#aucellxs

[dxttir-blog]

  ' i must warn you that if you cross this white line-- '    she draws an invisible line through the air,    but just above the actual one on the ground.

  ' -- you'll be on SHIELD property. why are you    squinting like that, anyway? is the building    really that interesting? '

[mxskedhero-blog]

[4:20:59 PM] Captain: petting dogs and carrying kittens and holding hands

[4:21:07 PM] Captain: LMAO YA IN THE 40S

[4:21:16 PM] Captain: running around in his uniform

[4:21:27 PM] Zam Wam Gamma: or like me

[4:21:34 PM] Zam Wam Gamma: 'sTEVE WHERE IS MY HAT I NEEDA GET DRESSED'

[4:21:45 PM] Captain: PERFECT

[4:21:49 PM] Zam Wam Gamma: trying to change and do chores at the same time

[4:21:54 PM] Zam Wam Gamma: running around the small apartment

[4:22:43 PM] Zam Wam Gamma: half-dressed and opening up a window bc it's brooklyn and it's too fucking hot

[4:23:04 PM] Zam Wam Gamma: 'Buck I can't find it'

"lOOK HARDER STEVIE.'

[mxskedhero-blog]

    It was the feeling of dread that gave him away. The claws that tightened over his limbs familiar now as the phantom soldier took ownership of its vessel.

    "I want you to leave." He forced out, lips trembling as he remembered what happened before. "And take James with you."

[mxskedhero-blog]

[The only thing that matters]

[ultxr-blog]

ø sweats i'm sorry

ø: my muse's reaction to yours taking a bullet for them.

  He should have known HYDRA wasn't finished.  He should have seen them coming before this  had the chance to happen. It's all so fast.

  There's a man in front of him with a gun.  No ordinary man. This man.. he has a metal arm.  He's not Bucky, James keeps telling himself,  even as the soldier's voice breaks past tainted  lips with an overwhelming poison dripping from  every phrase, every pronunciation.  James is staring straight into the barrel of this  shotgun with a stern and upset expression, lips  pressed together in a fine line as orders are given  for him to follow without hesitation.               He will not follow.               He'd rather die.  "No."  Voice is sharp and stubborn, brows furrowing as  fists clench. One foot steps forward, followed by  the other.  The Winter Soldier orders him to comply, orders him to  stop. James presses on, glances being sent to his shield  laying only mere feet behind the empty shell of his friend.  "I said no--"  Just as he speaks, the shot rings out, and he cannot step  any farther due to a sudden weight in his arms. Eyes widen,  and he notices the messy bleached hair of a certain older  teen inches from his face.  It hits him.  He knows what has just happened.  It's hard to move in the shock of the moment, and hands reach to  grab Francis's shoulders and spin him around. Irises are drawn  almost immediately to the gaping, blood-spewing hole in the other's  chest, and a hand, trembling, moves down and over the wound.  "Oh my God--   F-Francis please--"  A small whimper, tears spilling over eyelids and down  cheeks to lie in contrast to his uniform, dark spots lie  scattered over the charcoal color.  His hand is pressed to the bleeding, grotesque gash.  James leans to look over the older's shoulder as his  other hand drops his shield and grasps Francis's  coat instead.  Eyes instantaneously meet those of the Winter Soldier, and he's  much closer than before, standing right behind Francis with a  knife being twirled in hand.  "Fuck you."  James spits, but then he feels the sharp pain of the blade  in his side, causing knees to buckle and a choked gasp  to split past lips.

[ultxr-blog]

ooc; a little sweet 16 birthday doodle for my pal kate! she also rps francis. c:

[ultxr-blog]

§ hail hydra lmao

( x )

  Francis had always been his friend,  in fact, the older was more like a long-  lost brother rather than anything other.        James saw him approaching rather quickly, and        as he turned, he noticed some sort of blank and        unmoving expression upon the blond’s face. Brow        raised, mouth opening as Francis reached his side.  “What’s wrong?”  He asked, curiosity getting the  best of him in the hype of the  moment.  Eyes were only quick enough to notice  to the knife that had been slipped from  the older’s sleeve, and with a glance up  and the struggle to turn fast enough so  shield was hit first, the searing pain began.  Blue irises bombarded by tears, Francis  pushing the blade deeper into the boy’s  chest as if he wanted to make him suffer,  as if he wanted to make him h u r t.        A trickle of blood made way in a slow stream from        the corner of his mouth, crimson as red as his hair        in contrast to his pale skin. The tears only blended,        traces of droplets on his uniform and reddening hues.  Voice was choked, fighting to be  released from his throat. He slowly  breathed in, the pain causing him  to cough an immediate sob before  he even had the time to go down  like a real soldier with a proper  g o o d b y e.  “Why—”

[ultxr-blog]

"Tony's dead."

make me cry using only 2 words.

  James is smiling before the  words hit his ears, and as  they do it's clear that belief  isn't given. Lips fade to a  frown, brows knitting as he  takes in the realization.  No.  "Is this a joke--"  He only notices the look on  Francis' face as he stares.      Tears immediately burn blue eyes,      reddening them to the point they      look even brighter than usual. He      feels one slip down his pale cheek,      mouth opening as if to speak, but      it seems the only words he can really      force out are an apology, as if he's      saying sorry to the older for not being      there.            And then he steps forward in a quickened            pace, arms wrapping around the neck of            his friend in a tight hug before the cries            have a chance to start.