#benignhomecoming

[notchairforce]

   ❝ it’s bucky, right? how have you been doing since... everything? ❞

@benignhomecoming​  || liked for a starter 

[youxmove]

@benignhomecoming​  ♥’d for an angsty starter

“It’s nice you get to stay here...much more beautiful than the place I’m headed.” the agent former agent said lightly, her eyes glancing up towards the window overviewing Wakanda.  Brown hues go back to the soldier and she forces a bit of a light smile before it falters.  “The world is terrified of you.  Every train station I’ve been in has been playing images of your face, of Steve and the rest....of me...The world believes you to be a monster.”  Her head dips as she can’t help the small smirk that graces her features.  “You know the last time we interacted you were trying to kill me?  Which, by the way, you really hurt my back.  Anyways....I just came here to tell you that, speaking as someone who has been in your path and seen the destruction that followed, I don’t see you as a monster.  I don’t blame you and I think the world is very very wrong.  I think you’re the same man history made you out to be, your willingness to be put under here shows that.  But the main reason I came here was to tell you that even if not many will....I forgive you.  I forgive you and want to formerly thank you on behalf someone who worked for the United States Government for your service.”  This time a genuine smiles comes and she reaches out her hand to him.  “It’s very nice to finally meet you, Sergeant Barnes.”

[abbyissharp]

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Was it the smartest thing to be walking around alone at night? No. Was it nice and quiet in her neighborhood? Also no. Was Abby doing it anyways? Yes. Yes she was. She had several people that she could call if she needed help. And she knew a little self defense if the situation wasn't too hairy.

She walked down the sidewalk, mostly to clear her mind. A quick decompression before a trip to Georgia to visit her parents. Since they came back, she made more of a point to see them more. Especially since she owned all of their assets. It was one of the unfortunate side effects to them being blipped while Abby had not been. She was an heir to everything they owned. Their sole legatee.

Looking up, she saw his familiar face. She hadn't expected to, but she was happy to. "Hey, Barnes," she called out.

[voughtfcrged]

@benignhomecoming​ gets a semi plotted starter.

      She’d stumbled away, skittered away from her fight against the speedster, head pounding, skull aching -- she’d tasted blood and bile and felt the plates in her skull shift, crack with the force and speed of the repetitive blows against the brick wall of the subway.  Her vision was blurred, spotted with kaleidoscopes of exploding color and overlapping darkness, one foot in front of the other until she’d finally collapsed, a pile of blood splattered, ragged clothing and flesh, darkness finally swallowing the fireworks against her eyelids until there was nothing -- 

          She could still feel the world turning when her eyes snapped open, consciousness returning not with a rush but in nauseating waves.  The pain had receded but not vanished, but she had enough focus and at least enough strength left in her to jerk halfway upright, an impossibly (for most) strong grip latching against the forearm of the man crouched over her, twisting and prepared to snap bone if need be to get him away from her. 

[hcartsleeved]

steve   had   given   her   a   heads   up,   called   her,   and   filled   her   in   on   everything   that   was   going   on   —   primarily   the   snap   reversing,   but   he   didn’t   need   to.   she   was   seeing   people   pop   back   up   left   and   right.   at   first,   it   was   sort   of   scary,   but   then   she   remembered   bucky.   she   was   excited   and   relieved,   but   then   just   as   soon   as   she   felt   a   wave   of   happiness,   it   was   immediately   pushed   aside   by   the   guilt   that   caused   her   to   grow   nauseous   and   dejected.            ‘   i   should   talk   to   him   alone.   ’            she   told   steve   before   hanging   up   and   pacing   around   her   apartment   —   waiting.   then   there   he   was,   still   looking   the   same   as   he   did   the   day   she   lost   him.   but   more   worked   over   —   perhaps   that   was   due   to   the   battle.            

‘   bucky.   ’         was   all   she   could   muster.   it   was   like   staring   at   a   ghost   —   she   had   flashbacks   to   the   memorial   services,   the   flowers,   the   black   dress   she   wore   as   she   grieved.            ‘   it’s   really   you.   ’            her   voice   was   soft,   unsure.   and   as   he   approached   her,   she   wrapped   both   her   arms   around   his   middle,   her   face   burying   in   his   chest   as   she   inhaled   his   scent   deeply.   this   was   the   hardest   part.            ‘   i’ve   missed   you.   ’         and   she   did,   but   before   the   interaction   could   become   any   more   physical   she   took   a   step   back,   damp   eyes   meeting   his.            ‘   we   have   a   lot   to   catch   up   on.   did   steve   —   did   steve   tell   you   anything   about   —   us ?   ’     /         @benignhomecoming​

[brittlefcrged]

@benignhomecoming​ liked for a starter.

           She hadn’t intended to fall asleep -- she’d been rather unable to, in fact, curled up on the cot in the sleeper car, earbuds in as she’d tried to drown out the sounds of the train’s movements under her, of the voices and movements of the other occupants of the train, of the words, and shouts, and sharp retorts of weapons that crowded her thoughts.   Images had bled from pencil to paper.   A train, in the snow, speeding around the curve of a mountain, not so dissimilar from the one she was on, but --  not.  Heavier, boxier.  The mountains, sharper and steeper.   

          A star.  Over, and over, the star.    

                       The figure of a man, that same star emblazoned on his shoulder.  A chair, and a lab, and eyes that haunted her.   Fragmented images.  Half blurred in fog, seen through a sheen of frost, or the haze of smoke.  Sprawled across pages, in the sketch book that now lay splayed open on the floor beside her where it had fallen from her fingers.  Those images had lingered, flickering through her dreams, her sleep fitful at best --

    She awoke with a gasp, startling herself upright, a hand thrown out in front of her as if to ward herself from a fall --   Confusion, fear, drowsiness, dancing across her features as she blinked, disconcerted, trying to remember where she was, who she was --  Her eyes found him, found his, hauntingly familiar, and she felt the sudden heat in her cheeks as realization caught up to her, a guilty flush as her gaze darted down to the pages littered across her cot, the book on the floor.   “I -- “  Fingers darted out, gathering up, half crumpling pages as she leaned to reach for the book.   “Did I -- was I talking in my sleep?  Did I wake you?”  The words were in half bleary Russian.  “I .. I’m sorry, I ... “  

[youxmove]

3, 2 , 1 *puckers up*

@benignhomecoming

There was nothing celebratory about the end of this year, nor was there any joyousness that came from the thought of the new one opening it's doors in just a matter of seconds. He was a super soldier, yes, but that didn't mean his injuries weren't serious. That didn't mean he hadn't coded fourteen hours before. Those barking his orders promised to keep him safe- they promised, but like so many times before- they lied. They kept lying.

Once they finally stabilized him, Sharon hadn't left his side. She refused. All she wanted was for him to be okay, to wake up...but it was a waiting game now. And there was no telling how long it would take.

The faint roar of a crowd causes her brown hues to flicker upwards towards the television hung in the corner of his room. The same old countdown, the same old cheer.

'3...2...1. Happy New Year!'

Sharon's eyes close, sucking in a breath as the new year falls over them. Already tainted with such heartache and destruction, though maybe there was a hope of a chance...a chance that maybe things would be alright.

Slowly she looks back over at Bucky, throat night, but carefully she leans over him, lips gently pressing against his as she offers him a feather light kiss.

"Happy New Year Bucky...."