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File Nr. 17 / Vol. 2 James Barnes, Military Record.

Be careful, Steve. You might not wanna pull on that thread.

Hazel-green eyes went as round as the plate on the table before her, lips parting as her expression morphed into something akin to awe. Ezra was barely aware of the folder that was placed before her as the pieces fell together in her mind.

It explained everything, really. She knew she’d seen Bucky’s face somewhere before. She’d practically lived in the Smithsonian and walked past cardboard cutouts of his face more times than she could count. Now Captain America sat before her! She felt like she had walked straight into a history book.

“I can read it fine. I speak Russian.”

Finally glancing up to meet his eyes, the girl swallows nervously. There was no reason to lie at least not really. She was afraid of betraying his trust, knowing there might be a good reason he did not wish to see his old friend. She also knew that he was absolutely terrified and confused. If Steve could help—

”He’s… safe, for the most part. My brother-in-law is kind of a dick to him but he’s not in any danger. His head is the only problem, you obviously know what’s going on there. He get’s these crazy flashbacks that make him flip out.”

stallwart

There's a certain amount of concern that washes over his face in that moment, if not a bit of sadness. He knows Bucky is in good hands -- he can tell just by her demeanor, though it hardly changes the condition his friend is in. Steve sighs, eyes drifting down to the file, his heart worn distinctly on his sleeve.

❝I don't particularly mean hard to read as in the language its written in, but more or less what this file contains. --They experimented on him, tortured him, stripped him of his humanity and molded him into a weapon.❞

Azure hues flick up to meet her hazel ones. He doesn't like leaving her in a potentially dangerous position like this...but what other option does he have? For now Bucky was off the streets, out of harms way and in good hands. To disrupt that over his own paranoia would be foolish.

❝—Just be careful. I'm sure he'd never do anything to harm you on purpose, but he also is not himself. We don't know what he's capable of, or what sort of hold they still have on him.❞

#xbxng #[ sorry I disappeared for a month xD #I'll try to be more active here #I just have like 20 thousand blogs #and I don't know how to say no ]

wynonna-waverly

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“THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated” ― Thomas Paine, The Crisis

#mirror;

wintersoldeirs

— captain.

No ID, no entry.

Right.

Steve realizes this now, as he struggles against the mass of security guards. A simple mention of 'SHIELD business' no longer held any weight, especially after the organization had been branded as a 'terrorist group'. Even still, these men should know who he is...

With a frustrated sigh, Steve allows for himself to be apprehended, not necessarily wanting to hurt these men...after all he just came here to talk. At least for now.

❝--I just want to speak with someone who's in charge.❞

#maledictusbxrn #[ omfg hello #sorry this is lame #if this doesn't work for you i can remake ]

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The girl perks up considerably at his words, head tilted to the side in curiosity. She knew of her friend’s bad memory, unable to recall the most trivial details about his life. To hear that he had someone besides her that cared was a comfort. Ezra could not detect any falsehoods behind blue hues, nor hostility of any sort. As paranoid as the blonde was, she couldn’t help but feel at ease.

”The diner has a lot of traffic… If I were to see him, or someone who might know him, what would I say?”

She was testing him, poking and prodding to see if he was trustworthy enough for the truth. The way Bucky often reacted left no doubt in her mind that he had a substantial amount of enemies… The man before her did not appear to be one, but she had been wrong before.

stallwart

❝Tell them to come find Steve Rogers.❞

He studies the girl's expression, attempting to read it as best he could. He was not anywhere near as skilled as Natasha in this art, but the girl wasn't too terribly hard to read. She was atleast interested, that much he could tell.

Azure eyes leave the girl's face for a moment, staring hard at the file in his grip. He's going to hear about this later, but he chooses to place trust in the girl; the entire file slipping across the counter.

❝This is a hard read -- or at least it was for me... but I feel it's necessary.❞

His eyes take on a more somber tone, his expression giving the impression that it was hard for him to give up the folder -- the only thing he had left of Bucky.

❝--How is he, anyway?❞

#xbxng #[ steve is like F beating around the bush #I know you have him ]

mackliin

concept art via

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He's trying not to stare...but is failing miserably. Was that a motorcycle helmet...or--?

❝Can I help you with something...?❞

#xmilitus #greeter;#[ Hello! c: Please excuse Steve...]

turianbatman

#mirror;#[ literally steve #don't let him EVER catch you talking smack about Bucku ]#Red white and queue;

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She stares at the photo for a fraction of a second, heart skipping a beat and breath hitching in her throat.

Bucky

Exhaling sharply, she shakes her head, hoping the anxiety she feels has not appeared on her face. She’d never been a good liar though, not like her sister.

"N-no, I haven’t seen him… Why? Is he in trouble or something?"

stallwart

She was lying. It was written clear as day across her face, though Steve was hardly angry. In fact part of him felt overjoyed by it. She was protecting him, and honestly that's all he ever could've asked for.

❝No, he's not. I'm just — I'm actually his best friend -- or was, anyway. I've been trying to make contact with him for months now, but every time I get close he runs. I have some information for him that he might want to see--or maybe his caretaker might want to see...❞

He shifts uncomfortably, azure eyes falling to the floor. He wasn't lying to the girl, but he felt bad for keeping things from her -- things like her household being under surveillance by S.H.I.E.L.D. -- or what was left of it anyway...

#xbxng #[ steve is caught between wanting to hug her because she is taking care of him #or cry on her shoulder because he's no longer important to him #at least not right now :c ]