Sylvester ‘Liam’ Barnes

I was called Alpine before the cat made it cool.

[pineneedle-barnes]

((So uh third times the charm with this blog??? I suffered making this because I wanted to ask in character but I couldn’t do that from my mod blog so I made two new accounts and it’s a hastle to do that so I’ve sacrificed asking other rp blogs, I’ll just @ myself

Open RPS listed under #alpines chaos

Anyways, here’s the intro post : https://www.tumblr.com/pine-needle-barnes/784853299745718272/even-when-i-had-nothing-i-had-bucky

Part 67728381 of me being a dumbass despite having the highest test scores of my grade in math two years in a row:

Mod : @mun-chip

(Blog is run by a minor!!!)

PS : his age isn’t in any post BUT he is 17-19 in this blog (his TFAWS age is 16/17 and 19 is Thunderbolts*)

[your-fav-russian-assassin]

Fuck ICE

[pineneedle-barnes]

//ignore the first starter I sent, I didn't finish it srry

Ofeliya was still getting used to being in this other universe. Apparently she was told she needed to socialize more by her girlfriend. Ofeliya decided to start with her family. That couldn't be so bad right? She goes at his door, knocking, bouncing her leg. A habit her mom used to have.

@babys-got-a-gun

He’d been writing for a while, two notebooks sprawled across his desk, fish tank and a snake enclosure overlooking his cluttered workspace of post-its and colored pens. He’d been writing for two hours non-stop, and hadn’t reminded himself to eat or drink much of anything other than a handful of potato chips and an iced coffee. The knock on the door startles him from the trance-like writing and causing him to drop his pen, forcing him into a scramble.

“Uh- just- come in! Don’t mind the mess, okay?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

She tilts her head with a smile. "You sure?" Ofeliya would really let people in her place. This is all new for her. Her foot still bounces anxiously. What is she kidding? This is her brother. He won't hurt her. It's not a hoax. She should be able to trust him. But then again her parents ended up in the two organizations that used her as nothing more than a lap dog. A weapon. A gun. An object. Even the worda the Red Room engraved in her mind still remain.

I have no place in this world.

Her blue eyes the same color as James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes to some and the Winter Soldier to other are anywhere but Liam. She couldn't meet his eyes.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I mean, it’s probably urgent if you’re asking me of all people, I think, because I’m always doing something-“

He looks at her for a moment. Those eyes were as piercing as his father’s. It was almost unsettling to him, in a way. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he knew those eyes anywhere.

“Do I- do I know you? I don’t think we’ve met, but you look familiar. Your eyes, mostly.”

He gives her space to come into his dimly lit room, a floor lamp in one corner was lit, as well as the candles beside his bed and his desk lamp. It looked warm, mostly overcompensating for the cold temperature of the room. He still had his sleeves rolled up from writing, smudges of graphite across the metal of his arm barely noticeable.

[babys-got-a-gun]

She swallows, her face slightly pale. This was her brother. The same brother who she remembers used to still be with HYDRA. The brother that trained her, but never truly cared for her. The brother who would watch with a blank fucking brainwashed face as HYDRA tortured her.

But he seemed so kind. She takes a deep breath. No. She isn't going to show weakness. Her face remains neutral as she shrugs. "I have that face sometimes."

She manages to not swallow the lump in her throat. Her eyes. Their father's eyes. Her leg still bounces anxiously. "You look familiar too." She says and then regrets it. How could she tell him that she knew him from another horrible universe where HYDRA won. Where he was a mere soldier to them and she never got to truly get to know her brother.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Are you okay? You’re uh- you look sick.” He motions for her to sit on the corner of his bed. He reached over for a bottle of water from his desk to hand to her. It crinkles from his metal hand, a little bit of strength he’d forgotten he had.

“it’s opened, but I don’t drink from bottles. I just drink from my mugs. Weird habit, I know.” He grabs one of his half filled mugs and sips the water from it. “Or I can get you some tea?” He tried to be nice to people like this. He’d bet good money on her knowing he was from hydra and had expected him to be dangerous. He’d spent good time working on that, so it always hurt to see people look at him like that.

“I look familiar to you? How so? I don’t have any siblings- biologically, at least.” He sits next to her, swirling his water around in the mug idly. He always had that habit, always moving around. He had pinned it on hydra, making him jumpy and nervous at a near constant level. He’d found it funny, in a way, how still he was as a child. Maybe it was just his body making up for years of energy wasted on missions instead of drawing or truly living.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofe finally sits on the bed and takes a deep breath. She laughs, because she knows what she's about to tell him will probably sound crazy. "You're not going to believe me." Ofeliya tried to say it louder, but that oddly comes out soft.

What's she supposed to say? 'Hi, I'm your biological half sister on your Dad's side and I knew you from HYDRA in my universe which dominated the world and now I'm in your universe.'

Ofeliya's leg still bounces and she sighs and takes out Bucky's dog tags and rubs her thumb on the writing on them. It is the only thing she had left of her father. Not the Winter Soldier. But James 'Bucky' Barnes. From her universe of course. She hasn't even met the one in this universe yet.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I was snapped out of existence for five years. My dad is a former assassin turned hero. I’m pretty sure I’ll believe you.” He sighs. It’s certainly not what he’d thought she’d act like.

he looks at the dog tags for a moment, pausing in what could almost be described as fear before forcing himself to look normal. “Where- where did you get those? How did you even get here- why did I not ask that sooner?”

He’s jumpy now, reaching for a gun that he doesn’t have on him and he silently curses himself. He was so good about staying armed at all times. He improvises, holding his arm out as if it were a shield as he stands up and backs away from her.

