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HAMMOND, TJ ( alias: none ) --- @mostlylows

As always, TJ’s fingers are warm. In that TOUCH, he conveys so much more than the quiet THANKS that follows. And yet? It’s gone in the next FLEETING moment. Bucky memorizes the slip of TJ’s fingers through his own, the bit of PRESSURE, and then the slow drag back. In response, he hums a bit. The soldier’s gaze falls down to the floor, tracking the SCUFFS in the toes of his boots. 

❝ Yeah? ❞ he follows, and the SMIRK that shatters is cool demeanor is inevitable. ❝ Good thing I didn’t intend on goin’ anywhere, ain’t it? ❞ Bucky drawls, eyes flicking up TJ’s body before SETTLING on the softness, on the  V U L N E R A B I L I T Y  in his expression. Reaching up, Bucky barely ghosts the tips of his metal fingers against TJ’s arm before deciding BETTER of it, and his hand falls. 

❝ And I don’t think I want to. ❞

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Like this shit for a drunk mobile starter from Bucky.

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CARTER, Margaret ( alias:  Peggy  The Winter Soldier ) --- @crowncdlegends

Bucky’s not in a place to listen. Quite frankly he doesn’t give a shit. Wiping his nose with the back of his hand, he wrapped his arms around Peggy’s body, squeezing her into a tight hug. His nose is probably broken, and she’s bleeding but the only thing that he really registers is the TREMBLE from the center of his chest and the gut wrenching anxiety that TURNED his stomach. 

YOU ALMOST LOST HER.

His lips purse, and it’s only when he feels that steady drip again, that he pulls back. ❝ In the bathroom? ❞ Bucky questioned, stepping back and away from her before heading out of that room. 

A few minutes pass, and he’s not quite certain his nose has stopped bleeding, but he’s definitely certain that it isn’t broken anymore. Though he can hardly see around the wad of gauze bundled in his nostrils, it’s enough to work on stitching the ( rather deep ) graze on Peggy’s arm. Bucky ties off the knot, and wrapped her arm in a bandage before checking on himself again. The bleeding stopped, thank god, but he still feels like he can’t catch his breath. 

His fingers trail slowly down her arm before lacing in between her fingers. 

❝ Why didn’t you run? ❞

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ROMANOVA, Natalia ( alias: Black Widow ) --- @unbreakablewidow​

There isn’t time to clamp a hand over her mouth to prevent those words from slipping past her lips, but he’s KNOWN. Hasn’t he? His breath caught and he pressed his nose into the crook of her neck, trying, desperately to memorize the curve of her body in his arms, the way she smelled, the feeling of her heart beating against his chest. ❝ It’s not safe, ❞ he started, hands coming to her waist as he pushed her back enough to look at her, ❝ for you to be on the run with me, and if I hurt you... then what? You can get out, but me... ❞

His gaze fell, ❝ Natalia, they’ll never let me go. They would burn cities to the ground and when they found us? You pregnant or with a child already? You wouldn’t be able to keep her. We’d be lucky if they killed us for it. ❞ His hands reached up to her cheeks, framing her still soft features. 

❝ What kind of life could I give you? ❞

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Dear God

ROMANOVA, Natalia ( alias: Black Widow ) --- @unbreakablewidow

James resisted the urge to scoff at her denial, paranoia creeping up his spine. FIVE YEARS. Now she wanted to be friendly? It didn’t add up. 

❝ What was there to MISS, Natalia? You said it yourself. I was NEVER home, and even when I was, I wasn’t THERE. So what exactly do you miss? The arguments? The thrill of knowing we were a liability to one another? What? ❞ His fingers curl around the back of his skull, scratching at a sore spot. Bucky took a deep breath trying to calm the tremble that resonated from the center of his chest. Could she SEE him shaking? 

❝ If you wanted to make sure I was OKAY then perhaps you should have shot me as little as a TEXT asking me as much. I never needed to ASK. You’ve always MANAGED even if it meant uprooting your entire way of living. You’ve always been OKAY. But I already knew that. ❞

Bucky took a step back, putting some space between them the first time his stomach clenched and it felt like his head was starting to spin around on his shoulders. ❝ I have to go. ❞

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ROSENBERG, Jane ( alias: none ) --- @theymakehistory

Bucky took her hand and brought her out to the dance floor where a couple other pairs were swaying to the slightly off-beat, and less slightly off-key music from one of the abused pianos in the corner of the room. He looped an arm around her, hand lightly touching her back between her shoulder blades rather than any lower. “And what distracts you?” he hummed softly, eyes scanning the room quickly out of habit before looking down at her. 

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CARTER, Margaret ( alias: Peggy ) --- @crowncdlegends

“And shenanigans they were, ma’am,” Bucky offered her a kind smile, I’m sure he left all the good stories out. Most recently the time he used a garbage can lid as a shield,” he glanced down at his shoes, “Guess that much hasn’t changed about him, but I’m proud. Y’know? His outsides finally match the punk inside now.” 

Bucky was about to insist, at least back to the camp just because of where they were. His mother would have reamed him just hearing about it if he let her go that easily, but she turned right as one of the 109th’s infantry men was coming up from behind her. There’s the clatter of glass as the man’s pint splashed down against the ground. The amber liquid soaks down the front of Peggy’s shirt, and Bucky’s dropping his jacket around her shoulders without a second thought. “Hey!” He snapped, stepping between Peggy and the stranger, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket, “You gonna apologize to Agent Carter for recking her blouse?” Bucky gives him a rough shove back, sending him hard against the surface of the bar, “You’re one of Decker’s men, right? 109th? He was raised by his mom and I think he’ll have something to say about your complete lack of respect for women, let alone your commanding officers.” There’s a rushed and quiet apology from the stranger, and Bucky shook his head, turning back to Peggy. 

He reached forward and fastened the highest button on the jacket so it covered the worst of the wet patches, “you know, some vinegar will take that stain right out,” he commented softly once the commotion had died down. Bucky stepped back, expression focused on her face. Then he flushed, “I uh... I have three sisters, grew up with just them and my mom, between that and runnin’ around after Stevie, I learned a thing or two about gettin’ stains out.” There’s another crash off on the other side of the bar, and he offered his elbow rather than his hand, “Let me at least get you back to camp so you don’t have to explain any more black eyes to Colonel Phillips.” 

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ROGERS, Steven ( alias: Captain America ) --- @crowncdlegends

“This is literally my nightmare. How am I the invisible one now?” Bucky remarked with a teasing scoff, “and you don’t need to tell me about looks that could kill, you remember Mr. Stan from the polish bakery down on Franklin Avenue? You’d have thought I disgraced his entire family when I walked his daughter, Layla--- right? That was her name? Regardless, when I walked her home that one night. If looks could kill,” he rolled his eyes, finishing off his beer. “Yeah, only the good stuff though.”

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