[lostsouldier]

dear moots, bucky & james are relocating to @maavel. you are cordially invited to join them over there for continued shenanigans. urs sincerely chae

[lostsouldier]

dear moots, bucky & james are relocating to @maavel. you are cordially invited to join them over there for continued shenanigans. urs sincerely chae

[abuckygirlarchive]

how it started

how it's going

[lostsouldier]

i could write or i could use this time more wisely to watch m.arried @ 1st site

[pseudolife-archived1]

“I know that you mean well,” Fujiko’s touching him. Smoothing her fingers across his leather jacket, and enjoying the broadness of his shoulders. The depths of his eyes. The way the natural suspicion he’s always had of her grows into something else entirely. Concern, but not for himself. “But I am not a vessel for your good intent. But if you are fine with that…” She leaves the rest open for him, because as much as the game had been hers there was no fun in it if she was the only player making decisions.

@lostsouldier  ;  some FUJIKO for BUCKY ft song lyrics bc inspo / her vibes

[lostsouldier]

Personal space is a fictitious thing when Fujiko is concerned and Bucky has accepted this. He’s tested the limits of his own infringement on hers — touches that could pass for greetings, or protection, or even admiration when she wears something sparkly or doesn’t wear anything at all. ‘ You don’t need saving, is that it ? ’ Head ducks, watching the path of her fingers dangle off his shoulder and down his arm, then looks back to her. She is different up close, and he’s mostly only known her up close. ‘ I didn’t come here to play bodyguard. I didn’t come here to play at all, but that’s all you seem to do. ’

[lostsouldier]

[  EYES  ]  for  your  muse  to  send  bedroom  eyes  at  my  muse (nat oop)

They’re in separate corners of the locker room, just in from a raid that had wounded their egos more than it had their bodies — but there was a bit of that, too. Either the zombies were learning a few tricks or the lack of sustenance to evenly go around was starting to get to Bucky and Natasha. At least this most recent raid had been successful in securing some supplies, an old warehouse storing packed grains and a few non perishables and more left behind to go back and collect as long as the location remained secure. They’d dropped their load off at the bunker for people to distribute and store, and headed straight to the lockers to clean themselves of blood, sweat, and dirt.

Bucky sighs heavily as he peels off his last layer over his head, the material  having soaked up much of the blood from the wound on his chest that had already stopped bleeding freely. None of their injuries were from bites — they’d made sure of that the moment they were together and their band of attackers defeated. It’s as he drops his hands to his belt, to treat the bottom half of his clothes the same as he’d done the top, that he notices Natasha’s gaze on him. He’d noticed it before — he’s got a sixth sense for eyes following him around — but he hadn’t paid it any mind because they were alone, and he’d passed a cursory glance over her too, to make sure she wasn’t bent too out of whack, but he realises now that her gaze hasn’t left him the whole time he’d been undressing. 

He flicks open his belt, and then huffs out a laugh. She’s not just looking. She’s looking. ‘ Seriously ? When I’m covered in zombie guts ? ’ He pulls his belt the rest of the way out of the loops and loops it over his shoulders, tilting his head to send a contemplative gaze back at her. If there was anything positive to come from the chaos that the world had broken out into, it was that it had brought her to his side. They’d had different priorities before — other people to look after, revenge to seek, wrongs to right. They had each other — and deep down they knew it was a forever thing, but they hadn’t cherished what they had. Hadn’t nurtured it, hadn’t let it become what it could. Now — the world was simpler. They fought to survive. They fought for themselves. They fought to spend just one more day together. And surviving was a reward. A slow grin grows. He has to pass her to get to the showers, and he tugs her along by the wrist as he goes. He’s riding the high of a successful mission, and the high of watching Natasha decapitate the undead, each time more creative than the last and maybe she was just as hot for zombie murder as he was.