“I haven’t seen you around, so tell me- who the fuck are you, why are you here, and what do you want with me?” He backs up to his dresser, opening a drawer of pants and grabbing a pocket knife from the drawer. He shuts it right after, pointing it at her.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya notices the knife, but her expression remains calm. "I'm your half sister from another universe." She just says flat out. Probably not the best move since he's holding a knife, but at least it's the truth.

"My universe was hell. You were there, but not as you are now. Cause in my universe, HYDRA and Dreykov won and the Avengers lost. All the Avengers were either dead or brainwashed by HYDRA or the Red Room. You and our Dad, James Buchanan Barnes were two of the ones with HYDRA." She pauses briefly letting him process. She knows it's probably crazy to him.

"I escaped and my girlfriend and best friend have been on the run for months until we fell through a portal to your world. These dog tags are all I have left of my universe's Папа." The entire time she speaks her voice is calm. "You don't have to believe me, but I know you can tell I'm not lying." She remembered that the Liam from her universe was pretty good at reading people just as she was.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He pauses. He doesn’t lower the knife until she finishes, folding it up and slipping it into his pocket instead of its home.

“So you know me like that.” He sounds almost sad, that her only knowledge of him is from being a killer. “If you’re from there, can you at least tell me how good of a brother I was? Did I not escape with you?..”

He doesn’t know why he asks it, why it flies to the front of his mind, but he has to know how that version of him treated people. It’s meaningless, he knows that, but it would give him the chance to show he isn’t one of them anymore. Maybe it would even make her feel welcome.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya hesitates, her leg bouncing slightly again. "I mean you did train me...occasionally." she says leaving it at that. Ofe knew that she couldn't hide her expression anymore and that he could tell the truth she wasn't saying from her sad eyes.

He was a horrible brother to her. She tried to get through to him but couldn't, because HYDRA had him on a leash. She swallows. "I tried to be a good sister to you too. Sometimes I wondered if I did something wrong."

Ofeliya clutches the dog tags a little harder, her eyes filled with pain. "Seems not only did I fail the Avengers, but you too. I ran like a coward." Ofeliya didn't know why she said that. It just came out. Not many people have seen her this vulnerable. Her friends have never, but her girlfriend and parents have. Her family. The Survivor's guilt of it all still haunts her.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I- I’m so sorry, if that helps at all.” He takes a small step away from her, hoping to make her just a bit more comfortable. He hates this- not knowing exactly what he’d done to her in that universe but knowing it was horrible. He didn’t know if he should feel guilty or not, but either way there was still that feeling of pure dread in his stomach.

“Believe me on this, you’ve not done anything wrong. I do get the feeling though,” he says softly. He can’t look up at her anymore, fiddling with his hair. “Guess hydra just does that to people. Makes you feel wrong for the slightest bit of humanity.”

“He’ll be fine, I think. He’s tough. I’m sure he’s worried about you.” It feels like a lie to say the last part, but he’s trying his best to bring her hopes up. “You haven’t failed anyone. It’ll be fine.” He awkwardly stands there, trying to look at her reassuringly, but sort of just looks concerned and vaguely hopeful.

“Oh- uh- just one question,” he tacks on, “does he have his arm or- I’m just asking because he sounds loyal and I lost mine from trying to escape and.. it didn’t end well.”

[pineneedle-barnes]

//ignore the first starter I sent, I didn't finish it srry

Ofeliya was still getting used to being in this other universe. Apparently she was told she needed to socialize more by her girlfriend. Ofeliya decided to start with her family. That couldn't be so bad right? She goes at his door, knocking, bouncing her leg. A habit her mom used to have.

@babys-got-a-gun

He’d been writing for a while, two notebooks sprawled across his desk, fish tank and a snake enclosure overlooking his cluttered workspace of post-its and colored pens. He’d been writing for two hours non-stop, and hadn’t reminded himself to eat or drink much of anything other than a handful of potato chips and an iced coffee. The knock on the door startles him from the trance-like writing and causing him to drop his pen, forcing him into a scramble.

“Uh- just- come in! Don’t mind the mess, okay?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

She tilts her head with a smile. "You sure?" Ofeliya would really let people in her place. This is all new for her. Her foot still bounces anxiously. What is she kidding? This is her brother. He won't hurt her. It's not a hoax. She should be able to trust him. But then again her parents ended up in the two organizations that used her as nothing more than a lap dog. A weapon. A gun. An object. Even the worda the Red Room engraved in her mind still remain.

I have no place in this world.

Her blue eyes the same color as James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes to some and the Winter Soldier to other are anywhere but Liam. She couldn't meet his eyes.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I mean, it’s probably urgent if you’re asking me of all people, I think, because I’m always doing something-“

He looks at her for a moment. Those eyes were as piercing as his father’s. It was almost unsettling to him, in a way. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he knew those eyes anywhere.

“Do I- do I know you? I don’t think we’ve met, but you look familiar. Your eyes, mostly.”

He gives her space to come into his dimly lit room, a floor lamp in one corner was lit, as well as the candles beside his bed and his desk lamp. It looked warm, mostly overcompensating for the cold temperature of the room. He still had his sleeves rolled up from writing, smudges of graphite across the metal of his arm barely noticeable.

[babys-got-a-gun]

She swallows, her face slightly pale. This was her brother. The same brother who she remembers used to still be with HYDRA. The brother that trained her, but never truly cared for her. The brother who would watch with a blank fucking brainwashed face as HYDRA tortured her.

But he seemed so kind. She takes a deep breath. No. She isn't going to show weakness. Her face remains neutral as she shrugs. "I have that face sometimes."

