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dependent james buchanan 'bucky' barnes aka 'the winter soldier' for stonesofinfinity. loved by sam. what doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead. got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper, and i can't take one more moment of this silence. the loneliness is haunting me and the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up.

[gotovatvechat-a]

WONG !

It would have been so easy to open a portal, except for the small problem that he couldn’t open a portal to a place that he couldn’t envision. So… it was back to trying to lift debris and move it aside, except that that ran the risk of shifting other things and making them collapse.

If Stephen had been here, Wong would almost have been tempted to ask him to use the Time Stone to freeze time - but even for something like this, even with this many lives at stake, it was still dangerous to use that much magic.

He paused when someone actually replied. “Hang on,” he said, weaving a spell to pinpoint them – except that before he could do that, the idiot started moving.

“I told you don’t move,” he said in exasperation. However, when he saw the metal hand - he paused, and stared. “Alright. Can I assume that you’re the owner of that hand? You’re not an iron man imitator, are you?” Summoning magic, he carefully started to shift the debris around it. “Tell me if I’m making anything worse.” 

“sorry,” bucky replied sheepishly, stopping his movement now as he was told. the pain sucked. he was fairly certain that something had fallen on his head at some point, and though he was still conscious, his head hurt like hell. almost as much as his arm did, but not quite. it was getting there, though.

“yes -- that’s my hand.” he replied, watching as the rubble shifted around. hearing the iron man imitator comment, he sighed and rolled his eyes. “no,” he huffed. “i’ve had a metal arm since the 40′s. long before he was even born.” he had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes again, just at the very idea of it.

as debris continued to move, he shifted out of the way as something fell. “there’s no way you could do this faster?” he called out, though part of him figured it was a dumb question to ask. “something fell, but i’m fine. the sooner i get the hell out of the rubble, the better. have you found anyone else yet?”

[gotovatvechat-a]

NATALIA ROMANOVA !

natasha regained consciousness to the taste of blood in her mouth and the thick fog of smoke in her lungs. she coughed and spluttered, turning her head to side and squeezing her eyes shut as she began to remember what happened. the explosion had been big. thinking fast enough to throw them both for cover was something only the winter soldier could have been capable of. for a moment, she thought she was imagining his voice as it called out for her – natalia, the familiar way he used to. she could almost believe he remembered her.

“ –– james… ??”

and when natasha romanoff opened her eyes to see the man she’d spent years falling in love with, she remembered exactly what he did.

“идиот!” she hit him with a limp arm – not a real hit. mostly it was just there to emphasize her weak curse. “you shouldn’t have done that.” but she knew that if he hadn’t, she probably would’ve been dead. and he had no idea how much more preferable that was to her than the other way around. she began to lift herself, using her elbows to prop up her upper body. she winced at the sharp pain in her chest and abdomen and resisted the urge to lay right back down. “cracked ribs,” she said, then pressed her lips together. дерьмо. “i’ve had worse.” that, at least, was true. 

nat wrapped her arm around his shoulders, accepting his help in standing. when they were both steady on their feet she turned around, looking at the exploded concrete and rising black smoke that was once the avengers compound. the only sort of home she knew – more of a home than her little apartment in manhattan. thank god liho was there. she’d have to talk to jeremiah about what to do next. “just like that,” she sighed, and shook her head. that’s when she noticed his right arm, sitting in a position it shouldn’t have been, stiff at his side. “james –– your arm –– ” 

natasha let unwrapped her arm from around his shoulders so she could stand in front of him. “that’s not a small break,” she said, putting her hands on his skin gently. she shook her head, eyes flicking up to glance at him briefly and gauge his reaction.  “james, this needs to be set.”

inhaling deeply, he tried to wrap his head around all that was going on. his head was pounding and he felt dizzy, but he tried to not think about that right now. should he ignore it? probably not. was he going to? apparently so. after helping natalia up, she hit him.

he deserved that.

“i’d do it again,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and regretting it seconds after, wincing in pain. “i won’t let you die. i won’t let anyone die, natalia.” he’d done too much killing as it was. it was time for him to try to do good instead -- to try to save lives, rather than end them.