[im-sebastian-stan-deactivated20]

Sebastian Stan in as Nick Fowler in ‘The 355’ (2021). Dir. by Simon Kinberg.

[hawkzeyes]

IM SHAKING LOOK AT THEM OHHH PLEAEE OH MY GOD

This is going to hurt so bad

Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty #12

[lostsouldier]

abuckygirl​:

PROMPTS / STARTERS from CAPTAIN AMERICA : SENTINEL OF LIBERTY #12  ( feel free to change pronouns. )

‘ growing up, i never had a brother. ’

‘ i had to admit, it felt great having someone at my back. ’

‘ i could just relax and watch the ballet. ’

‘ you goose steppin’ galoot! ’

‘ that can only mean bad news. ’

‘ oh, no, you don’t. ’

‘ you want a piece of this deadbeat, you’re gonna have to go through me first. ’

‘ do you do that often ? put yourself at risk for no reason ? ’

‘ i got a reason for keeping you outta the hospital. ’

‘ live and learn, sackhead. ’

‘ you know, every once in a while, people do the right thing for no reward… ’

‘ you wanna buy my silence, huh ? okay. i’m sure we can come up with an arrangement… ’

‘ you might heed your own advice. ’

‘ you think i would hesitate to slay a child ? ’

‘ you are gravely mistaken. ’

‘ whelp. ’

‘ i’d feel funny keeping all this stuff that doesn’t belong to me. ’

‘ you’re young. you’ll learn. ’

‘ you’re denting my friend. ’

‘ where’s all that plucky nerve that keeps drowning us both in hot water ? ’

‘ i’m afraid of heights, okay ? ’

‘ i know you need me. but i’m afraid. ’

‘ why am i always the last to know ? ’

‘ there may be hope for you yet. ’

‘ looking back, i wish i could say i’d been scared. but i wasn’t much of anything. ’

‘ i want you to meet a friend of mine. ’

‘ aren’t those nurses a little old for you ? ’

‘ i got plenty of good years ahead. ’

‘ we’ve got a plane to catch. ’

‘ there’s no medals to be gotten — not this time. ’   

[agentcrterbye]

#𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐂𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ─── sometimes the best man for the job is a woman. ©

[thewintersoldier]

“So, now that you’ve stopped fighting, what do you want?”

[abuckygirlarchive]

𝗥𝗣  𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘  𝗙𝗢𝗥  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗

(  +  reverse  )  to  reverse  roles

for  when  they’re  feeling  violent  

[  BELT  ]  for  your  muse  to  use  their  belt  as  a  weapon

[  BETRAY  ]  for  your  muse  to  reveal  to  my  muse  they’re  not  who  they  think  they  are

[  BLEED  ]  for  your  muse  to  make  mine  bleed

[  BOOT  ]  for  your  muse  to  press  their  boot  against  my  muse’s  mouth  

[  BRUISE  ]  for  your  muse  to  purposely  hold  my  muse  hard  enough  to  bruise

[  CHOKE  ]  for  your  muse  to  hold  mine  by  the  throat,  either  with  the  hand  or  forearm

[  DENIAL  ]  for  your  muse  to  angrily  deny  something  my  muse  is  calling  them  out  on  

[  FIRE  ]  for  your  muse  to  threaten  my  muse  with  fire

[  GRAPPLE  ]  for  your  muse  to  wrestle  mine  down  to  the  floor  or  against  the  wall

[  HAIR  ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse’s  hair  

[  KICK  ]  for  your  muse  to  kick  my  muse  (  can  specify  where  )

[  KNEE  ]  for  your  muse  to  knee  mine  in  the  stomach  or  groin  

[  KNIFE  ]  for  your  muse  to  hold  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat

[  LAUGH  ]  for  your  muse  to  laugh  at  my  muse  for  being  pathetic  

[  LIAR  ]  for  your  muse  to  call  mine  a  liar

[  MOUTH  ]  for  your  muse  to  put  their  hand  over  my  muse’s  mouth  

[  PANIC  ]  for  your  muse  to  find  my  muse  panicking  after  they’ve  done  impulsive  or  dangerous