She manages to not swallow the lump in her throat. Her eyes. Their father's eyes. Her leg still bounces anxiously. "You look familiar too." She says and then regrets it. How could she tell him that she knew him from another horrible universe where HYDRA won. Where he was a mere soldier to them and she never got to truly get to know her brother.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Are you okay? You’re uh- you look sick.” He motions for her to sit on the corner of his bed. He reached over for a bottle of water from his desk to hand to her. It crinkles from his metal hand, a little bit of strength he’d forgotten he had.

“it’s opened, but I don’t drink from bottles. I just drink from my mugs. Weird habit, I know.” He grabs one of his half filled mugs and sips the water from it. “Or I can get you some tea?” He tried to be nice to people like this. He’d bet good money on her knowing he was from hydra and had expected him to be dangerous. He’d spent good time working on that, so it always hurt to see people look at him like that.

“I look familiar to you? How so? I don’t have any siblings- biologically, at least.” He sits next to her, swirling his water around in the mug idly. He always had that habit, always moving around. He had pinned it on hydra, making him jumpy and nervous at a near constant level. He’d found it funny, in a way, how still he was as a child. Maybe it was just his body making up for years of energy wasted on missions instead of drawing or truly living.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofe finally sits on the bed and takes a deep breath. She laughs, because she knows what she's about to tell him will probably sound crazy. "You're not going to believe me." Ofeliya tried to say it louder, but that oddly comes out soft.

What's she supposed to say? 'Hi, I'm your biological half sister on your Dad's side and I knew you from HYDRA in my universe which dominated the world and now I'm in your universe.'

Ofeliya's leg still bounces and she sighs and takes out Bucky's dog tags and rubs her thumb on the writing on them. It is the only thing she had left of her father. Not the Winter Soldier. But James 'Bucky' Barnes. From her universe of course. She hasn't even met the one in this universe yet.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I was snapped out of existence for five years. My dad is a former assassin turned hero. I’m pretty sure I’ll believe you.” He sighs. It’s certainly not what he’d thought she’d act like.

he looks at the dog tags for a moment, pausing in what could almost be described as fear before forcing himself to look normal. “Where- where did you get those? How did you even get here- why did I not ask that sooner?”

He’s jumpy now, reaching for a gun that he doesn’t have on him and he silently curses himself. He was so good about staying armed at all times. He improvises, holding his arm out as if it were a shield as he stands up and backs away from her.

“I haven’t seen you around, so tell me- who the fuck are you, why are you here, and what do you want with me?” He backs up to his dresser, opening a drawer of pants and grabbing a pocket knife from the drawer. He shuts it right after, pointing it at her.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya notices the knife, but her expression remains calm. "I'm your half sister from another universe." She just says flat out. Probably not the best move since he's holding a knife, but at least it's the truth.

"My universe was hell. You were there, but not as you are now. Cause in my universe, HYDRA and Dreykov won and the Avengers lost. All the Avengers were either dead or brainwashed by HYDRA or the Red Room. You and our Dad, James Buchanan Barnes were two of the ones with HYDRA." She pauses briefly letting him process. She knows it's probably crazy to him.

"I escaped and my girlfriend and best friend have been on the run for months until we fell through a portal to your world. These dog tags are all I have left of my universe's Папа." The entire time she speaks her voice is calm. "You don't have to believe me, but I know you can tell I'm not lying." She remembered that the Liam from her universe was pretty good at reading people just as she was.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He pauses. He doesn’t lower the knife until she finishes, folding it up and slipping it into his pocket instead of its home.

“So you know me like that.” He sounds almost sad, that her only knowledge of him is from being a killer. “If you’re from there, can you at least tell me how good of a brother I was? Did I not escape with you?..”

He doesn’t know why he asks it, why it flies to the front of his mind, but he has to know how that version of him treated people. It’s meaningless, he knows that, but it would give him the chance to show he isn’t one of them anymore. Maybe it would even make her feel welcome.

[pineneedle-barnes]

//ignore the first starter I sent, I didn't finish it srry

Ofeliya was still getting used to being in this other universe. Apparently she was told she needed to socialize more by her girlfriend. Ofeliya decided to start with her family. That couldn't be so bad right? She goes at his door, knocking, bouncing her leg. A habit her mom used to have.

@babys-got-a-gun

He’d been writing for a while, two notebooks sprawled across his desk, fish tank and a snake enclosure overlooking his cluttered workspace of post-its and colored pens. He’d been writing for two hours non-stop, and hadn’t reminded himself to eat or drink much of anything other than a handful of potato chips and an iced coffee. The knock on the door startles him from the trance-like writing and causing him to drop his pen, forcing him into a scramble.

“Uh- just- come in! Don’t mind the mess, okay?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

She tilts her head with a smile. "You sure?" Ofeliya would really let people in her place. This is all new for her. Her foot still bounces anxiously. What is she kidding? This is her brother. He won't hurt her. It's not a hoax. She should be able to trust him. But then again her parents ended up in the two organizations that used her as nothing more than a lap dog. A weapon. A gun. An object. Even the worda the Red Room engraved in her mind still remain.

I have no place in this world.

Her blue eyes the same color as James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes to some and the Winter Soldier to other are anywhere but Liam. She couldn't meet his eyes.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I mean, it’s probably urgent if you’re asking me of all people, I think, because I’m always doing something-“

He looks at her for a moment. Those eyes were as piercing as his father’s. It was almost unsettling to him, in a way. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he knew those eyes anywhere.

“Do I- do I know you? I don’t think we’ve met, but you look familiar. Your eyes, mostly.”