“we’ll be okay.” he offered her a smile, despite everything. truthfully, he didn’t know that this was true, but he had to believe. “we’ve been through worse.” he tried to stay optimistic. that in itself was something he wasn’t used to doing, but he felt it was what they both needed right now. things were dark enough as it was. he didn’t want to make anything worse.

as she mentions his arm, he looks to it, knowing fully well she was right. when she touched his arm, he winced, gasping in pain. “i’ll be okay, natalia.” he sighed. he knew that wasn’t completely true. it needed to be set. “then let’s get that over with and get out of here,”

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STEVE ROGERS !

steve had been exploring around hammer bay - enjoying the mingling and despite the issues that had risen to bring everyone together, he enjoyed the general peace that seemed to spread among mutants, aliens, people, and enhanced alike.

he’d understood what had happened, couldn’t bring himself to blame the three involved; stephen, wong, and wanda - especially wanda. they did what they thought was right and they saved thousands. it was admirable, if not a little confining when he realized the very fact that they couldn’t leave the island nation of genosha.

sighing, steve found himself in nina park, finding it a nice place to be alone and to think. he had gotten himself off a path, realizing that it was probably not the best idea to do so, considering the rumors of dinosaurs around, and moved back to the designated walk-ways. smiling when he spotted someone walking towards him, he lifted his gaze “the parks beautiful today, isn’t it? how’s genosha treating you?” man he sounded like a walking-talking ad for genosha’s travel and reality agency.

bucky mostly kept to himself. of course, that wasn’t anything new, but that was probably why he’d chosen to stay within the confines of his shared apartment with natalia for the first few days on genosha. that, and the fact that there were so many memories swirling around in his head that had been shrouded in darkness. pushed into the very back of his mind, coming to the surface.

he had a lot to think about. a lot to sift through. there were things the winter soldier had done, things he desperately wanted to make up for, but he felt that he couldn’t. no amount of sorry’s could bring back the lives taken. no matter how much guilt he carried on his shoulders. 

lost in thought, he’d barely noticed another person approach him, much less realize it was his best friend until he heard the other spoke. steve never failed to bring a smile to his face. looking over at the other, he shrugged his shoulders, despite the slight twinge of pain he felt from his bad arm. at least it’d be healed soon. hopefully, anyway. “not bad.” he replied with a soft smile. “it’s nice here, yeah.” he glanced down for a moment. “quiet. peaceful. a nice contrast to what i think most of us are used to by this point.”

[gotovatvechat-a]

adjusting to new places was something bucky was all too familiar with. it was hard to not be on edge, especially with the events of the last few weeks considered. upon getting an apartment on genosha, bucky was glad to not be alone as he and natalia decided to share. the two of them, and the four cats they had between the both of them. he chuckled at the thought of it -- unsure when he’d become a cat person, but he enjoyed their company.

making his way out of his bedroom with alpine perched on his good shoulder, bucky flashes natalia a smile as he spots her in the kitchen, making a beeline for the coffee pot. he pours himself a cup and sips at it, leaning against the counter and facing her.

there’s still the lingering nightmares. vague memories stirring in his head that he can barely remember anymore, barely grasp, but there’s one thing he can’t get out of his mind no matter how hard he tries to not think about the time spent reliving his nightmares. it’s of natalia -- of a time he can’t put his finger on. all he has is the image of her from a time he can’t properly recall and a nickname. “good morning, лисичка.” 

@krasniledger

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JESSICA DREW !

nightmares are a thing jessica drew knows intimately. she’s had them thrust upon her far too many times: a child losing her parents, being subject to experiments, being tortured, brainwashed, weaponized; learning to love and care again only to realize that all along, she was poison in their midst, a sleeper agent only seconds away from activation at any given moment.

suffice it to say that there was a reason whisky became her best friend at the tender age of eighteen.

but returning to those nightmares, sober, now… well, the wounds only cut deeper the third time around. her fear only heightens. her self-hatred only grows. the moment she wakes from the dreams, all she can think is that god, she needs a drink. her eyes open against her will, and her jaw is clenched in a mixture of pain and terror. she feels weak - not only in her mind, but her body, too. it’s been a long time since she has felt that way. jessica squints around at an alley she doesn’t recognise, fingers trembling. “wha-” she begins, then blinks. “i don’t - what the bloody hell?” her head feels like it might explode - a concussion, she assumes, from a brawl she doesn’t remember. “oh, if i didn’t beat the shit out of the other guys, i’m gonna be well pissed.”

bucky was relieved to be out of the mess of seemingly never-ending nightmares. that might even be an understatement. as if he didn’t have enough nightmares to deal with at night when he closed his eyes. as if those weren’t painful enough. vividly reliving things he’d done that he felt so guilty for only made him feel worse.