[  REGRET  ]  for  your  muse  to  immediately  regret  hurting  my  muse

[  SLAP  ]  for  your  muse  to  slap  my  muse  in  the  face

[  SLEEP  ]  for  your  muse  to  approach  my  muse  while  they’re  sleeping  

[  SPIT  ]  for  your  muse  to  spit  at  my  muse

[  STAB  ]  for  your  muse  to  stab  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  STEP  ]  for  your  muse  to  step  on  my  muse  while  they’re  down  

[  SHOOT  ]  for  your  muse  to  shoot  at  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  STRONGARM  ]  for  your  muse  to  use  force  to  make  my  muse  do  something  

[  TANTRUM  ]  for  your  muse  to  throw  a  temper  tantrum  that  my  muse  gets  caught  /  hurt  in

[  TEAR  ]  for  your  muse  to  tear  clothing  off  of  my  muse

[  TEETH  ]  for  your  muse  to  bite  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  THREAT  ]  for  your  muse  to  threaten  my  muse  /  specify  threat    

for  when  they’re  feeling  soft  

[  BOOP  ]  for  your  muse  to  bump  their  nose  against  my  muse’s  nose  

[  BREAK  ]  for  your  muse  to  know  that  my  muse  is  about  to  break  up  with  them  

[  CALM  ]  for  your  muse  to  calm  my  muse  down  from  a  moment  of  anger

[  COUCH  ]  for  our  muses  to  cuddle  on  the  couch  

[  DANCE  ]  for  your  muse  to  take  my  muse’s  hand  and  start  dancing  with  them  

[  EYES  ]  for  your  muse  to  send  bedroom  eyes  at  my  muse  

[  FEED  ]  for  your  muse  to  feed  my  muse  something  (  can  specify  what  )

[  HAND  ]  for  your  muse  to  slip  their  hand  into  my  muse’s  hand

[  HICKEY  ]  for  you  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  hickey  (  specify  where  )

[  HUG  ]  for  your  muse  to  hug  my  muse

[  INTERRUPT  ]  for  your  muse  to  interrupt  my  muse  talking  by  kissing  them  

[  KISS  ]  for  your  muse  to  kiss  my  muse  

[  LICK  ]  for  you  muse  to  lick  my  muse  

[  PATTER  ]  for  our  muses  to  have  a  conversation  in  the  car  while  the  rain  patters  down  around  them  

[  PLAY  ]  for  your  muse  to  play  a  musical  instrument  for  my  muse

[  PICNIC  ]  for  our  muses  to  go  on  a  picnic

[  RAIN  ]  for  our  muses  to  dance  in  the  rain  /  kiss  in  the  rain

[  RIVER  ]  for  our  muses  to  jump  in  the  river  together  /  or  for  one  to  push  the  other  in  

[  SING  ]  for  your  muse  to  sing  to  my  muse  /  song  or  lullaby  

[  SNEAK  ]  for  your  muse  to  sneak  a  touch  under  my  muse’s  clothing  

[  SPOON  ]  for  your  muse  to  big  spoon  my  muse  

[  STARE  ]  for  your  muse  to  be  caught  staring  affectionately  at  mine

[  STROKE  ]  for  your  muse  to  play  with  my  muse’s  hair

[  SWEATER  ]  for  your  muse  to  be  found  in  my  muse’s  sweater  or  hoodie

[  TOUCH  ]  for  your  muse  to  softly  touch  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  WARM  ]  for  your  muse  to  put  their  jacket  around  my  muse’s  shoulders

[  WATCH  ]  for  your  muse  to  watch  my  muse  sleep  

[lostsouldier]

[lostsouldier]

