and social interaction was taxing.
It was somewhat of a tossup as to whether time alone would be helpful or not. He’d come to find an abstract sort of comfort having Natasha around, despite how disconcerting that had been in the beginning. Of course, the fact that he’d gotten so used to her company was unsettling in other ways. It occurred to him somewhere along the way of trying to figure out what he wanted that maybe that was a polite way of suggesting she wanted some time alone.
“The lake sounds like a nice break,” he ventured, pausing a second before he added, “Come with if you want, but you don’t have to.”
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◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.
’ Why are you all wet? ‘
’ Aloha! ’
’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. '
’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
’ No more caffeine for you. ’
’ Did you lose your job because of me? '
’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
’ You are such a pain. ’
’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
’ I’m lost. ’
’ Don’t interact with her. ’
’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
’ Why do you act so weird? ’
’ You look familiar. ’
’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
’ I hear you cry at night. ’
’ Do you dream about them? ’
’ You came back. ’
’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. '
’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
’ Are you.. happy? ’
’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
’ I read her diary. ’
’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
’ Stupid head. ’
’ Did you catch fire again? ’
’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’
’ My friends need to be punished. ’
’ Heard you lost your job. ’
’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. '
‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
’ He’s very persuasive. '
’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
’ This is low even for you! ’
’ You are all mine. ’
’ You know I have no choice. ’
‘ Please don’t do this. ’
’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
’ She needs me. ’
’ Leave me alone to die. ’
’ What is that monstrosity? ’
’ Does this look infected to you? ’
’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
’ It has no place among us. ’
