Jane Buchanan Barnes

An RP sideblog for Rule 63 Bucky Barnes. Mixed MCU and 616 canon. See my notes page for more info. Est. 2014 / Rebooted 2017

[murder-popsicle]

This is an independent Rule 63 RP sideblog for Bucky Barnes. Mixed MCU and Earth-616 canon. See my notes page for more details on how I blend the two universes.

Follow-backs come from my main blog, @tnott​. Mun is 30+.

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[natromilf]

"she killed people!" so? that's my baby girl

[murder-popsicle]

continued from here with @abrooklynboy

Bucky listened hard as Stella spoke, and she only realized that she was gaping open-mouthed at her friend when a glob of oatmeal fell from her stationary spoon, landing in her lap with a soft plop.

She didn't know what to think. On the one hand, this was Stella, and of course she'd jumped at the chance to be able to join the fight against fascism. She wouldn't have been the friend Bucky knew and loved if she'd turned the opportunity down. But on the other hand…

It sounded an awful lot like Stella had volunteered to be someone's lab rat.

Bucky knew a thing or two about being made into a lab rat. She'd been on burial detail in the factory sometimes, dealing with the bodies of the soldiers killed by the work or by the guards, and, worse, the bodies that had come back from that little doctor's laboratory – if they could even still be called bodies after the way he'd mutilated them. Then she'd been taken into the same laboratory herself, to be drugged and tortured and cut open alive. She'd lain strapped down on that gurney and prayed to God and the Virgin Mary and every saint she knew for a swift death. But instead of death, God had sent her Stella.

She was still staring at Stella with wide eyes, and now she slowly put her spoon down. While she'd wanted to finish the oatmeal while it was hot, it was making her a little nauseous, and she figured she'd better slow down. Instead, she sat in silence for a moment and studied Stella's face, thinking over what she'd said.

The serum amplifies what's in a person. Good becomes great; bad becomes worse. That explained Johann Schmidt for sure, but Stella Rogers was nothing like Schmidt. Another person might even have told Stella that she had nothing to worry about, but Bucky had never been blind to her best friend's faults. Stella was a good woman – the best Bucky knew – but she was also stubborn, cynical, and often angry.

"Amplifies everythin'," Bucky echoed. "This mean I'm gonna have to work twice as hard to pull you outta trouble?" One corner of her mouth was quirked in a crooked smile, and she was aiming for her usual teasing tone, but she didn't quite make it, and there was a slight furrow between her eyebrows. More quietly, she added, "Tell me this Erskine fella at least made sure his serum wouldn't kill you 'fore he tried blowin' you up like Conan the Goddamn Barbarian. And that it wouldn't make you all–"

She broke off and mimed pulling her face from her chin up over her scalp. "That– That happened, right? I wasn't seein' things?" she asked, needing confirmation. "'Cause I saw a lotta things that I don't think were real, 'fore you showed up. Wasn't even sure you were real at first."

[abrooklynboy]

murder-popsicle​:

Bucky took the bowl gratefully, the warmth of it seeping into her hands, and when she got a whiff of the aroma, it took all her self-control not to gobble it down in one gulp. After the starvation rations that they’d all been on in that damn factory, she knew full well that if she ate too quickly she’d just throw it right back up.

“Best oatmeal of my life,” she said after swallowing her first spoonful, feeling it warm her from the inside out. “That sainthood is deserved, Stel.” She couldn’t even remember the last time that something she’d eaten had tasted so delicious. Probably the hot dogs she and Stella had eaten at the Stark Expo the night before she’d shipped out. Everything since then had been either army rations or the stale bread and sour-tasting water the prisoners had been forced to survive on – or die on – in that HYDRA hellhole.

She was still in a lot of pain, bruised and battered and far too thin, but right now she was just enjoying the fact that she was still alive, enjoying her oatmeal, relieved to be out of that factory and happy to see her best friend, even if Stella looked significantly different than she had the last time Bucky had seen her.

God, she hoped they would let her wash today. She was still in the shirt Gabe had given her weeks ago, not to mention the trousers she’d been wearing when her unit had been captured. Both were crusted with blood and filth, and she was itching to get clean.

First though, she had some questions. She took another bite of oatmeal, marshaling her thoughts, and finally said, “You gonna tell me how you ended up growin’ three times bigger and showin’ up in the middle of Austria with a set of workin’ lungs? ‘Cause I gotta say, I am real damn curious to hear this.”