@whitesuited : ❝ you only found me because i let you. ❞

‘ Mmhhmm. ’ He pops a chocolate coated peanut into his mouth, his snack for the walk up the eight flights of stairs he’d had to take to get to the apartment, courtesy of a broken elevator — or one that Sharon had purposely put out of commission. He shoves the bag of candy at her while he drops his duffle in a corner and takes a look around her humble abode. Suppose they’ll never know whether she’d let him find her or not — it had been just on this side of difficult to track her into Paraguay to leave enough doubt. ‘ Cute set up. You know, typically when people ask me to look into something, they give me a number to call back on. Or a drop site. Or — anything, really, so I don’t have to fly into other countries illegally just to drop off information that they asked me to dig up as a favour. ’ He loops back around to reach into the candy bag he’d given her to collect a few more chocolate pieces. He tosses them into his mouth before dropping an envelope in her lap. ‘ There you go. Just so you know, I had to get a tattoo to get that information. ’ He pulls down the collar of his t-shirt enough to show a faded gang emblem, a combination of snakes, rifles, and a woman’s lips on his right pectoral. It’d last on him for at least another two weeks, but his counterfeit serum would eat it up eventually. ‘ What do you think ? ’

[magikldreamx]

SHE'D ALWAYS KNOWN DEEP DOWN THAT ONE way or another the world was going to go to shit. sure she put up the good fight on the regular with comrades that she would lay down her life for, but there were too many greedy, selfish beings on the planet for things to not take a hard right at some point. a part of her had always been prepared for a fight they'd lose. to face something that they had no hope in defeating.

this was that fight.

just two days into the event and they were seeing no sign of hope. the others were holding out, waiting for some miracle, perhaps doctor strange could come up with something that could magic their way out of it. they didn't see it though. the bleak glint in his eyes. the way he was brushing them off in a subtle manner, perfectly weaving his ability to turn them down without cancelling out their hope. to be quite blunt, she thought it was bullshit. better to tell it like it is, right?

today though, she'd gotten fed up of her soldier not being where he should. they'd been parted by a week, because of a mission he'd been sent off on. when the world took a turn for the worse he'd been her first point of contact. get your ass home barnes. she'd told him instantly, when people began to turn and decided their family, friends, colleagues and strangers would make for the perfect snack. she wanted him home. where she could watch his six and vice versa.

her impatience had won out. an antsy sort of feeling that could only be defined as worry -- an emotion she wasn't so used to feeling because she had full trust in the soldier's abilities. things were changing, though. the game was flipped upside down. which was why she was fighting her way through a horde. a deadly widow's game, a lethal dance that had one zombie after another falling around her. until she was splattered in black stained blood, breaths panting from her and pushing forwards.

around a corner where he finally came into view. a breath pushes out of her, head tilting back slightly when her shoulders fall, " you're a tough man to find, you know that? didn't you know it's not very gentleman-like to make a woman chase after you. " her snarky tone creates a perfect layer to hide the underlying worry, her gaze moving over his form, ensuring there were no injuries to be found. no bite marks that they had to concern themselves over.

@lostsouldier : gets a plotted starter!

[lostsouldier]

Bucky has been living fight to fight for almost his entire life. He’d been throwing punches in the schoolyard even before he was taken in as an army ward. Even now, in a world full of heroes, of people more powered than him, better than him in every right, and far more capable of saving the world . . . he still cannot walk away because the route he’d taken to end up on this side of the century meant there was far too much that he had to make up for. And the only way he knew how to do that was to keep fighting — to even the balances somehow, or at least attempt to. 

Still, it doesn’t matter how long he’s been fighting for, nothing prepares him for the end of the world. He’s on a cruisy mission in London that no one knows about — except Natasha, of course — when it happens. Intel floods his open channels only minutes before the news hits the public, splashed up on every digital billboard and broadcasted across every frequency. Suddenly, his mission of locating and eliminating the enemy LMD posing as the British Prime Minister’s Chief of Staff takes a lower precedence to the virus that had just hit all major cities, turning people into brainless, flesh eating zombies. He’s used that word in exaggeration before . . . but after his very first encounter with one on Downing Street, there’s no other word he could use for them. He’d be surprised, but most of his adult life has played out much the same as the science fiction novels he’d read as a kid so why shouldn’t this be the way he goes down ?