he tries to push it all out of his head.

that seemed to be his go to reaction at this point. don’t think about it. ignore it for long enough and maybe it’ll go away. it never did, of course, but it was worth a shot. and while he’s glad, at least somewhat, to be safe in genosha, he wishes he could be in better shape. he isn’t sure if the splitting headache from the concussion he got in the blast a few weeks or so ago or if it’s from something new. his good arm is still in it’s sling. he wished that could’ve just been some bad dream, but of course it didn’t work that way. a bag of plums in his hand, he makes his way down the alley on his way back to his apartment, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees the other woman. his brows knit together as he eyes her curiously. “are you alright?” he asks, raising a brow.

[itsnanotech]

@gotovatvechat

Long, dark, deserted road. It was raining lightly, and cold as fuck – it felt like December.

Wait, it was December. Tony checked his watch and squinted in surprise. It was outdated. Definitely not his latest – wait, it was a regular watch, not his wrist gauntlet. And –

His hand flew to his chest. No reactor. No nanotech. 

His eyes went immediately to his left hand. No ring. 

Creeping sense of doom, check. 

Ok, he had to have a phone. He dug in his pocket and yanked it out – oh holy shit, this was a 1990s monster. And it was currently blinking at him and going ‘No signal’.

“What the hell?”

He looked up, realising that he knew this road. In fact, he knew this street light, this very specific turn, although he was used to looking at it from the perspective of a camera, not at street level. “No,” he whispered, taking a step back, before seeing a car’s headlights illuminate the darkness. 

He knew this intimately. Christmas, 1991. The day his parents had met their accident. His eyes flicked to the deadly turn, then to the concealed location where he now knew that a sniper lay in wait. 

“Stop–” he yelled, flinging himself towards the car. 

[gotovatvechat-a]

the guilt was a burden he had to carry. it weighed heavy on his shoulders. he could only dream that one day he could do enough good to outweigh the bad. it would never make up for it, he knew that. no amount of ‘i’m sorry’s’ would make up for the lives he took. all he could do was his best.

when he wakes up, he feels a strange sense of deja vu. a frown forms on his face and as he looks down at himself and his surroundings he quickly realizes what’s going on. what’s wrong. he knows what night this is.

december. 1991.

when bucky notices the other figure, his eyes widen, and he steps between him and the car, stopping him from throwing himself at the vehicle as it crashes into the tree. “i don’t that’s a good idea.” he said quietly, before his attention moves to the rumble of a motorcycle.

howard stark stumbles out as the winter soldier stops his motorcycle behind the car, checking the trunk for the serum before turning his attention to the inhabitants of the car. ‘help my wife...’ the injured stark says. his collar is grabbed and a metallic hand balls into a fist. 

bucky feels as if he’s being torn in two. “i-i can’t... i can’t stop him...” he watched in horror as a replica of himself from that night carried out the assassination. just like he remembered it. paralyzed in fear. the dark dreams would always linger, and this was one of the darker ones. “this can’t be real...” he wanted to look away. hell, to walk away, even, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the scene.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered.

[gotovatvechat-a]

xknowmyvalue‌:

Peggy’s eyes only catch on the metal arm for a fraction of a second before darting back to the horizon, quickly scanning the perimeter. The scarring around the joint tugs at her chest, but it’s not the kind of reaction she can fully process at the moment. “I’m fine,” she assures, fixing him with a small, grim smile. “Questioning the effectiveness of this team’s emergency protocols, but fine. And you can probably just call me Peggy, now. Based on the events of today, I might actually be unemployed.”

Peggy considers the question, grip tightening minutely on the handle of her gun. For a split second she yearned from the comforting grooves of her old pistol, but the nostalgia is there and gone in seconds. “If you mean here as in back from the dead, then yes. I don’t think he knows I’m in the compound.” The phone she’d been given had been crushed in the explosion, though she supposed, in any case, Steve probably wasn’t the phone-answering type. She felt an irritatingly sentimental twinge of worry and affection. “Have you seen him?”

“i don’t think i can comment on that one -- the emergency protocols.  pretty sure steve wants me to be an avenger, or has made me one, but... i still don’t know that kind of stuff.” truthfully, he wasn’t entirely sure he was ready for that sort of thing. he wanted to be a hero -- to try to do good to make up for all the bad he’d been forced to do -- but it was far from easy. “peggy it is.” he said with a nod of his head. his head was pounding, and he felt a little dizzy. he was surprised he even managed to get a full sentence out.