He gives her space to come into his dimly lit room, a floor lamp in one corner was lit, as well as the candles beside his bed and his desk lamp. It looked warm, mostly overcompensating for the cold temperature of the room. He still had his sleeves rolled up from writing, smudges of graphite across the metal of his arm barely noticeable.

[babys-got-a-gun]

She swallows, her face slightly pale. This was her brother. The same brother who she remembers used to still be with HYDRA. The brother that trained her, but never truly cared for her. The brother who would watch with a blank fucking brainwashed face as HYDRA tortured her.

But he seemed so kind. She takes a deep breath. No. She isn't going to show weakness. Her face remains neutral as she shrugs. "I have that face sometimes."

She manages to not swallow the lump in her throat. Her eyes. Their father's eyes. Her leg still bounces anxiously. "You look familiar too." She says and then regrets it. How could she tell him that she knew him from another horrible universe where HYDRA won. Where he was a mere soldier to them and she never got to truly get to know her brother.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Are you okay? You’re uh- you look sick.” He motions for her to sit on the corner of his bed. He reached over for a bottle of water from his desk to hand to her. It crinkles from his metal hand, a little bit of strength he’d forgotten he had.

“it’s opened, but I don’t drink from bottles. I just drink from my mugs. Weird habit, I know.” He grabs one of his half filled mugs and sips the water from it. “Or I can get you some tea?” He tried to be nice to people like this. He’d bet good money on her knowing he was from hydra and had expected him to be dangerous. He’d spent good time working on that, so it always hurt to see people look at him like that.

“I look familiar to you? How so? I don’t have any siblings- biologically, at least.” He sits next to her, swirling his water around in the mug idly. He always had that habit, always moving around. He had pinned it on hydra, making him jumpy and nervous at a near constant level. He’d found it funny, in a way, how still he was as a child. Maybe it was just his body making up for years of energy wasted on missions instead of drawing or truly living.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofe finally sits on the bed and takes a deep breath. She laughs, because she knows what she's about to tell him will probably sound crazy. "You're not going to believe me." Ofeliya tried to say it louder, but that oddly comes out soft.

What's she supposed to say? 'Hi, I'm your biological half sister on your Dad's side and I knew you from HYDRA in my universe which dominated the world and now I'm in your universe.'

Ofeliya's leg still bounces and she sighs and takes out Bucky's dog tags and rubs her thumb on the writing on them. It is the only thing she had left of her father. Not the Winter Soldier. But James 'Bucky' Barnes. From her universe of course. She hasn't even met the one in this universe yet.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I was snapped out of existence for five years. My dad is a former assassin turned hero. I’m pretty sure I’ll believe you.” He sighs. It’s certainly not what he’d thought she’d act like.

he looks at the dog tags for a moment, pausing in what could almost be described as fear before forcing himself to look normal. “Where- where did you get those? How did you even get here- why did I not ask that sooner?”

He’s jumpy now, reaching for a gun that he doesn’t have on him and he silently curses himself. He was so good about staying armed at all times. He improvises, holding his arm out as if it were a shield as he stands up and backs away from her.

“I haven’t seen you around, so tell me- who the fuck are you, why are you here, and what do you want with me?” He backs up to his dresser, opening a drawer of pants and grabbing a pocket knife from the drawer. He shuts it right after, pointing it at her.

[pineneedle-barnes]

//ignore the first starter I sent, I didn't finish it srry

Ofeliya was still getting used to being in this other universe. Apparently she was told she needed to socialize more by her girlfriend. Ofeliya decided to start with her family. That couldn't be so bad right? She goes at his door, knocking, bouncing her leg. A habit her mom used to have.

@babys-got-a-gun

He’d been writing for a while, two notebooks sprawled across his desk, fish tank and a snake enclosure overlooking his cluttered workspace of post-its and colored pens. He’d been writing for two hours non-stop, and hadn’t reminded himself to eat or drink much of anything other than a handful of potato chips and an iced coffee. The knock on the door startles him from the trance-like writing and causing him to drop his pen, forcing him into a scramble.

“Uh- just- come in! Don’t mind the mess, okay?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

She tilts her head with a smile. "You sure?" Ofeliya would really let people in her place. This is all new for her. Her foot still bounces anxiously. What is she kidding? This is her brother. He won't hurt her. It's not a hoax. She should be able to trust him. But then again her parents ended up in the two organizations that used her as nothing more than a lap dog. A weapon. A gun. An object. Even the worda the Red Room engraved in her mind still remain.

I have no place in this world.

Her blue eyes the same color as James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes to some and the Winter Soldier to other are anywhere but Liam. She couldn't meet his eyes.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I mean, it’s probably urgent if you’re asking me of all people, I think, because I’m always doing something-“

He looks at her for a moment. Those eyes were as piercing as his father’s. It was almost unsettling to him, in a way. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he knew those eyes anywhere.

“Do I- do I know you? I don’t think we’ve met, but you look familiar. Your eyes, mostly.”

He gives her space to come into his dimly lit room, a floor lamp in one corner was lit, as well as the candles beside his bed and his desk lamp. It looked warm, mostly overcompensating for the cold temperature of the room. He still had his sleeves rolled up from writing, smudges of graphite across the metal of his arm barely noticeable.

[babys-got-a-gun]

She swallows, her face slightly pale. This was her brother. The same brother who she remembers used to still be with HYDRA. The brother that trained her, but never truly cared for her. The brother who would watch with a blank fucking brainwashed face as HYDRA tortured her.

But he seemed so kind. She takes a deep breath. No. She isn't going to show weakness. Her face remains neutral as she shrugs. "I have that face sometimes."

