ɱɛʀcy ᶤˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵐʸ ᏟᎾᎠᎬ

[n-barnes]

Best guess is because he’s a cold war myth that’s turnin’ out to be true. They called him the Winter Soldier. Supposed to be the KGB’s secret weapon. A guy who could pass for American and slip behind enemy lines or cross borders without raisin’ an eyebrow. Deadly with a knife or a riffle…even deadlier hand-to-hand. And since he was a ghost, half the time they weren’t even sure if it was an accident or a murder.

[zacksnyder]

[sutherlins]

[dailyteamcap]

[ijeunefille]

Marvel Aesthetics: Natasha Romanoff

Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over that, I’m Russian… or was.

[petite-madame]

Winter Soldier selfie. (2017)

I tried to draw a “Winter Soldier” version of the selfie Sebastian posted yesterday on Weibo but finally, it ended up as something quite different, particularly the face. ^^;;

[caitlinfrosted-archive]

I’ll never survive with dead memories in my heart…

[bobnorley]

all of natasha’s scenes: 96/?

[dailyteamcap]

[guiltybydissociation-a]

✯ ROMANOFF

Think Romanoff. Think.

How many times had she been in this exact situation? How many times had she gotten out of it? Enough times that if someone paid her a dime for it she’d be as rich as Stark. And most of the time she’s in these situations alone.

“I can’t get a clear shot.”

The voice echoes in her ear.

Today she isn’t alone. But it seems she may as well be.

She can’t reply to the archer tucked away, waiting for his chance. She can’t make them aware of his presence.

Sigh.

So much for this being a simple in and out job.

But things never got as planned do they?

She coils then, like a snake getting ready to strike. Only there’s no rattling warning sign. She’ll just have to do it herself. But then, just as she feels the muscles in her knees contract and her balance shift to the balls of her feet something changes.

Blood.

It splatters across her face along with thicker, wetter things. She blinks, hesitating only for a second before making the most of the opportunity.

“I thought you didn’t have a clean shot?”

“… uh that wasn’t me.”

There’s a tremor of concern in Clint’s voice, worry and she sighs again. “Don’t move. I’ll come to you.”

Something isn’t right. But she doesn’t stop, not even when a second shot hits its intended target. More blood and more other things. What the hell was going on? And was this a good thing or bad? Something twists in her gut, a cold familiar sensation telling her that none of this is good.

“On second thought. I’ll try to meet you at the rendezvous point.” Then she decides to probably do something very stupid. She removes her communicator and crushes it beneath her boot. She doesn’t want or need something happening to Clint, not again. Never again. And as she gives a glance around her perimeter she’s all too certain this is about her anyways. She just hopes whoever made those shots intends to follow her as she begins running once again towards the parking garage.

The garage is quiet.

He spares half a thought on giving her credit, Romanoff was silent. Dim lights in the structure might as well have been nonexistent. He didn’t doubt she was tucked away behind some car, waiting to see who her pursuer was. If she was worth anything, then she was also preparing to end the threat – to finish him before he could drive a blade through her heart. 

Though he had already been disappointed once, who was to say she wouldn’t continue her trend? 

He had hidden the rifle before he had dared to pursue, intent on recovering it after this exercise was over.

It wasn’t hard to believe that they both were slinking through this structure with the intent of catching the other unawares.

Yet it was Soldier who found Romanoff first. He had come in through another entrance, crept around behind her and weaved through the larger vehicles.

He moved to close the distance, drawing his sidearm quickly.

Then gunfire, but not from his own weapon. Instead, a bullet ricocheted off his shoulder, pinging off the sedan next to him. Soldier whirled around, spotting one of the men who had originally caught her. Perhaps the only henchman with some semblance of intelligence, he must’ve dove out of sight when Soldier had originally began firing.

Not that it mattered now.

A flicker of annoyance sprouted as Soldier returned fire. A single shot cut a small hole through the assailant’s forehead and burst out through the back.

Soldier’s attention shot back to Romanoff, gun following his sightline.

But she was gone.