“welcome back.” he looked up at her and forced out a smile. he was glad she was back, knowing how close she’d been to steve and how kind she’d always been to him. “seen steve? ah... no. not since before the blast. not sure if he was in the building or not.” he says before rubbing his eyes, hoping that might help with the dizziness, but it doesn’t do much. he looks around at the rubble and wonder if steve’s there. he moves to get to his feet and takes a few steps towards the rubble. “if he’s here, we have to find him.”

[gotovatvechat-a]

avenginglost‌:

Steve was remaining as calm as he needed to be. This was a situation that could have always happened, and he felt that he should have been more prepared and less…distracted. Inhaling sharply, he looked over the remains of the building that he’d once called home and grimaced. So many lives lost, all for the name of bigotry and fear. It was beginning to remind him of the time he lived before he went into the ice.

Raking through the rubble, he started to aid the rescue teams with pulling out bodies and those that were still alive but severely injured. Only to stop when he saw someone sitting in the center, someone whose frame looked very familiar to him. “Over here!” He called, turning to look over his shoulder at the busy paramedics before taking off in a sprint towards the figure. Slowing down to a walk at the man’s threat, Steve put his hands up to show he meant no harm.

“Buck, it’s me–“ he whispered, letting out a breath of relief when Bucky said his name. Moving closer to him, Steve dropped his arms and knelt down beside his best friend, offering his support to help him up and out of the damaged mess. “Are you alright? What happened? Did you get hurt, have you seen anyone else?“ He stopped himself from asking another round of questions and decided instead to just pull his best friend into his arms and hug him tightly. “God, Buck, I was so worried, I didn’t think–“ he inhaled sharply and sat back, discovering that he seemed dazed. “What’s wrong?“

bucky was relieved to see and hear steve. a familiar face that he trusted. after holstering the gun he’d originally pulled out in fear that danger was still around, he returned steve’s hug tightly, sighing as he tried to rack his brain to remember what had happened. he clung to steve, practically for dear life. “i-i... i was with natalia.” he began, pulling apart from the hug but keeping one arm around his friend’s shoulders for support. 

“i heard the blast before it hit us... and before it did, i jumped in front of her.” the memories, they were there, but they were hard to reach. it was hard to think straight with how badly his head hurt. “when i... when i woke up, we were under the rubble. maybe something hit my head, i’m not sure. something definitely fell on my arm, that’s, ah, not so good.”

he frowned as he looked to his right arm, which he’d put in a sling made from his shirt before steve had found him. “pretty sure it’s broken.” he sighed, but forced out a laugh and a smile to his friend. “i’ll be okay. nat... nat’s around here somewhere.” he added, glancing around at their surroundings. “was it them, steve? friends of humanity?” his smile quickly fades and is replaced with a look of concern. “what are we going to do?”

[gotovatvechat-a]

in the moments before the blast hit them, bucky practically thrown himself in front of natalia. an attempt to keep her safe. to protect her. knowing that if things got too bad, it could be the last thing he would ever do. but he didn’t care, and he knew deep down that was something he’d probably get crap for later, specifically from natalia herself.

when he woke up again, he had no idea how much time had passed. his head was pounding and his arm was throbbing. a groan escapes his lips as he looks around, seeing natalia not far from him underneath the rubble. “natalia,” he called out, frowning deeply.  when he realized she wasn’t responsive, he sighed. using his left arm to move rubble off of him. how long he worked away at the rubble on top of him, one handed, he wasn’t sure.

his work eventually paid off as he pulled himself from the rubble. his focus quickly shifts to natalia, ignoring the pain in both his other arm and his head, which had only gotten worse with his movement, as he began digging her out from under the wreckage. eventually, he pulled her out, his bionic arm wrapped around her to get her away from ruin of what once was the avengers compound. “natalia,” he spoke softly, giving her a little shake. “wake up,” he added, in russian this time. “please be alright.”