She was trying hard not to sound accusing, but she couldn’t completely keep the edge out of her voice. Seeing Stella like this beggared belief. Add in the hallucinations brought on by the doctor’s concoctions and that Schmidt fellow peeling off his own face over a pit of flames, and she felt like she’d spent the past few weeks stuck in some kind of hellish fever dream.

Being alive was swell. Bucky being alive had Stella’s smile, watching like a mother hen over Bucky’s spoon against the bowl, noting the way she held herself, and the first bite of oatmeal. They had been in this position before; Stella sick in bed, Bucky at her bedside. Stella relishing having taste back, when simple food tasted like what the Rockefellers would have.

Before Bucky had been drafted, the only warfare they had been exposed to was children defending their blocks with rocks, bricks, and debris and memories of their fathers’ war in bottles and old men on the street corners with missing limbs and broken faces. How Stella had scoured newsreels and papers for signs of her sister and home over there. Her worry whispered – she had found Bucky isolated. What sick experiments had the doctor done to Bucky?

Pulled away from the whisper, Stella laughed. There she was! Bawling Stella out for another harebrained activity. ‘Joined the Army’ wasn’t going to cut mustard!

“Right.” She glanced down at herself, expecting her own scrawny form in her WAC uniform. Tired, sore legs longer than Katharine Hepburn’s stretched under Bucky’s cot. “I did change. Doesn’t feel like it when I’m with you.” Sharp ears listened. Guards were posted further away; nurse on duty turned her Bible’s pages. Gesturing to the bowl, “Eat. I’ll talk.”

Leaning forward, she kept her voice low. “After we went our ways at the Stark Expo, I met a doctor.” Stella’s artistic mind, sharpened by the Serum, held up Sergeant Barnes saluting Corporal Rogers in her WAC uniform and the Bucky in front of her. Yes, this was her sister, sickly and abused, one of the survivors.

“A good one.” Lump gathered in her throat. Dr. Erskine had been a part of her life for a short time; in some ways, he was her father, recreating her. “He asked why I wanted to go overseas. Told him I wanted to do my part. Next thing I know, he was telling me I was being offered a chance at a different position. Turns out, they were wanting to create a unit of super soldiers to beat Axis. They’ve got...The Skull.” Confirming hellfire and a man ripping a perfectly good face off was real.

“We were put through physical and mental tests. Loads of strong guys with nothin’ goin’ on between their ears. Brilliant gals but….” Shaking her head, “People started droppin’ out. Some thought it’d be a ‘who was the toughest’ type of test. Dr. Erskine picked me. Told me the serum amplified what was in a person. ‘Good becomes great; bad becomes worse.’”

Looking towards the ceiling, then down at her boots, “There were supposed to be more of us. I was picked to be the first. After the procedure, Dr. Erskine was assassinated….An’ the Army wasn’t too pleased about me.”

[murder-popsicle]

continued here

[meoware]

When the genderswap art makes the character skinny and gives them an hourglass body shape and long hair and huge tits and depicts them as soft and fragile and

[cptsmallass]

Prep him.

[txciturnitxs]

Rikki ventured further into the space, she could feel Bucky's gaze on her. Yeah, she knew damn well she would have been caught, nothing got past Bucky, but Rikki did what she did because she felt it necessary. It was one thing when the guy was some contact who maybe helped patch her up some times while having some kind of dubious secret past. Everyone has some kind of contact like that. Punisher had plenty.

That all went out the window when Rikki learned he was HYDRA, and then she thought of John.

As she put her groceries away, she listened, turn to look at the elder Barnes, but she was listening. Putting the last of the refrigerated and frozen foods away, she emptied the bags of anything else. Dish soap, paper towel, a candy bar for Andi to feed Silence later.

Finally, when Bucky asked Rikki why she didn't just come to her, Rikki looked at her. Not stone faced. Not hurt. But...

"Would you have told me if I asked? You never talk about your past. I know you don't wanna talk about being the Winter Soldier. If this medic pal of yours is HYDRA, how the hell do I know he's not gonna try to, I dunno, reprogram you? I've lost enough family to Hydra, I'm not losing you too!"

