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@resolutevalor asked: 💀 (Yelena to Bucky)

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“By the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it.*” The Winter Soldier spoke, tossing his knife up and down in the air as he stared Yelena down, slowly approaching her. He had been on a mission with Yelena and had been ambushed and taken deeper into the building they were reconning.

While Yelena was looking for him, the new Hy*dra-esque group was brainwashing Bucky back to his Winter Soldier identity. Now here he was, stalking toward her with blank eyes and a scowl on his face.

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Max Richter//Maria, The Poet (1913) (memoryhouse, 2002) How many people fell in this abyss, I fathom from afar! There will be time, and I will vanish too From earth's exterior. All will be still, that sang and that did struggle, That glistened and rejoiced: The greenness of my eyes, the gold of my hair, And this my tender voice. Life will continue with its soft hot bread, With day's oblivion. All will continue — under outstretched heavens As if I'd never been! Like children changeable in every mien And angry not for long, Who loved the times when in the fireplace Into ash turned the log, Violin and cavalcade within the forest And in the village, bell... Upon this dear earth — I will be no longer That was alive and real! To all — who are the friends and strangers To never having known the measure, me? I turn to you with this my faith's demand And love's query. Both day and night, in word and letter both: For truth of yes and no, For that though I am but twenty I am So often in such sorrow, For unavoidably my slights and trespasses Will be forgiven me — For all of my impetuous tenderness And look too proud and free — For quickness of events as they come rushing, For truth, for play, say I — Please hear me! But do also please love me For this that I will die.

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The reactivation was far sooner than usual this time.  His work was becoming more and more low scale, almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't looking.  Tonight he had murdered the CFO of a rival to the Kronas Corporation.  Why he was doing all this corporate espionage he didn't know, but it wasn't his place to ask.  He stopped in central park and sat under a tree, the dark masked his image and made it impossible for anyone to really make out what he looked like.

A few couples passed by, there was a mugging on the other side of the pond, another man puked in the water.

*"America, how disgusting."*