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“His memories are foggy,” says Joe Russo. “But he has them. He’s also different now. There’s a part of his personality that was under mind control, and he murdered a lot of people. So he’s got a very complicated history. Who is that person? How does that character move forward? He’s not Bucky Barnes anymore. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore. He’s something in between.” - [x]
“ I prefer ta think of myself as the rakish anti-hero, ” Remy muses, an amused grin pulling up his lips. “ Y’know, like Tramp. You just let me know if you wanna share a plate of spaghetti sometime, alright? ”
“Sometime, huh?”
They told him to be leary of this guy, but he seems harmless enough, rakish anti-hero status notwithstanding.
If anyone’s a threat here, it’s Bucky--the very same Bucky who hasn’t had fun in about seven decades.
“How’s sometime tonight sound?”
“Are you sure you’re a super hero and not a handsome Disney villain?”
The Disney villain that appears as a potential romantic love interest and antithesis to the pure, wonder bread prince archetype. It's not a bad look--he just never expected to see it on an actual human being.
[ It’s been...a really long time since I’ve been on this blog but I’m gonna give it another shot so. Like for a starter? ]
[ /crawls out from under a rock/ Does anyone rp in the DC fandom? ]
[ he’s also not used to the purring yet. never will be over the thrill it brings him, especially when practically fed to him. he closes his eyes for a second, enjoying the intimacy of it. it’s like a proper breath of fresh air.
but it doesn’t last because, apparently, no matter how long it’s been, bucky’s gotta be a smart ass about something. he flicks his arm in answer and jerks his thumb towards the back of the ship. ]
“Dum Dum’s doing some grunt repairs right now. Fixing the air conditioning unit so it doesn’t smell something awful every time it comes on.”
[ he doesn’t mention the medical droid. steve’s been busy too, thank you very much. ]
”Leaving my shit everywhere, is that how it is? I’d like to remind you who just kicked their boots anywhere,” he chided, but it’s far from a serious reprimand. ”Don’t you dare take off on me again. I need at least a week of Bucky time.”
[ So this damn twerp has been hacking up a lung for months, typical. Sarah isn't around anymore to whip up a remedy for him every time his asthma got bad, but apparently Steve's sense of self-preservation hasn't noticed. ]
"You're a dumb-ass," he's already planning to devote the next few days to fixing the freaking thing, "And be careful what you wish for, because I'm taking three months of leave, at least. Surprise."
[ He's also plotting all the one-on-one time he's been craving with his boy. Lots of cuddling and picking fights with the locals, gets his blood stirring.
Of course, he has to be careful about picking on those poor bastards these days; he's not a kitten anymore, and he still doesn't know the full guage of his own strength. ]
"You'll have plenty of time to tell me about the new and exciting developments in your life."
[ You’d think Steve would be used to it by now. But it still makes him laugh when Bucky says stuff like that. It still manages to make him blush a little and he makes a half hearted noise of protest, but he sidles up to Bucky anyway.
Because he’s missed him too. A hell of a lot. He understand the need for structure among the new order. There’s been enough mistakes in the past. But that means that sometimes he’s got to be away for months at a time. But Bucky’s got good work to do too, so it’s probably a good thing.
But it still feels awful. So he settles himself neatly into Bucky’s arms, fingers following the familiar path to the base of his skull and scratching through the hair lightly. ]
“Hey, you rascal.”
[ He hasn't had his ears scratched in months, holy shit. He angles into Steve's mouth with a purr, gentle on the teeth. ]
"Missed you, doll," he rumbles, feeling it stronger than he ever has, "Howler ain't the same without you leaving your shit everywhere."
[ Negotiations weren't the same either--though that was probably an improvement considering Steve was the least personable, most suspicious outlaw in five galaxies.
Bucky loves him, anyway. ]
"How are those droids coming along? Don't tell me they're not done yet--I might take off again outta spite."
[ Dum Dum can wait, but Bucky doesn't like thinking about Steve on this dusty hellhole without a functioning medic droid. It gives him furballs just thinking about it. ]
"Stevie--!"