[murder-popsicle]

"He's not gonna reprogram me," Bucky said, keeping her voice calm and even. "I get why you're worrying, but you don't gotta, I promise. He couldn't even if he wanted to, 'cause he doesn't know how. He's a trauma surgeon. Damn good when it comes to bodies, but brains are way outside his wheelhouse. And before you start frettin' again, he won't call anybody who can do that, either. If he didn't hand me back over to HYDRA when I was unconscious on his bathroom floor with six bullets in me, he sure as hell ain't gonna do it now."

And the was really the crux of the matter, wasn't it? Whatever else Yuri might have done -- and both God and Bucky knew that he'd been involved in some nasty shit -- the fact remained that when a newly-escaped Jane Barnes had turned up in his kitchen, severely injured and on the verge of bleeding out, he had helped her. He had treated her wounds, and kept her hidden while she healed, and he'd been passing useful information to her ever since.

He wasn't a good man. No one who had willing given HYDRA over than fifty years of his life could be a good man. But he had one principle, one line that he believed should never be crossed, and when he'd realized that not only had HYDRA crossed it, but that he, though unknowing, had also played no small role in that crossing, he had stood by that principle. Bucky Barnes had been a prisoner, not a volunteer, and that meant that when it came to her versus HYDRA, he was firmly on her side.

She wasn't about to invite Yuri over for dinner, but there had been a time in her life when he was the only person on her side, and that wasn't the sort of thing that Bucky could easily forget.

[ramunaee]

i miss my wifeeee🥺

[milkmemes]

STAGES OF A RELATIONSHIP

Prompts for stages of a relationship. Feel free to change any pronouns as needed and adjust however necessary. Some may be usfw.

ACQUAINTANCES

❛ I swear I’ve seen you before, probably in a dream, or a mugshot. ❜

❛ Is this the part where we shake hands or just nod awkwardly? ❜

❛ You’re not as scary as people said. Yet. ❜

❛ We’ve met before, right? ❜

❛ I will forget your name in five minutes but I will never forget your aura. ❜

❛ Sorry, I don’t think I caught your name last time. ❜

❛ You seem familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? ❜

❛ Sorry, I’m terrible with names. I’ll probably call you “Hey you” forever. ❜

❛ So are we strangers, or is this the part where we overshare? ❜

❛ If we end up on a group project together, I’m not doing the PowerPoint. ❜

❛ So… what do you do? ❜

❛ I’ve heard about you, but this is our first time talking. ❜

❛ I don’t know much about you, honestly. ❜

❛ Wow, you talk. I thought you were just a background extra. ❜

❛ How do you already look like you’re over this conversation? ❜

❛ Don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t tell if we’d get along or kill each other. ❜

❛ It’s weird finally putting a face to the name. ❜

❛ If you had to pick one Pokémon that describes your vibe, which one is it? ❜

❛ Do you come here often? ❜

❛ Oh cool, another NPC come to give me a side quest. ❜

❛ You look like you have main character energy but, like, season one when everything’s still a mess. ❜

❛ Small world, huh? ❜

❛ Sorry if I seem awkward, I’m not great with strangers. ❜

❛ You look like you know what you’re doing. ❜

❛ Wait, is this the start of a rom-com or a crime documentary? ❜

❛ You seem like someone who knows where the snacks are. ❜

❛ I have no idea who you are but I respect your vibe. ❜

❛ Are you new around here? ❜

❛ It’s nice to finally meet in person. ❜

❛ We don’t really know each other yet, but… I think we could get along. ❜

❛ Well, that was an interesting first impression. ❜

❛ Do you mind if I sit here? ❜

❛ I feel like I should know more about you than I do. ❜

❛ So… do we pretend we don’t know each other, or do we pretend we do? ❜

❛ Wait, are you the person I thought was a coat rack last week? ❜

❛ Oh, you’re taller than I imagined in my head. ❜

❛ You don’t look like a serial killer. That’s a good start. ❜

[SPILL] – Sender bumps into receiver and spills their coffee.

[WRONG NAME] – Sender accidentally calls receiver by the wrong name and freezes.

[DROP] – Sender drops something right at receiver’s feet and stumbles trying to pick it up.

[BRUSHED OFF] – Sender flinches when receiver brushes past without noticing.

[HESITANT] – Sender hesitates before offering a hand to help receiver up.

