#besidetheriveroftruth

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besidetheriveroftruth

        C arol would learn to hate Fury for this later. For        now? There was a mission at hand, and she'd been        given her briefing; after saving New York from Yon-        Rogg, bursting her lesion in the process, a second        bout of amnesia hit her. What Steve (and countless        others) didn't know was that her lesion had been        properly treated before her fight with Yon-Rogg. But        Fury needed Steve under his thumb for the time        being, and he assured Carol it was for the Greater        Good.

        She didn't make a habit of arguing with the Greater        Good.

        So there she stood outside Steve's door, her cover in        mind, adopting a pitiful expression. This would be hard.        Hard, but not impossible. Reaching out, she gave a soft,        little knock. Then a more certain one.

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[ My mom and I went to Starbucks, and she heard me tell them my name was Carol, so she told them her name was Steve. I'm so proud. ]

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Live Again || Steve + Bucky || Post CA: TWS

     He knew him.          The Soldier knew the man, but more importantly, the man knew the Soldier.               The Soldier did not know himself.

     There was an enduring sense of loss radiating from his chest; a knowledge that the life he led was not his own. One word——presumably, a name. Bucky. Was that who he was? Was he Bucky? Was he really the man's friend?

     He didn't know, but he knew one person who did. The man.

     He kept his distance, kept his eyes on him, watching to see if there was a security detail, waiting to find a time that would be good, if one existed. He felt flashes, sometimes, of a life that once might have been his. In a world that no longer looked like this one. Fewer people, duller buildings, smaller cities. Once, he flashed back to Coney Island. Another time, he flashed back to a war. Most of the time, he woke up confused why he was under a bridge or a tree and not at home, but his memories of home vanished like a dream.

     The museum offered some information; the man's name was Steve, and a photograph explained why his flashes of memories portrayed him shorter, skinnier. A memorial displayed with the Soldier's picture called him James Buchanan Barnes, the way the man had. Apparently a war hero, he had died almost seventy years earlier.

     He didn't remember any of this.      He remembered killing.

     He had questions, and the man had answers, but... Would he be welcome? Would he be seen as a threat or a target?

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besidetheriveroftruth replied to your post: “[[ i will likely be doing spoilery threads on here tonight they’ll...”:

Is this spoilery threads with meeeee?

[[ *face pets* It can be yes

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[[CHEATER

C H E A T E R

CHEATER]]

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besidetheriveroftruth replied to your post: “valerieallbright replied to your post: “Agent Barnes we regret to...”:

DUDEBRO I WAS ABOUT TO LOL!!! Btw imnevercleverenough is William haha

[[XDD MESSAGE ME ON SKYPE IT'S HELLA EASIER

Oooohhh you showin' him the ropes?]]

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besidetheriveroftruth replied to your post: “[[*quietly changes steve’s tag to ‘my punk little brother’* *quietly...”:

*quietly snickers because we have matching tags with 'my jerk big brother' and cackles at the amusing tag because Steve's now taller*

[[First of all, that might have totally been why I changed it.

Secondly xD Bucky's complaining about the height thing again.]]

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Sock Drawer--No Socks || Steve +Bucky

     Bucky had taken his arm off, a little overwhelmed by guilt of its history, and left it in his sock drawer for the day. He hadn't expected to run into Steve, but no matter.

     Left arms were so 1944 anyway.