[ He hops out of his boots, eyes adjusting to the shade inside their literal hole-in-the-wall. Gods, it's been ages.
But he was able to move a lot of cargo, help a lot of people--and shamefully, he thinks that's worth not seeing his boy as often as he should, even if it doesn't feel that way.
Either way, coming home to this awful fucking planet is the best possible reward. ]
"I'm hooooome! Let me sniff you, asshole."
[ She sits, leans back. He can think what he wants about her whys.] “They’re people not too happy with a mission you carried out. They want to neutralize you, in very public, very dramatic revenge: it will bump them up over anyone else fighting them for political power. Most of the world sees HYDRA as American - the punchline is they’re not wrong - so it’s a middle finger to the superpower, too. They could do all that with a body double with a convincing fake metal arm, but now they’ve got enough resources to make them overconfident, and they want the real thing.”
[ he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to appreciate chatty, but she’s not about to change for him. She crosses her legs at the knee. ]
“And the guys funding them, they want some of the technology you’re carrying around. Something nobody can reproduce.”
[ She tilts her head, indicating his arm. His other arm. Grins. ]
“Sucks, being one of a kind.”
[ And somehow, he'd prefer any government funded American agency over anything to do with this.
His left arm twitches. Don't look at it. ]
"So it's going to be a public execution? Or are they going to brand me like a cow and claim their territory?"
[ He wonders--not that he would, anyway--if seeking out the higher power and bequeathing them his "technology" would satisfy them. Cut the middle man out and maybe sleep with both eyes closed.
Regardless, this means he needs to stop hanging around D.C. There are...people he's endangered too much already, and wistfully watching their morning run from afar wasn't worth their life.
These bigwigs know his weakness, know he was created in the first place to be the perfect antithesis to his natural ally. A sick joke. ]
"Is it A.I.M?" he prompts, because it really fucking sounds like A.I.M. He doesn't remember much about his time as a POW (seems too innocent a word, and isn't that fucked up?) but he does recall Hydra lamenting he existence of an organization that was only occasionally an ally. An organization that made frequent moves to "borrow" him.
"Don't give me that passive aggressive bullshit. 'M not something you can take notes on."
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"Yeah. He’s with me, or rather, I’m with him. [ Sam’s not afraid of him, not yet at least, but holds himself with a modicum of wariness, friendly, but aware. they’ve come this far, always on the look the for this one man. it would be prudent not to fuck it up. ] "Yeah, I work down at the V.A. with the vets. Sam Wilson.”
"I know your name, soldier."
[ Just as this man must know who he is--or at least, who they think he is. The asset has observed too much outside the realm of plausibility to just accept that he is Bucky Barnes.
Memories can be implanted, with sorcery or technology. This isn't new to him. ]
"I need psychological therapy to continue functioning. Is this V.A secure?"
”Soldier.”
.{ she expects the request before it even happens; no one calls her without needing a favour; well, not any more at least—or not often. she schools her voice to nothingness, tells the cab she’s in to stop for a moment. }
”Tell me where you are and I’ll tell you if I’m in town. Or side of the world. I’m not doing anything important right now.”
"New York. Brooklyn, specifically."
[ It's risky being here, he knows that. But goddamn Clint had needed some sort of assistance, it was painfully clear, and he'd volunteered. The guy still wasn't entirely sold on him, and Bucky wanted to earn the allies he had left. ]
"I can be on the move in an hour, if you're not in town. Don't want you to be too put out."
"There’s a lot of hims out there, man." [ Grin half cocked and ready, shoulders drags up in an easy shrug. Pressing his luck isn’t the best of ideas, it’s not the brightest idea— but what’s life if you don’t test fate? ] "You want to try specifics?"
"You know who I mean."
[ The asset doesn't appreciate the overt sass. He wouldn't kill the man from the bridge, the helicarrier--but he thinks he could kill this one.
Maybe. ]
"You work with soldiers, yes?"