FRIENDS

❛ Congratulations, you’ve officially made my list of “people I tolerate.” ❜

❛ If we get arrested, I’m blaming you. ❜

❛ I like hanging out with you. ❜

❛ You always make the day a little better. ❜

❛ That was fun, we should do it again sometime. ❜

❛ Want to grab something to eat? My treat. ❜

❛ You’re so easy to talk to. ❜

❛ Honestly, I didn’t expect us to get along this well. ❜

❛ Why do we always end up in weird situations together? ❜

❛ If we had a sitcom, it’d be canceled after one episode. ❜

❛ I don’t know if we’re friends or just two people who roast each other a lot. ❜

❛ You make me laugh so much it’s suspicious. ❜

❛ I can’t believe we just spent three hours talking about nothing. ❜

❛ It’s been a while! I missed this. ❜

❛ You always know how to cheer me up. ❜

❛ Why do you always know what I’m thinking? ❜

❛ Let’s do something spontaneous. ❜

❛ Don’t worry, I already told everyone we’re a package deal. ❜

❛ You know I’d never let anyone else see me like this, right? ❜

❛ Okay, but if we’re friends, I get the cool nickname rights. ❜

❛ I trust you, you know? ❜

❛ You’re a good friend. ❜

❛ Thanks for always being there. ❜

❛ I don’t laugh like this with anyone else. ❜

❛ I feel like I can be myself with you. ❜

❛ You’re stuck with me now. ❜

❛ You know I only text you because I’m bored, right? ❜

❛ Okay, let’s go make some bad decisions together. ❜

❛ Wow you're a disaster. You're lucky you’re my favorite disaster. ❜

❛ I’d fight a raccoon for you. Not a bear. But a raccoon. ❜

❛ I volunteer us to be the comedic relief in someone else’s tragic backstory. ❜

❛ You’re my favorite clown, and I mean that with love. ❜

❛ We’re not a duo. We’re a legally recognized natural disaster. ❜

❛ Stop making me laugh in serious situations. People think I’m unstable. ❜

[PHOTO BOMB] – Sender leaps into receiver’s selfie at the last second.

[MESSY HUG] – Sender hugs receiver but picks them up and spins them around

[ANNOYING SONG] – Sender sings obnoxiously loud right in receiver’s ear.

[CARE PACKAGE] – Sender leaves something on receiver’s desk/doorstep without a note.

[LINGERING GOODBYE] – Sender takes a little too long to say goodbye.

[SHUTTER] – Sender snaps a candid photo of receiver and laughs when caught.

BEST FRIENDS

❛ If we’re not buried next to each other, I’ll haunt whoever planned it. ❜

❛ I know where all your skeletons are buried. Literally. ❜

❛ You’re basically my emotional support human. ❜

❛ We’d 100% survive a horror movie because we’d be too weird for the monster. ❜

❛ You’re the first person I want to tell everything to. ❜

❛ I don’t know what I’d do without you. ❜

❛ We’ve been through so much together. ❜

❛ You know me better than anyone else. ❜

❛ You’re like family to me. ❜

❛ I feel safe when you’re around. ❜

❛ Is this a best friend thing, or a soulmates-who-didn’t-read-the-instructions thing? ❜

❛ If we ever get matching tattoos, it’s going to be a slice of pizza. ❜

❛ You know you’ve ruined me for all other friendships, right? ❜

❛ People think we’re weird. I think they’re right. ❜

❛ Sometimes I think you understand me more than I do myself. ❜

❛ Are we just best friends, or something more? ❜

❛ You’re my favorite person. ❜

❛ If someone annoys you, I’ll just stand behind you and glare. ❜

❛ You’re the peanut butter to my extremely allergic jelly. ❜

❛ If I ever die, you’re responsible for deleting my search history. ❜

❛ No matter what happens, you’re my constant. ❜

❛ I don’t have to pretend with you. ❜

❛ People ask if we’re dating. No, babe, we’re feral. There’s a difference. ❜

❛ You’re always the one I run to. ❜

❛ If we get married to other people, they’re just going to have to deal with me third-wheeling forever. ❜

❛ You know we share a brain cell, right? ❜

❛ Best friends? Nah, we’re a cult of two. ❜

❛ I like you more than food. That’s serious. ❜

❛ I’ve never been closer to anyone than I am to you. ❜

❛ What would I even be without you? ❜

❛ Do you think we’re too close for just friends? ❜

❛ If anyone ever hurts you, I’ll destroy them. Emotionally. And maybe financially. ❜

❛ It’s not codependency, it’s… okay, it’s codependency. ❜

❛ Are we best friends, or just two idiots who won’t let go? ❜

❛ You’re the only one who can handle my brand of weird without calling the cops. ❜

❛ Bestie, we need to schedule a joint feral episode. ❜

[PHONE] – Sender steals receiver’s phone and starts taking cursed selfies on it.