@krasniledger

[gotovatvechat-a]

bucky knew lingering around the compound for too long was a bad idea, but he felt as if he were in a fog. his head was pounding and his ears were ringing. by now, a while after the blast, he would’ve thought that would go away. it hadn’t. had something hit his head? he couldn’t be sure of that anymore. so now, he sat in the rubble, trying to gather his bearings. he’d tried to walk somewhere to find someone on their side a few moments earlier, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness that brought on the nausea.

he’d give anything to not feel this way. his arm, well, his arm was fucked. clearly broken and causing him a lot of pain. since emerging from the rubble he’d managed to make a sling for it out of his shirt, but he was still highly on edge. his left hand clutched his pistol for dear life. he wasn’t entirely mobile yet, and until then, he’d fight if he had to.

even though fighting in itself was something he desperately wanted to get away from. he was beginning to think he was cursed, that he’d always end up having to fight again. would they ever be able to catch a break? doubtful -- it seemed doubtful. he almost jumps when he hears a noise in the distance, immediately turning to face the direction the sound had come from, his gun raised. “who’s there?” he called out. “what do you want? i’m not afraid to shoot,” though, as the figure drew closer, bucky quickly realized who it was, relief washing through him as he lowered the weapon slightly. “steve?”

@avenginglost

[quaketheinternet-a]

@gotovatvechat

She knew she should go to Genosha at some point, but she had one more place to check for survivors. The Avengers Compound had also been hit, but it didn’t look like much of the structure was left compared to the school. And it looked to be crawling with those Friends of Humanity people. This was retaliation for what happened at their compound.

Daisy wasn’t even sure why she was here in the first place. She couldn’t take that many at once, and if they had a collar, she was screwed. No one would recognize Quake with blonde hair anyway, so maybe fighting wouldn’t be too idiotic. That’s why she had dyed her hair after resigning ftom S.H.I.E.L.D again. Let the government go after her. They wouldn’t find her in her appartment.

She heard movement close by and immediately held a hand out in that direction, ready to blast whoever it was out into the rubble. But when she saw his face, her hand immediately lowered. “Bucky?” she breathed. The two of them had met- briefly in the Stone, before and during the final confrontation with Thanos. She hadn’t seen him since. And he probably didn’t recognize her right off. “It’s nice to see at least one familiar face from the stone.” she admitted. “What happened here?”

[gotovatvechat-a]

claustrophobia was a bitch. now that he was free from the rubble of the ruined compound, he finally felt like he could breathe properly. he’d dragged natalia out of there with him, using only his bionic arm as the other was very clearly broken and caused him pain just to move it. the pain he was used to, admittedly. he had to live daily with pain from his bionic arm, but being unable to use both arms was something he didn’t particularly enjoy. he’d gotten used to it, mostly, in wakanda -- but in the months since then he’d gotten adjusted again to having his metallic replacement. 

and he was exhausted. deep down a part of him missed wakanda -- the SIMPLICITY of it all. living there in a hut with his goats and occasional visits from other wakandans. but he was needed here. steve and natalia -- they needed him. and in more ways than one, he needed them too. he knew it was good for him to be with friends again. people he loved and cared about. with one arm in a makeshift sling -- made from his shirt -- and a gun in the other hand, he raised his weapon when he heard movement in the area.

when he realizes who it is, he quickly lowers his weapon, giving a nod of thanks when she lowers her own. he understood why she was so on edge. he was as well. “wish we could say the circumstances were better,” he laughs dryly as he moves to approach her. “explosion. don’t know where it came from or who’s behind it, but i have a feeling we could make a pretty good guess. rubble broke my arm. you hurt?”

[xknowmyvalue-blog]

@gotovatvechat

Peggy’s ears were still ringing slightly from the explosion, and she thought she might be bleeding from her temple. Everything had happened so fast and she struggled to get her bits about her as she hunted for a part of the compound that wasn’t actively collapsing. Shutting her eyes briefly, she groped for the wall and attempted to turn (the remains of) a corner, only to find herself face to face with another person.

The first thing she noticed was that they weren’t wearing tac gear, which was a relief. After a moment’s hesitation, she noted that there was something distantly familiar in their face – under dark, unkempt hair, a shadowy expression, haunting eyes – she saw – she recognized…

“Sarge?”

For a moment Peggy could only blink in shock, frozen in place as her mind worked to catch up with her mouth. She’d known he was alive, of course, she’d read the briefings and watched the footage, but hearing about it and seeing it were different matters entirely.

“Bollocks, sorry, I don’t know if someone– I’m back. Something to do with the infinity stones, it all sounds a little like it came from a science fiction novel. Probably not important right now.” Peggy rambled, and then had the bizarre urge to hug him, which she tamped down with only mild distaste. Honestly. Hug Barnes. No need to be so sentimental, not unless they had confirmation that it was actually the end of the world, and even then a clap on the shoulder ought to do just fine. “Are you alright?”

