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[precise-desolation]

Fresh Start

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Bucky frowned, watching Steve as he spoke.  He let Steve play with the ring on his finger, figured it was Steve’s anyway.  His frown only deepened when he heard what Steve was asking for.  He didn’t understand.  It wasn’t as though he never initiated.  And besides, how would he know where the line was?  He was afraid of hurting Steve.  He wasn’t afraid of Steve hurting him.  But if that was what Steve wanted, then he would try.  He wasn’t sure how, but he’d figure it out.

He wanted to argue the point about Steve just being there to protect him.  Of course Steve made him feel safe.  And very often it did end up being Steve who held him rather than the other way around.  But that didn’t mean that was the only reason he wanted Steve around.  He had thought Steve knew that.  Apparently not.

It hurt, he found, to hear that.  But at least it was something he could work with.  Steve could tell him as many times as he wanted that he didn’t just want the old Bucky back, but Bucky knew better.  What Steve was describing, it was the way he described the old Bucky.  But the thing was, Bucky couldn’t blame him.  He couldn’t be angry.  Hurt, sure, especially after Steve had just told him he wanted to start fresh and know Bucky as he was now.  But then, it did seem like there was a lot Bucky wasn’t doing for him that anyone would just expect out of a functional person without being disappointed.  So maybe Steve was right.  And if he wasn’t, well, there was always his previous idea.

“I’ll be better,” he said softly.  That was what Steve wanted, after all.

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Fresh Start

It had taken him a long time to come to this decision.  Several years, as a matter of fact.  But finally, he felt ready for a change.  However, Steve was the only one he would trust with this.  So he padded into the living room on near silent feet, a bit afraid to ask for fear that his request would seem foolish.  When he stopped, within easy reach of Steve, he held out the scissors like an offering.

“Hey, Steve?” he asked to get Steve’s attention.

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Our New Family

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“I think she’s finally asleep,” Jamie said as they sank onto the couch next to Steve.  Immediately, Hawk was curled up at their back.  “Nobody told me that raising a baby was going to be this much work.”

They leaned over to rest their head on Steve’s shoulder and closed their eyes, just enjoying the warmth of him.  They still didn’t take this for granted, even now.  It had taken such a long time to reach this point.  Trying to reclaim an entire lifetime and sort through the trauma seventy years of torture and brainwashing was no easy task.  Then learning to accept the identity you were struggling so hard to reclaim...  That just complicated matters further.

That had been only half the battle, though.  The fear, the nightmares, the aversion to touch...  All of those had been major stumbling blocks.  Hawk had been Steve’s idea.  Or, more accurately, Steve and Sam.  It had taken a lot of time and work, but Jamie had finally managed to get through the worst of their fears.

Sarah was the newest addition to their little family.  Jamie had been nervous about the idea of becoming a parent.  They had no doubt Steve had been nervous, too.  But they had settled in fairly well.  

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Pitter Patter (closed w/ andimwearingtights)

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Tony had been counting down the days, pacing and double checking all the other emergency bags that were scattered around the Tower. He walked toward Stevie where she was resting and smiled. “Hey, how you doing babe?” he asked kissing her cheek

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This sounds interesting.... so... Chains!

send “chains”for your muse to be held prisoner by mine. send “shackles” for my muse to be held prisoner by yours.

The Asset had located the target.  But it had encountered a problem.  A... cognitive malfunction.  The target looked too familiar.  It had no idea why, but looking at the target brought flashes of images, scents, tastes, feels, emotions, that were not the Asset’s.  

Insufficient data.  Conclusion: further reconnaissance needed. 

But then the target became aggressive.  The target began pursuing the Asset, began tracking the Asset and confronting it.  So a change of action became necessary.  The Asset began to formulate a plan.  Then, a month after the target first confronted the Asset, it broke into the target’s home and waited there in the dark, waiting for the target to arrive home.

The whole affair was rather anticlimactic, in the Asset’s opinion.  The most difficult part of the whole thing was getting the target out of his dwelling without being sighted.  

It took the target to a building it had found a week prior.  Isolated, easily defensible, sturdy.  The Asset was well aware that the target was not going to be easy to contain, but it also knew the means its handlers used with it.  That at least gave it a good place to start.  Further intelligence would be gathered as the Asset encountered and solved problems with containment of the target.  Now all that was left to do was wait for the target to wake up.  Fortunately, the Asset was very good at waiting.

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The Scent of Blood

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The instant he pulled Steve off the table, Bucky could sense something wasn’t right.  He hadn’t been exactly aware of Steve’s scent before he’d been shipped out, but he had learned very quickly what humans generally smelled like, at least in a broad sense.  And Steve didn’t.  He should have, but he didn’t.  But he didn’t smell like a wolf, either.  Bucky hadn’t encountered any other werewolves except the ones that had turned him, but he’d know the scent.  It wasn’t precisely doggy, the way a real wolf would be, but there was definitely something wilder to it than a human’s scent.  Steve, though...

Steve smelled cold.  He smelled like earth and rot and death.  Werewolves at least retained something of a human scent, but Steve smelled like a corpse.  It was nearly enough to send Bucky reeling back away from him, had he not smiled, punch-drunk, up at Bucky like he was a goddamn miracle.

When Steve slurred out, “I thought you were dead.” Bucky’s first reaction was to reply, ‘You smell dead.’  But he kept himself in check and instead answered with, “I thought you were smaller.”

After all, he didn’t know how much Steve knew.  They could deal with all of that later.  Right now, all that mattered was getting themselves and the rest of the 107th out of this hell hole.

[stark-boy-eez]

"Why does Frosty the Snowman look like a demon?" (Cause it sounds like something Tony would do.)

(totally! XD)

“He won’t be! i’m just adding some electronics.” he grinned eagerly at Steve

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Take Care of You

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James kissed back sleepily, pressing after Steve when he pulled away.  He hummed at the feeling of Steve’s fingers in his hair.  His eyes slipped shut as Steve toyed with the strands and he felt himself slipping towards sleep.  He was barely awake enough to register one of Steve’s legs hooked around his own and definitely too far gone to care.  Steve’s words only barely registered as he finally slipped away into sleep.