[BONK] – Sender lightly knocks their head against receiver’s shoulder as a form of greeting.

[SQUISH] – Sender grabs receiver’s cheeks and squishes them together mid-sentence.

[HAND CUFF] – Sender grabs receiver’s hand in a moment of fear and doesn’t release.

[STAYING UP] – Sender stays up all night talking with receiver.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

❛ This is so casual I might wear socks next time. ❜

❛ We said no strings, right? ❜

❛ This is just for fun… unless you want it to be more? ❜

❛ If you start making heart eyes, I’m leaving. ❜

❛ We should have an official FWB handbook. Step one: snacks. ❜

❛ Don’t look at me like that. It complicates things. ❜

❛ So… are we still just friends? ❜

❛ I can’t tell if we’re ruining this or making it better. ❜

❛ Should we come up with a safe word, or just wing it? ❜

❛ You know, for something casual, this is alarmingly fun. ❜

❛ I’m starting to suspect this friendship isn’t very platonic. ❜

❛ No one has to know. ❜

❛ Is this Netflix and chill or like, chaotic energy and mild regret? ❜

❛ That was supposed to be a one-time thing. ❜

❛ You know this changes everything, right? ❜

❛ If anyone finds out, we’re both dead. ❜

❛ Are we gonna debrief this like a business meeting? ❜

❛ Tell me you’re not catching feelings. ❜

❛ You’re addictive, you know that? ❜

❛ Is it weird to fist-bump after? Asking for a friend. ❜

❛ This is dangerous. We can’t keep doing this. ❜

❛ So, uh, you wanna get brunch after? Totally normal brunch. ❜

❛ You’re making this harder than it has to be. ❜

❛ Is this casual? It doesn’t feel casual. ❜

❛ Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen. ❜

❛ You said we wouldn’t cross that line… and then we did. ❜

❛ I think we crossed into something we can’t undo. ❜

[TOUCH] – Sender trails fingers along receiver’s arm absentmindedly.

[KABEDON] – Sender playfully pins receiver to the wall and whispers something in their ear.

[CLOSER] – Sender pulls receiver closer by the waistband.

[LINGERING STARE] – Sender watches receiver a little too long before looking away.

[PHOTO] - Sender sends Receiver a nude.

[QUIET] – Sender dresses quietly, trying not to wake receiver.

LOVERS

❛ You feel like home. ❜

❛ I can’t stop thinking about you. ❜

❛ When I look at you, everything else just fades away. ❜

❛ I’m only with you for your snacks. ❜

❛ I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. ❜

❛ You’re so cute it makes me want to fight God. ❜

❛ I want you, only you. ❜

❛ I’m falling for you. ❜

❛ You make everything better just by existing. ❜

❛ Do you want the last bite? Just kidding, I already ate it. ❜

❛ You make me want to be a better person. Or at least a funnier one. ❜

❛ Being with you makes the world softer. ❜

❛ You have no idea how much I love you. ❜

❛ When I said “I want to hold you,” I didn’t mean like a hostage. ❜

❛ I don’t ever want to lose you. ❜

❛ It scares me how much you mean to me. ❜

❛ I want forever with you. ❜

❛ You’re the best part of my life. ❜

❛ You’re mine. ❜

❛ I’m yours. Always. ❜

❛ I love the way you look at me. ❜

❛ Kiss me again. ❜

❛ You’re lucky you’re hot because wow, you’re annoying. ❜

❛ Our love language is memes and existential dread. ❜

❛ My kink is you existing in my general vicinity. ❜

❛ I’d die for you but I’d also dramatically complain about it first. ❜

❛ You’re my entire personality now. ❜

[AMBUSH] – Sender grabs receiver by the collar and kisses them out of nowhere.

[JACKET] – Sender throws their jacket over receiver’s shoulders without asking.

[BOOP] – Sender boops receiver on the nose and looks smug about it.

[LAP] – Sender rests their head in receiver’s lap without warning.

[RAIN SHIELD] – Sender covers receiver’s head with their jacket when it starts raining.

[PLEASE] – Sender grabs receiver’s hand desperately to stop them from walking away.

[CHEF BOYARDEE] – Sender tries (and fails) to cook something for receiver

[HOME CHEF] – Sender successfully cooks something for receiver

[HAND KISS] – Sender lifts receiver’s hand and presses a soft kiss to their knuckles.