She manages to not swallow the lump in her throat. Her eyes. Their father's eyes. Her leg still bounces anxiously. "You look familiar too." She says and then regrets it. How could she tell him that she knew him from another horrible universe where HYDRA won. Where he was a mere soldier to them and she never got to truly get to know her brother.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Are you okay? You’re uh- you look sick.” He motions for her to sit on the corner of his bed. He reached over for a bottle of water from his desk to hand to her. It crinkles from his metal hand, a little bit of strength he’d forgotten he had.

“it’s opened, but I don’t drink from bottles. I just drink from my mugs. Weird habit, I know.” He grabs one of his half filled mugs and sips the water from it. “Or I can get you some tea?” He tried to be nice to people like this. He’d bet good money on her knowing he was from hydra and had expected him to be dangerous. He’d spent good time working on that, so it always hurt to see people look at him like that.

“I look familiar to you? How so? I don’t have any siblings- biologically, at least.” He sits next to her, swirling his water around in the mug idly. He always had that habit, always moving around. He had pinned it on hydra, making him jumpy and nervous at a near constant level. He’d found it funny, in a way, how still he was as a child. Maybe it was just his body making up for years of energy wasted on missions instead of drawing or truly living.

[pineneedle-barnes]

//ignore the first starter I sent, I didn't finish it srry

Ofeliya was still getting used to being in this other universe. Apparently she was told she needed to socialize more by her girlfriend. Ofeliya decided to start with her family. That couldn't be so bad right? She goes at his door, knocking, bouncing her leg. A habit her mom used to have.

@babys-got-a-gun

He’d been writing for a while, two notebooks sprawled across his desk, fish tank and a snake enclosure overlooking his cluttered workspace of post-its and colored pens. He’d been writing for two hours non-stop, and hadn’t reminded himself to eat or drink much of anything other than a handful of potato chips and an iced coffee. The knock on the door startles him from the trance-like writing and causing him to drop his pen, forcing him into a scramble.

“Uh- just- come in! Don’t mind the mess, okay?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

She tilts her head with a smile. "You sure?" Ofeliya would really let people in her place. This is all new for her. Her foot still bounces anxiously. What is she kidding? This is her brother. He won't hurt her. It's not a hoax. She should be able to trust him. But then again her parents ended up in the two organizations that used her as nothing more than a lap dog. A weapon. A gun. An object. Even the worda the Red Room engraved in her mind still remain.

I have no place in this world.

Her blue eyes the same color as James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes to some and the Winter Soldier to other are anywhere but Liam. She couldn't meet his eyes.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I mean, it’s probably urgent if you’re asking me of all people, I think, because I’m always doing something-“

He looks at her for a moment. Those eyes were as piercing as his father’s. It was almost unsettling to him, in a way. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he knew those eyes anywhere.

“Do I- do I know you? I don’t think we’ve met, but you look familiar. Your eyes, mostly.”

He gives her space to come into his dimly lit room, a floor lamp in one corner was lit, as well as the candles beside his bed and his desk lamp. It looked warm, mostly overcompensating for the cold temperature of the room. He still had his sleeves rolled up from writing, smudges of graphite across the metal of his arm barely noticeable.

[pineneedle-barnes]

//ignore the first starter I sent, I didn't finish it srry

Ofeliya was still getting used to being in this other universe. Apparently she was told she needed to socialize more by her girlfriend. Ofeliya decided to start with her family. That couldn't be so bad right? She goes at his door, knocking, bouncing her leg. A habit her mom used to have.

@babys-got-a-gun

He’d been writing for a while, two notebooks sprawled across his desk, fish tank and a snake enclosure overlooking his cluttered workspace of post-its and colored pens. He’d been writing for two hours non-stop, and hadn’t reminded himself to eat or drink much of anything other than a handful of potato chips and an iced coffee. The knock on the door startles him from the trance-like writing and causing him to drop his pen, forcing him into a scramble.

“Uh- just- come in! Don’t mind the mess, okay?”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp yet again

The Soldier stumbles into Bucky’s apartment, eyes wide with panic. A muzzle digs into its face, painful and too tight. It knows it shouldn’t have ran from Hydra, but they promised. They promised that they wouldn’t muzzle it again, and they lied—

The Soldier… does it even like that name? The ones who love Bucky call it Winter… that’s… it likes that. Winter looks around, searching for someone Bucky knows. It hopes someone is in his apartment. It doesn’t want to be alone.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He’d been waiting for him. It was unusual for Bucky to get home too late, and he’d fallen asleep earlier, half awake when he’d heard the man stumble in. “Papa- are you there? Are you okay?..”

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately becomes awake at the sight. “Shit- papa-” he gets over there as fast as he can, only having a bit of hesitation. He clings to it the second he’s close enough.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter relaxes at the sight of him, then flinches when he hugs it. It hesitantly hugs back, trying not to shift nervously at the contact. It stares down at him in confusion.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He withdraws himself. “You- you don’t have to hug me, I get it- I wouldn’t want to either right now…” His hands go up to unclasp the muzzle. He’s trying to be careful.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter flinches. The mask is on tight, and the locking mechanism is needlessly difficult. Soon enough it comes off, though. It steps back, eyes full of silent thanks.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“There- you’re welcome. It’s the least I can do, I mean… I’m just glad you’re home safe and…” he sniffles and wipes his eyes. “I was worried all night that you weren’t okay, and now I know why you were so late and-…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter shakes its head and pulls him closer. “No— no, I— I didn’t mean to… leave.” It’s clearly uncomfortable with speaking, and its eyes are wide.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“No- no, it’s fine, I’m fine, really,” he whispers. “Do you want me to get you anything? Is there anything I can do to help?”