[mybuddymybucky]

[marveladdicts]

[guiltybydissociation-a]

✯ STARK

As one of the only remaining members of the team able to even deploy for a mission, Toni found her hands full with a lot more than legal matters. It appears overseas a small faction of insurgents  had gained enough power to terrorize the local populace, and Toni was sent in armor and all to handle it with a little force. Although she wondered at the time why local law enforcement couldn’t handle it, it became abundantly clear just why. 

Stolen technology, weapons and other ways of intimidation. 

All of which the engineer easily disposed of, collecting any intelligence on the matter that could possibly be found. The entire set up was rather rudimentary, and at most Toni found a basic computer with little to offer and a few stacks of what could only be described as receipts. 

It all appeared to be a pretty easy wrap up, calling in some heavier enforcement to arrest those responsible. She’d been doing a sweep when it happened, a pain shattering deep into her chest. The suit falling the short distance to the ground, brain rattling around in her skull leaving her disoriented upon impact. With no HUD to alert her, Toni hits the emergency switch to release her from the suit. The aforementioned armor now as useless as anything hanging in a museum. 

Crawling out of it, Toni quickly gets to work trying to assess the damage in the hopes of repairing it somehow. 

“Damn it,” she swears, frustrated. She opts then to disconnect one gauntlet, certain pieces of the armor created to operate independent of the main article. Its easily slipped on, the engineer turning quickly with one hand out to try and locate her attacker.

Any subtly about the mission was gone.

One driving force propelling him forward, out of the darkness entirely and into the cool moonlight.

Silver-blue hues of the night cascaded on him, an unmistakable silhouette. It was often the only thing many victims even glimpsed of him, but this was purposeful. It had meaning, fear had its uses and as of now, Toni had nothing save a gauntlet to deter him with. What few things he did find himself frightened of, this woman and her inventions were not a part of that terribly small list.

That faint sign that he felt at all faded, cold neutrality staring down Stark instead.

He remembered her anger about her family so clearly, even if he didn’t quite recall murdering them. He didn’t doubt he had, he had seen the evidence, and somehow knew it to be true. Still, caught in his mind’s eye was her vicious glare, anger at Rogers and hate towards himself.

Soldier didn’t blame her.

Not for that at least.

But that fucking sound, that he was bitter about 

He could’ve shot her, put one straight through her lung and just watched. It would be efficient, though it wouldn’t at all satisfy his grudge.

He had come to a halt, so she could see just who she was fighting.

[fandomnerdhq]

[3intheam]

[guiltybydissociation-a]

@ironesse

The sharp, ear piercing explosion of sound had lingered Soldier’s mind since Stark had blasted him in Germany. Disappointment had marked the asset’s existence since then, failing three times to kill the woman. The first was in the CIA’s building, and while he had easily overcome her, circumstance had permitted the bitch to live. 

The second encountered had just been chaotic, and he had been too busy fending over King T’Challa to focus on his grudge. That, and Rogers had been firmly in the belief that there was still something of Barnes left alive inside Soldier. The mere notion of which, made him seethe with hatred. 

The third had been something else.

Saving Rogers had been a necessity, and in turn, being aided by him was the debt repaid.

Either way, the grudge persisted. If only due to him not having anything else, he was left with his broken pride and anger.

Toni had to pay the debt, it’s what his mind understood.

One shot, one kill.

Or…

He fired, the bullet flying through the air and striking in the center of the suit’s chest. The light of the arc reactor flickered out, and down she went. The asset didn’t often feel, not in the same, confusing manner that most ordinary people did – but satisfaction minutely blossomed. Watching the genius tumble out of the air and crash down hard in the middle of the courtyard, it was a fine sight. 

Soldier had waited a long time for that moment, biding his time until she was alone, in a country that couldn’t help her. Or wouldn’t, hit in some back-water hellhole, everyone was too corrupt to give a damn.

It worked in his favour.

He leapt down into the open, dark of the night shrouding him until the gleam of his arm gave him away. He still caught glimpses of the arc reactor, flickering white-blue on occasion as it tried to restore power to the armour. 

Seldom did the man show even the faintest hint of emotion, but the sight of his target helpless brought a subtle, malicious smirk to his lips. 

[guiltybydissociation-a]

like dis for a starter. which will most likely be violent.