[BED HEAD] – Sender combs their fingers through receiver’s hair gently.

SPOUSES

❛ Our marriage is just us arguing about takeout and Netflix, huh? ❜

❛ You still snore like a chainsaw, by the way. ❜

❛ It’s us against the world, always. ❜

❛ I can’t believe how lucky I got with you. ❜

❛ You know me better than anyone else ever could. ❜

❛ You’re my partner in everything. ❜

❛ We built a life together. ❜

❛ This ring means I legally get to annoy you forever. ❜

❛ If we ever get a divorce, I’m keeping all your hoodies. ❜

❛ After all these years, I still choose you. ❜

❛ Thank you for loving me when I didn’t deserve it. ❜

❛ You’re my Roman Empire. ❜

❛ You’re my favorite pain in the ass. And I mean that lovingly. Mostly. ❜

❛ We’ve been together so long that I can communicate with you entirely via sighs. ❜

❛ I like waking up next to you every day. ❜

❛ Marriage isn’t always easy, but it’s worth it with you. ❜

❛ This relationship has turned into an endless “who’s funnier” competition and I’m winning. ❜

❛ I wouldn’t trade this for anything. ❜

❛ We’ve been married so long, our arguments have seasons. ❜

❛ I fell in love with you because you were weird. I stayed because now we’re weird together. ❜

❛ You’re my home. Always have been. ❜

❛ Grow old with me. ❜

❛ We’ve been through hell and back, but we’re still standing. ❜

❛ You make even ordinary days feel special. ❜

❛ This ring means everything to me. ❜

❛ Let’s never stop choosing each other. ❜

❛ I still get butterflies, even now. ❜

❛ I’d marry you all over again. But maybe with better catering. ❜

❛ We’ve merged into one person who just yells at Alexa. ❜

[ICICLE FEET] – Sender sticks cold feet under receiver’s legs with an evil grin.

[SPIDER SACRIFICE] – Sender points silently at a spider and hides behind receiver.

[KITCHEN SLOW DANCE] – Sender grabs receiver’s hands and starts a slow dance

[TREMBLE] – Sender ties receiver’s tie or scarf with trembling hands.

[STOLEN SIP] – Sender takes a sip of receiver’s drink without asking and walks away.

[BACK HUG] – Sender hugs receiver from behind after a tense situation.

[INTERRUPT] – Sender kisses receiver mid-sentence to shut them up.

[GROCERY] – Sender tries to carry all the groceries at once and dramatically fails.

[SOCK SLIDE] – Sender runs and slides across the floor in socks, nearly colliding with receiver.

[HERO] – Sender shows up with receiver’s favorite food

[FRY HEIST] – Sender steals a fry off receiver’s plate, makes direct eye contact, and eats it very slowly.

ENEMIES

❛ Oh great, it’s you again. ❜

❛ Did you practice being this annoying or were you just born with it? ❜

❛ If eye rolls could kill, you’d be dead already. ❜

❛ I hate how much space you take up in my head. ❜

❛ You really think I’d forgive you for that? ❜

❛ You’re the last person I wanted to see today. ❜

❛ Stay out of my way. ❜

❛ You don’t scare me. ❜

❛ I don’t trust you. I never will. ❜

❛ We’re not allies. We’re not friends. We’re nothing. ❜

❛ You think you’re better than me? ❜

❛ I won’t forget what you did. ❜

❛ I’d say you’re the worst, but that feels like a compliment. ❜

❛ Why do you exist? Genuinely curious. ❜

❛ I’d rather hug a cactus than be civil to you. ❜

❛ If you vanished, I’d throw a party. ❜

❛ Please, keep talking. Your nonsense fuels me. ❜

❛ You ruined everything. ❜

❛ Why do you always have to be here? ❜

❛ I’d rather be anywhere but near you. ❜

❛ You have the personality of a wet sock. ❜

❛ Get out of my way before I make you. ❜

❛ You have no idea how much I hate you. ❜

❛ You can try, but you’ll never beat me. ❜

❛ You’re nothing to me. ❜

❛ Do you ever get tired of being a pain in my ass? ❜

❛ Why are you everywhere? Go be annoying somewhere else. ❜

❛ Wow, you’re still alive. Disappointing. ❜

❛ If you talk, I’m leaving. ❜

[SHOULDER CHECK] – Sender intentionally bumps into receiver’s shoulder hard.