He tries to show hospitality because it’s what he would want if this had happened to him. His papa taught him that when he was young.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter whines softly, curling in on itself a bit. “… they lied. They said no more muzzle.” It growls softly and turns away. “… water…?”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I know. They lied to me a lot too.” He sighs, going to grab a glass out of the cabinet before pouring a bottle of water into it and handing it to him. “There. You should probably get some rest. Did they follow you here?”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter drinks the water eagerly, slamming the whole thing in seconds. It shakes its head quickly. “No one saw… no tail.”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Good, good… Do you want more?” He says, chuckling softly. He yawns though. “I should get some rest myself. Stayed up waiting for you.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter shakes its head. It doesn’t think it deserves more right now. It nods. “I’ll keep watch.”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Call for me if you need anything. I’m a light sleeper, I’ll wake up easily.” He starts off to bed.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp yet again

The Soldier stumbles into Bucky’s apartment, eyes wide with panic. A muzzle digs into its face, painful and too tight. It knows it shouldn’t have ran from Hydra, but they promised. They promised that they wouldn’t muzzle it again, and they lied—

The Soldier… does it even like that name? The ones who love Bucky call it Winter… that’s… it likes that. Winter looks around, searching for someone Bucky knows. It hopes someone is in his apartment. It doesn’t want to be alone.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He’d been waiting for him. It was unusual for Bucky to get home too late, and he’d fallen asleep earlier, half awake when he’d heard the man stumble in. “Papa- are you there? Are you okay?..”

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately becomes awake at the sight. “Shit- papa-” he gets over there as fast as he can, only having a bit of hesitation. He clings to it the second he’s close enough.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter relaxes at the sight of him, then flinches when he hugs it. It hesitantly hugs back, trying not to shift nervously at the contact. It stares down at him in confusion.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He withdraws himself. “You- you don’t have to hug me, I get it- I wouldn’t want to either right now…” His hands go up to unclasp the muzzle. He’s trying to be careful.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter flinches. The mask is on tight, and the locking mechanism is needlessly difficult. Soon enough it comes off, though. It steps back, eyes full of silent thanks.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“There- you’re welcome. It’s the least I can do, I mean… I’m just glad you’re home safe and…” he sniffles and wipes his eyes. “I was worried all night that you weren’t okay, and now I know why you were so late and-…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter shakes its head and pulls him closer. “No— no, I— I didn’t mean to… leave.” It’s clearly uncomfortable with speaking, and its eyes are wide.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“No- no, it’s fine, I’m fine, really,” he whispers. “Do you want me to get you anything? Is there anything I can do to help?”

He tries to show hospitality because it’s what he would want if this had happened to him. His papa taught him that when he was young.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter whines softly, curling in on itself a bit. “… they lied. They said no more muzzle.” It growls softly and turns away. “… water…?”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I know. They lied to me a lot too.” He sighs, going to grab a glass out of the cabinet before pouring a bottle of water into it and handing it to him. “There. You should probably get some rest. Did they follow you here?”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter drinks the water eagerly, slamming the whole thing in seconds. It shakes its head quickly. “No one saw… no tail.”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Good, good… Do you want more?” He says, chuckling softly. He yawns though. “I should get some rest myself. Stayed up waiting for you.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp yet again

The Soldier stumbles into Bucky’s apartment, eyes wide with panic. A muzzle digs into its face, painful and too tight. It knows it shouldn’t have ran from Hydra, but they promised. They promised that they wouldn’t muzzle it again, and they lied—

The Soldier… does it even like that name? The ones who love Bucky call it Winter… that’s… it likes that. Winter looks around, searching for someone Bucky knows. It hopes someone is in his apartment. It doesn’t want to be alone.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He’d been waiting for him. It was unusual for Bucky to get home too late, and he’d fallen asleep earlier, half awake when he’d heard the man stumble in. “Papa- are you there? Are you okay?..”

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately becomes awake at the sight. “Shit- papa-” he gets over there as fast as he can, only having a bit of hesitation. He clings to it the second he’s close enough.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter relaxes at the sight of him, then flinches when he hugs it. It hesitantly hugs back, trying not to shift nervously at the contact. It stares down at him in confusion.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He withdraws himself. “You- you don’t have to hug me, I get it- I wouldn’t want to either right now…” His hands go up to unclasp the muzzle. He’s trying to be careful.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter flinches. The mask is on tight, and the locking mechanism is needlessly difficult. Soon enough it comes off, though. It steps back, eyes full of silent thanks.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“There- you’re welcome. It’s the least I can do, I mean… I’m just glad you’re home safe and…” he sniffles and wipes his eyes. “I was worried all night that you weren’t okay, and now I know why you were so late and-…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter shakes its head and pulls him closer. “No— no, I— I didn’t mean to… leave.” It’s clearly uncomfortable with speaking, and its eyes are wide.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“No- no, it’s fine, I’m fine, really,” he whispers. “Do you want me to get you anything? Is there anything I can do to help?”

He tries to show hospitality because it’s what he would want if this had happened to him. His papa taught him that when he was young.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter whines softly, curling in on itself a bit. “… they lied. They said no more muzzle.” It growls softly and turns away. “… water…?”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I know. They lied to me a lot too.” He sighs, going to grab a glass out of the cabinet before pouring a bottle of water into it and handing it to him. “There. You should probably get some rest. Did they follow you here?”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp yet again

The Soldier stumbles into Bucky’s apartment, eyes wide with panic. A muzzle digs into its face, painful and too tight. It knows it shouldn’t have ran from Hydra, but they promised. They promised that they wouldn’t muzzle it again, and they lied—

The Soldier… does it even like that name? The ones who love Bucky call it Winter… that’s… it likes that. Winter looks around, searching for someone Bucky knows. It hopes someone is in his apartment. It doesn’t want to be alone.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He’d been waiting for him. It was unusual for Bucky to get home too late, and he’d fallen asleep earlier, half awake when he’d heard the man stumble in. “Papa- are you there? Are you okay?..”

