#apparentlyimbucky

[fastassilver-blog]

assets they left broken in the dust ; au

@apparentlyimbucky Alarms were blaring. Everything going off, everything going crazy. Someone was screaming that the asset were there, the asset was killing them. But I’m right here, he thought, and tugged on the restraints holding him to the table. I’m right here, I’m not killing anyone. The man who’d been watching the drugs affect his body, grabs a file off the counter, turns and runs. He’s not all of the way out of the door when bullets pierce his body, and he falls down, dead. Asset, codename: Quicksilver, lies on the metal experimentation table, pain burning through his veins, a gag pinching his mouth shut to keep the screams inside, and watches the door to see who, or what, comes through next.

[theamazing-deadpoolio]

❤

I would also like to see where an rp would go! 

[inycurhead]

apparentlyimbucky started following inycurhead

“You’ve seen a lot, haven’t you?“

[freedompersonified]

♔ or ♧ or ♥ (I can't decide and I already narrowed it down from like 6 options!)

nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:  ♥: Your muse crying about something

Steve, laden with an armful of groceries which should have perhaps constituted two trips, bumped the front door of the apartment he and Bucky shared closed behind him. He had plans to do some baking if time allowed. In part because it made the apartment smell good, and in part because the smell and subsequent eating of the baked goods tended to be a mood-lifter. Both he and Bucky had been having a week that could be, for the sake of brevity and lack of a better description, classified as difficult.

“Hey Bucky, I’m back,” he called as he made his way in the direction of the kitchen. “I was thinking I’d make muffins later on. Do you think chocolate chips would work this time? None of the blueberries looked good today.” He paused, waiting for the response which usually came within a few moments whenever he returned from a grocery run, or other assorted errand. Silence was all that greeted him. Strange. 

He took another step into the apartment. “Bucky?” he called again. Again, he was met with silence. Silence, and a sniffling noise Bucky only made while crying. 

The bags of groceries were hurriedly dropped to the floor in the general direction of the kitchen and Steve began to quickly scour the apartment for Bucky. It didn’t take him too long to find him; he was ensconced in his favorite spot on the sofa, where he had a perfect view out and over the city through the window. He lowered himself down onto the couch beside him and cleared his throat quietly so Bucky would know he was there before he reached out to card a gentle, worried hand through his hair. “Hey, Bucky, what’s wrong?” he asked, keeping his voice low and reassuring.

@apparentlyimbucky

[sleeperagentbones-blog]

GET READY FOR THE PIRATE-PUN FLOOD, BONESY! You asked for it. -Love Bucky-Mun

@apparentlyimbucky

Oh god.

[readyforyours]

"Don't tempt me"

            ❝ why not ❞

[marksmanbarton]

A Walking Disaster (AKA Hawkeye and Maybe Bucky, Too) | {@apparentlyimbucky}

Everything sucked. He had been in deep cover when everything went to shit. And more shit. And even more shit. By now, he had been beaten pretty soundly and Clint could barely remember what he was doing out here in Canada anymore. Whatever it was, was it even worth it?

He was black and blue and he’s pretty sure he had a couple cracked ribs, and they’d broken his pinky finger. His finger! That’s like 10% of his fingers! That was his ninth or tenth favorite finger, dammit!

Finger mourning aside, he wasn’t in a good spot. He wasn’t being tortured at the moment, which, yay. But…. but he heard gunfire and screaming. Maybe. He didn’t have his hearing aids in, they took them in case he could contact anyone with them. Smart for them, bad for Clint.

He really hoped that the possible screaming and gunfire was someone coming to rescue him.

[pointofrevenge]

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

Erik rolled his eyes. “Yes because you are definitely the one to tell me that I am, in your own words ‘extremely not right’. You don’t understand. You never could.”