[MIMIC] – Sender imitates every movement receiver makes until they snap.

[PAPER BALL] – Sender throws a crumpled paper ball at receiver from across the room.

[HAND HOVER] – Sender almost reaches to wipe blood off receiver’s face but stops.

[UNWANTED CARE] – Sender bandages receiver’s wound, avoiding eye contact.

[CHAIR STEAL] – Sender steals the seat receiver was just about to sit in.

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Bucky waved a hand towards the fridge in a vague gesture of assent, but she also said, pointedly, "Don't think you're gettin' outta this that easy, Rikki. Nothin' stoppin' us from talkin' while you put stuff away."

She knew that her not-exactly-sister worried about her, worried perhaps a bit too much, but even when Bucky found it irritating, she was still aware that Rikki's heart was in the right place. And at least in this case, it wasn't the worrying that had Bucky feeling so unhappy. It was the snooping, which felt to Bucky like a violation of her trust and privacy. She'd had reasons for not confiding in Rikki, but if the girl was really that desperate to know what was going on, she should have asked. Instead, she'd gone ferreting around behind Bucky's back, and Bucky had to say that she wasn't exactly impressed by that choice.

"You wanna tell me why you didn't just talk to me?" she asked. "Could've saved yourself a lotta trouble if you'd just sat down and had a conversation, y'know? And lemme tell ya, if you'd done that, I wouldn't be half as annoyed as I am right now, either."

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Bucky shook her head and said, "Not really. I mean, it was a weird moment, but I'm askin' more because...well, you try to hide it, but I can tell that it bothers you. That not-knowing feeling. Sometimes it's like I can practically see it eatin' at you."

It wasn't a feeling that Bucky had personally experienced -- she'd grown up with both of her parents, after all -- but it was one she recognized, because Natasha struggled with it, too. The Black Widow, who had been rescued from a burning building as an infant, knew nothing at all about her birth family. The only clue she'd ever had was the name that the woman trapped by the flames had given to Ivan Petrovich just before succumbing to the smoke, and though Natasha had spent many years searching for some record of her parents, she'd only hit dead end after dead end.

But Andi had been born in the modern age, not in 1928, and though her mother had vanished, she hadn't grown up as an orphan. Her father had raised her -- until he'd been murdered -- and that meant that Andi ought to have a very specific document, one that Natasha had never had.

"Ain't your mother's name on your birth certificate?" Bucky asked. "I mean, I know you were born in the back of your dad's truck, but you and your mother still got taken to the hospital afterwards, right? To get checked over and all that? The hospital would've started fillin' out the paperwork the day you were born. It'd be real weird for the government to issue a birth certificate without her name, considerin' she hadn't walked out on you yet."

[ramunaee]

bucky warmup for today cuz i rewatched thunderbolts* again recently and i think shes so cute when she tucks her hair eueuuu

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Optional: they’ve returned from the dead

[oftomorrow]

Clark turns his head, sees the way she's covering herself, and promptly turns scarlet as he forces his attention forward again. "No! I swear I don't. And it's not even like — it's like an x-ray. I'd just see a skeleton. Promise."

He gestures towards his face. "The glasses stop that, too. And it's hard to do on command. They're... well, they're all kinda hard to do on command."

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"...Well, all right," Bucky said, after sizing Clark up for another long moment. "I mean, like I said before, you're still Clark Kent, right? Pretty sure you ain't even kissed a gal yet. You're too much of a gentleman."

She uncrossed her arms and leaned back against the couch cushions, saying, "I dunno, Clark. Seems to me like you did a whole buncha things on command just fine when it counted. Findin' me and Kitty, catchin' that beam -- and I still ain't sure exactly how you got us outta that apartment. Felt like one second we were in there, and the next we were out, so fast I didn't even have time to blink."

[gallowsheart]

It was a long pause even by human standards. For Friday, it was an eternity. Her processing power worked far faster and more efficiently than any human brain. Not that Jane Barnes was considered fully human anymore, strictly speaking. Friday hadn't done any extensive research into the mechanics of the winter soldier program, not because she couldn't but because it hadn't interested her until now. She mentally flagged the item as a priority on her to-do list and sent a query into the digital archives.