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately becomes awake at the sight. “Shit- papa-” he gets over there as fast as he can, only having a bit of hesitation. He clings to it the second he’s close enough.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter relaxes at the sight of him, then flinches when he hugs it. It hesitantly hugs back, trying not to shift nervously at the contact. It stares down at him in confusion.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He withdraws himself. “You- you don’t have to hug me, I get it- I wouldn’t want to either right now…” His hands go up to unclasp the muzzle. He’s trying to be careful.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter flinches. The mask is on tight, and the locking mechanism is needlessly difficult. Soon enough it comes off, though. It steps back, eyes full of silent thanks.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“There- you’re welcome. It’s the least I can do, I mean… I’m just glad you’re home safe and…” he sniffles and wipes his eyes. “I was worried all night that you weren’t okay, and now I know why you were so late and-…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter shakes its head and pulls him closer. “No— no, I— I didn’t mean to… leave.” It’s clearly uncomfortable with speaking, and its eyes are wide.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“No- no, it’s fine, I’m fine, really,” he whispers. “Do you want me to get you anything? Is there anything I can do to help?”

He tries to show hospitality because it’s what he would want if this had happened to him. His papa taught him that when he was young.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp yet again

The Soldier stumbles into Bucky’s apartment, eyes wide with panic. A muzzle digs into its face, painful and too tight. It knows it shouldn’t have ran from Hydra, but they promised. They promised that they wouldn’t muzzle it again, and they lied—

The Soldier… does it even like that name? The ones who love Bucky call it Winter… that’s… it likes that. Winter looks around, searching for someone Bucky knows. It hopes someone is in his apartment. It doesn’t want to be alone.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He’d been waiting for him. It was unusual for Bucky to get home too late, and he’d fallen asleep earlier, half awake when he’d heard the man stumble in. “Papa- are you there? Are you okay?..”

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately becomes awake at the sight. “Shit- papa-” he gets over there as fast as he can, only having a bit of hesitation. He clings to it the second he’s close enough.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter relaxes at the sight of him, then flinches when he hugs it. It hesitantly hugs back, trying not to shift nervously at the contact. It stares down at him in confusion.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He withdraws himself. “You- you don’t have to hug me, I get it- I wouldn’t want to either right now…” His hands go up to unclasp the muzzle. He’s trying to be careful.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter flinches. The mask is on tight, and the locking mechanism is needlessly difficult. Soon enough it comes off, though. It steps back, eyes full of silent thanks.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“There- you’re welcome. It’s the least I can do, I mean… I’m just glad you’re home safe and…” he sniffles and wipes his eyes. “I was worried all night that you weren’t okay, and now I know why you were so late and-…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp yet again

The Soldier stumbles into Bucky’s apartment, eyes wide with panic. A muzzle digs into its face, painful and too tight. It knows it shouldn’t have ran from Hydra, but they promised. They promised that they wouldn’t muzzle it again, and they lied—

The Soldier… does it even like that name? The ones who love Bucky call it Winter… that’s… it likes that. Winter looks around, searching for someone Bucky knows. It hopes someone is in his apartment. It doesn’t want to be alone.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He’d been waiting for him. It was unusual for Bucky to get home too late, and he’d fallen asleep earlier, half awake when he’d heard the man stumble in. “Papa- are you there? Are you okay?..”

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately becomes awake at the sight. “Shit- papa-” he gets over there as fast as he can, only having a bit of hesitation. He clings to it the second he’s close enough.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Winter relaxes at the sight of him, then flinches when he hugs it. It hesitantly hugs back, trying not to shift nervously at the contact. It stares down at him in confusion.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He withdraws himself. “You- you don’t have to hug me, I get it- I wouldn’t want to either right now…” His hands go up to unclasp the muzzle. He’s trying to be careful.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp yet again

The Soldier stumbles into Bucky’s apartment, eyes wide with panic. A muzzle digs into its face, painful and too tight. It knows it shouldn’t have ran from Hydra, but they promised. They promised that they wouldn’t muzzle it again, and they lied—

The Soldier… does it even like that name? The ones who love Bucky call it Winter… that’s… it likes that. Winter looks around, searching for someone Bucky knows. It hopes someone is in his apartment. It doesn’t want to be alone.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He’d been waiting for him. It was unusual for Bucky to get home too late, and he’d fallen asleep earlier, half awake when he’d heard the man stumble in. “Papa- are you there? Are you okay?..”

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately becomes awake at the sight. “Shit- papa-” he gets over there as fast as he can, only having a bit of hesitation. He clings to it the second he’s close enough.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Vampire au because I’m bored and I think it’ll be fun

Bucky had been… off, lately. Nothing too major. Nothing enough to really raise eyebrows unless the other person really knew him. He’d shut himself in his apartment, keeping the lights off and curtains drawn. Anything he tried to eat, he ended up throwing up after. He’s trying not to think anything of it. Even when his teeth start to hurt, and the ache on his neck gets worse. He’s fine.

Bucky curls up in his bed, a couple blankets wrapped around him. He feels… weird. His teeth continue to hurt. Do his canines feel sharper than usual? He doesn’t know. He looks up when he hears the door open, hissing when light floods in.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Papa?..” he steps in further. He closed the door behind him once he heard his father groan- or was it a hiss? He couldn’t tell. “You’ve been acting weird recently, and I wanted to come check on you. It’s not normal for you to be this shut off.”