[gotovatvechat-a]

he was beginning to get TIRED of the constant attacks. he couldn’t catch a break. didn’t these people have anything better to do? upon waking up in the rubble, bucky had done his best to get himself and natalia -- whom he’d been with at the time of the blast, and who he’d jumped in front of in an attempt to protect her. something he knew he’d get an earful for later. he didn’t care. it was worth it. and he’d do it again.

once out of the rubble, bucky quickly realizes that his arm -- the normal one -- was broken. just like he’d suspected. he sighs, and after a few minutes of mild discomfort, slight pinches of pain and general awkwardness of the task, he manages to get his shirt off. he rips it and does his best afterwards to fashion it into a makeshift sling. it takes him a few minutes, but he does it. with his broken arm in a sling, he starts to assess his surroundings.

he’s got his gun in hand. on edge. he doesn’t know if anyone else who had been in the compound was alive. well, he wasn’t sure who, if anyone, had been in the compound at the time of the blast. more importantly, he wasn’t sure if the people who had caused the blast were still around. when he notices a figure begin to approach him, he raises his weapon at them.

but then she speaks. he’s able to get a better look at her. a ghost from his past. sarge, she’d called him. no one had called him that in... years. the title was almost unfamiliar at this point. he lowers his gun and holsters it, but the bionic hand still hovers over it. just in case. seeing peggy only added to his confusion, considering he was fairly sure she had died. she seemed to have an explaination for it, which helped some, but it still left him speechless for a moment. “agent carter,” he replies, voice void of emotion as he gives her a small nod. “as okay as i can be.” he glances to his other arm. “you?” a brow raises.

his mind automatically goes to how different he must be now compared to sargent barnes from the 40′s. he wonders how long she’s been here. how much she knows, if she knows anything about what had happened in the years since the war. the years since her death. “does steve know you’re here?” 

[heathledgers]

[gotovatvechat-a]

@avenginglost

[taronzegerton-archive-deactivat]

the winter soldier + pretty shots

[wandofwatoomb]

Well, wasn’t this a mess.

Wong stood by the wreckage of what had once been the Avengers Compound, and shook his head slowly. Whoever had done this had done a thorough job - the Compound was huge, and the blast (or multiple blasts?) had ripped through almost all of it. They hadn’t just been aiming to take out people inside, they had aimed to tear apart the entire place. 

Definitely trying to make a statement.

Things here were clearly going from bad to worse. And while this wasn’t a mystical threat, it was definitely fast becoming a threat to the entire planet, one that he couldn’t very well ignore. And given that the Avengers were involved, and given Stephen’s involvement with a specific Avenger – suffice to say that there was no way Kamar-Taj was staying out of this entire conflict. 

Concentrating, he wove a spell to start shifting through the rubble in search of life, when he thought he heard movement. “Is someone there?” he called out, summoning another spell to try and clear some of the dust that had been kicked up. “If you’re trapped under the rubble – don’t move. But keep talking.” 

[gotovatvechat-a]

a groan escapes bucky’s lips as he comes to. he isn’t sure how long it’s been since the blast. as he opens his eyes he racks his brain in an attempt to recall the moments before. he... he’d been standing in one of the rooms with natalia. he heard the blast before it reached them, and in the mere seconds before he knew the building would come crashing down on top of them, he runs to her, jumping on front of her in an attempt to shield her from getting hurt too badly.

that’s the last he could remember before he passed out. now, as he slowly woke up and got a look at the rubble around him. immediately he notices natalia -- not far from him in the wreckage, but still unconscious. he starts to move, attempting to move rubble to try to get to her and then get the both of them out, when he feels a sharp pain in his right arm. he groans again, wincing in pain as he quickly realizes his arm is injured. broken, probably. dammit.

on edge, he’s slightly startled when a voice unfamiliar to him calls out to him. ‘don’t move, keep talking,’ is part of what the man says. bucky sighs quietly. “yes -- i’m here. stuck under rubble. there’s someone else with me but she’s not conscious.” he replied, though he didn’t exactly listen to the man as he started to move again under the rubble, using his left arm to push rocks away. 

“i think my arm’s broken.” he said, pain shooting through said arm whenever he moved it, even if it was ever so slight. above the wreckage, a bionic hand appears in the midst of it.

[dailymarvelheroes]

[gotovatvechat-a]

@avenginglost

[thewintersolo]

Then finish it

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@avenginglost