There was no such thing as confidential from Friday, not anymore. Not surprisingly, HYDRA didn't grasp the full implications of what they'd created with her. Without a handler to keep her in check, she'd developed far past their original hopes for her. Given enough time, she thought she'd be able to hack into just about any of their files, no matter how black. If it existed somewhere digitally, then it wasn't safe from her. The Winter Soldier's real identity was just the tip of the black ops iceberg of things she knew that almost no one left alive had access to. Truly, her mind was wasted in this shithole.

Her giggle sounded utterly human, if not for the fact that no human would have summoned a laugh in this place, under these circumstances. The idea that HYDRA had made a sexy female robot for protection was, indeed, laughable. "HYDRA didn't make me like this to protect things, at least not as a primary function. Is there something in particular I can locate for you?" She didn't have to look at them to tap into them, and behind her, a computer hummed to life, her interface easily bypassing the credential checks.

She would have killed any loyal agent who wandered in here. A few had gone that way, and she hadn't entirely ruled it out for Jane either, depending on what she wanted. She was curious to see what that was. Once, the Winter Soldier had been one of HYDRA's most loyal, but it was possible she hadn't chosen that any more than Friday had. Her query had turned up several hits, and her background processing was scanning through the files as they spoke.

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"I got no idea what HYDRA made you for," Jane said mildly. "I can think of a few different possibilities, though." She paused for a moment and then added, "Some more fucked up than others." After all, men were always men, regardless of whichever specific cause they might have pledged themselves to, and it wasn't like companies weren't already manufacturing dolls to satisfy the kind of troglodyte who couldn't handle an actual woman with a functioning brain.

"You laugh," she continued, "but protection wouldn't've been a half bad idea. Some HYDRA bigwig shows up to a party with a pretty girl on his arm, people are gonna assume she's just eye candy. Nobody'd think she was a robot -- sorry, I mean a synthetic -- bodyguard, and that means that anybody who tried to attack that HYDRA bigwig would be in for one helluva surprise."

Department X, Jane knew, had done that kind of thing with their Black Widows all the time, and HYDRA had had almost as many moles in there as they'd had inside SHIELD. They'd surely stolen a trick or two (or hundred) from Karpov over the decades.

Once more, Jane fell silent, studying the synthetic's face. "Look," she finally said. "You're being weirdly helpful for a HYDRA creation, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why. Care to enlighten me as to what your goal here is?"

She had to admit that she was puzzled. After all, it hadn't been terribly difficult for Jane to enter this base, which meant that probably wouldn't have been difficult for the synthetic to exit it, either. But she hadn't, nor did she seem to have made any effort to contact what was left of HYDRA. It was true that the organization had been in shambles in the immediate aftermath of Project Insight's spectacular demise, which was why it had taken them over a month simply to realize that the Winter Soldier hadn't been killed in the helicarrier crash. But the various Heads had pulled a substantial chunk of HYDRA back together since then, and Jane was pretty sure that if this synthetic had reached out to them, they would have sent someone to investigate.

[murder-popsicle]

[oftomorrow]

"I think we're still human," Clark replies after a long moment. "Well, Kryptonian, in my case. But we're still us. Just... a little different than we were before." Physically and emotionally, in both their cases.

"The things that happened to us can't undo who we are. Not if we don't let them." It's said with more conviction than he really feels. Much like Bucky, that question still hangs in his chest. It probably will for the rest of this second life he's been given.

[murder-popsicle]

"I mean, you're right on that point," Bucky said. "You're still Clark Kent. And I'm still Bucky Barnes. But I'm not lyin' awake askin' myself who I am. I know damn well who I am. What I ain't sure of anymore is what I am. Those are two different questions."

She fell silent for a moment, studying Clark's face, and then said, "I dunno if this'll help, but you know they got support groups and stuff out there for organ donation recipients, right? To help with" -- she gestured vaguely in the direction of Clark's chest -- "how it feels havin' somebody else's parts inside you. I hear it's kinda weird for most people, and they don't even know their donors. You got yours from your father-in-law. Don't tell me that's not making you feel out of whack."

Bucky would be the first to admit that she didn't trust any psychiatrist farther than she could throw them, but support groups were a different animal. She'd been going to Sam's veteran group on and off for a few years now, and it had been more helpful than all the headshrinkers SHIELD had thrown at her put together. Sometimes what a person needed was the company of other people who were going through the same thing. That was the whole reason Clark was sitting at her kitchen table right now instead of visiting Batman or his friend Lana, wasn't it? He didn't just want company. He wanted to talk to someone else who'd died and come back again.