He seems to pause, before stepping closer and sitting on the bed. “I guess I’m just… scared you aren’t okay, papa.” He sighs, “it’s silly, I know, I’m just… worried about you. This isn’t like you.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky looks to him and his eyes soften. He sits up, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine, kid. Just getting sick, I think.”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Okay- I just… do you need anything?” He leans up against Bucky, head accidentally rubbing up against the sore spot of his neck.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky winces and pulls away. Why is his neck so sore? “No, no I’m fine.” He wraps an arm around him.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Shit- uh- sorry, is your neck sore?” He pulls away, afraid of hurting him again. “… Can I look at it?”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky nods. “Apparently.” He shifts to let him look. There’s… a bite mark there.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He recoils a bit, staring at it. “Uh… who bit you, papa?” He reaches to touch around it, trying to inspect it further. “And how’d they bite hard enough to leave a mark like that with their canines? You should get that checked out if it was someone…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky flinches and shakes his head. “No! No, I… don’t like doctors.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I get it, papa, but…” he gestures to the bite mark vaguely with his hand, “… that could be really badly infected or-“

[the-winter-soldierr]

“I’m fine—“ he says again, flashing a reassuring smile. His canines are too long…

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Your canines were not that long a week ago, papa.” He moves back just a hair, not scared, just a little frightened. It’s uncanny to see his papa like this.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky frowns. “What do you mean?” He reaches to his mouth and feels them. That’s… not right. “What the hell…?”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“What happened?..” he goes out to touch them curiously, pricking his finger on the point of one.

“Ow!- damn, those things are sharp…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

“I don’t—“ he cuts off when he pricks himself. The smell of blood hits him, and his demeanor shifts. He stares at the small drop of blood forming, head tilting to the side.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Let me go get a bandaid for that- ouch…” he doesn’t notice the shift in his demeanor, only standing up to leave for a bandaid.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky gets up as well, not wanting him to leave. Rational thought has left him completely as he lunges for him, narrowly missing his throat.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Shit! Papa, please don’t do this-“ he forgets about leaving only moving to get away now. He looks around for anything he can protect himself with.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky snarls and tries again, managing to draw a bit of blood but not sinking his teeth in. He growls in frustration.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He puts a hand over where the blood is, stumbling back. “Ow!- what is up with you? You’re like- feral!” He tries to find something to protect himself with.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Vampire au because I’m bored and I think it’ll be fun

Bucky had been… off, lately. Nothing too major. Nothing enough to really raise eyebrows unless the other person really knew him. He’d shut himself in his apartment, keeping the lights off and curtains drawn. Anything he tried to eat, he ended up throwing up after. He’s trying not to think anything of it. Even when his teeth start to hurt, and the ache on his neck gets worse. He’s fine.

Bucky curls up in his bed, a couple blankets wrapped around him. He feels… weird. His teeth continue to hurt. Do his canines feel sharper than usual? He doesn’t know. He looks up when he hears the door open, hissing when light floods in.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Papa?..” he steps in further. He closed the door behind him once he heard his father groan- or was it a hiss? He couldn’t tell. “You’ve been acting weird recently, and I wanted to come check on you. It’s not normal for you to be this shut off.”

He seems to pause, before stepping closer and sitting on the bed. “I guess I’m just… scared you aren’t okay, papa.” He sighs, “it’s silly, I know, I’m just… worried about you. This isn’t like you.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky looks to him and his eyes soften. He sits up, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine, kid. Just getting sick, I think.”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Okay- I just… do you need anything?” He leans up against Bucky, head accidentally rubbing up against the sore spot of his neck.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky winces and pulls away. Why is his neck so sore? “No, no I’m fine.” He wraps an arm around him.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Shit- uh- sorry, is your neck sore?” He pulls away, afraid of hurting him again. “… Can I look at it?”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky nods. “Apparently.” He shifts to let him look. There’s… a bite mark there.

[pineneedle-barnes]

He recoils a bit, staring at it. “Uh… who bit you, papa?” He reaches to touch around it, trying to inspect it further. “And how’d they bite hard enough to leave a mark like that with their canines? You should get that checked out if it was someone…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky flinches and shakes his head. “No! No, I… don’t like doctors.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“I get it, papa, but…” he gestures to the bite mark vaguely with his hand, “… that could be really badly infected or-“

[the-winter-soldierr]

“I’m fine—“ he says again, flashing a reassuring smile. His canines are too long…

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Your canines were not that long a week ago, papa.” He moves back just a hair, not scared, just a little frightened. It’s uncanny to see his papa like this.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky frowns. “What do you mean?” He reaches to his mouth and feels them. That’s… not right. “What the hell…?”

[pineneedle-barnes]

“What happened?..” he goes out to touch them curiously, pricking his finger on the point of one.

“Ow!- damn, those things are sharp…”

[the-winter-soldierr]

“I don’t—“ he cuts off when he pricks himself. The smell of blood hits him, and his demeanor shifts. He stares at the small drop of blood forming, head tilting to the side.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Let me go get a bandaid for that- ouch…” he doesn’t notice the shift in his demeanor, only standing up to leave for a bandaid.

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky gets up as well, not wanting him to leave. Rational thought has left him completely as he lunges for him, narrowly missing his throat.

[pineneedle-barnes]

“Shit! Papa, please don’t do this-“ he forgets about leaving only moving to get away now. He looks around for anything he can protect himself with.