There’s less hero support in Europe than there is in the States and it shows. North America is the slowest continent to be overrun but within days, the entire world is suffering the same fate. He takes to hourly check-ins with Natasha, and it’s a measure neither of them have taken before. There’s normally a sense of reassurance with each other, that the other could take care of themselves when they walked through that front door. But they’ve been separated a week, and have seen people mightier than them fall — the virus didn’t discriminate, though you might have an edge if you had a serum like Steve’s. No one can know for sure, though. 

Eventually, they get themselves onto the same continent — or rather, Natasha gets herself to London, where he’s looking out for approximately five hundred survivors spread across a dozen bunkers though the numbers were dropping by the day. There really was nowhere safe anymore. He rounds the corner on a motorbike, engine roaring, running over two zombies, their heads sent splattering under the rotation of his tyres, and as satisfying as that was, he’s not looking forward to cleaning zombie gunk out of his spokes. ‘ These are modern times, Nat. You better get with them. ’ The fact was, they would always chase after each other. Either in the shadows or a blaze of glory, and this time . . . the stakes were too high for subtlety. He hadn’t been able to get out of the country, so she had come to him, and it’s a weight off his back to have her where he can see her. They haven’t faced anything like this before, and he’s not completely convinced that this isn’t the end of the world. If it was — then he wanted to spend his last moments with her. 

‘ Glad you’re here. There’s a bunker ten blocks away — I think that’s what they’re trying to get to. We need to stop them here. ’

[medicbledarc-deactivated2023101]

"a friend of mine once told me..." a fondness sparks the hue of whisky brown eyes. remnants and memories she pulled from ruined mortar and debris. "He said everything good in life, you've got to pay for but feelin' good is what you're paving the way for." the twitch of her lips is bittersweet.

SC// accepting bitter with the sweet// carol king @lostsouldier

[lostsouldier]

He appreciates what she's trying to tell him --- he's just not particularly in the mood to hear it. He doubts he ever will be. Feeling any remote kind of good seems like a pipe dream . . . and truth be told, he wasn't looking for it. It's not good that he's after . . . it was the other thing. Repayment. ' Hope your friend, with all his wise words, found what he was lookin' for, ' he says, raising the ice pack he was supposed to be keeping on his face, above his head in a toast, before stretching more comfortably on the ratty old couch he had commandeered, parked in the office of the gym. Him ? He doesn't know what exactly he's paving the way for, but it's nothing healthy.

[lostsouldier]

AU starter call !

comment which bucky you want + feel free to offer up an AU! version of your muse ( take from my list, take from your wishlist, mix & match, go wild ! )

🎶 washed up musician bucky : had a really popular first album but it was kind of a one hit wonder and he faded into the background thereafter. now, he's making more money from writing songs than he is making his own and he's kinda sad about it. vibes : acoustic guitars, coffee, manbuns, cats, alcohol, drugs,

🕮 author & history professor bucky : what it says on the tin. has three ( non-sequential ) philosophical / utopian world novels under his belt, currently teaching intellectual history at [ insert american university here ] vibes : hipster bucky, coffee, cats, sweaters, journals, cigarettes, cabin in the woods getaways

🔍 cia bucky : recruited out of college and rises up the ranks quickly due to an innate talent. is a little too smart to be just an agent though, and starts upsetting some higher-ups with his meddling. attempts to get out but his assets are pretty much all tied up so he's biding his time until he can make his eventual escape. vibes : incredibly morally grey that's it's basically black, black sites, secret identities, cats, on the run, many many felony offences