#consumedbywinter

[consumedbywinter]

(( ooc; I’m still messing around with this account but in the meantime; 

                                 like/reblog this if you would like a starter! ))

[iaintyourprize]

consumedbywinter started following you

"Hey, I've heard of you. Bucky, right?"

[themetallicbird]

consumedbywinter replied to your post “Bucky and Steve”

Awww you're too sweet. Thank you, dear <3

[[You're welcome! I wuv your Buck.]]

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha was exhausted. She hadn't been sleeping since verything with James... the Winter Solider... Bucky, whatever she should be calling him. That had been a month ago, and it was still haunting her. She locked her apartment door, intending on going straight to bed, but stopped when she sensed something, someone in her apartment. Drawing her weapon, she carefully made her way into her bedroom. "James?"

[fighterstillremains]

Dear Soldier| For consumedbywinter

With war declared on Iraq, it seemed like the entire world was on fire and no one could escape the hungry inferno that was war. She wanted to be a part of it more than ever. She was too small to enlist. She had tried, and they had shooed her away. She wanted to be a medic, but she was still in school for it, they wouldn't allow her in without a degree. They still only saw the weakness, the paleness, the stringy muscles and the skeletal look that hung off her like an old ratty shirt. Nothing had changed. She received the same pitying looks, the same cruel laughter. Nothing short of a miracle was going to change their mind.

So when she found the "Women Who Care" program, she signed up. You wrote letters to an assigned soldier and sent them a care package once a month. She wasn't expecting anything out of it. She wrote her letter, following the guidelines, but put her own twist on things, considering that she sounded a bit too formal. That wasn't Stevie Rogers, not one bit. So, she did her thing, and packed up the box with essentials. Twelve pack of Chip's Ahoy, those artificial flavor things to put in a bottle of water. Socks. Trail mix. Gum. Tooth brush. Soap. Paper. Pens. Sealing up the box and shipping it out was the easy part. But when she didn't hear back from Sgt. James Barnes, she sort of gave up. Another useless military endeavor.

[natalyaromanovas-iselsewher-blog]

✺

Natasha wakes up from a light sleep to hear someone knocking on the door. Blinking in the darkness, she gets to her feet and opens it to see him standing outside.

"James?"

She frowns, suddenly wide awake.

"What is it? Do you need something?"

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

Save Yourself || Closed

Natalia filled her helmet with small berries at the edge of the river before filling her canteen, mouth full of the small sweet fruit. She remembered stories when she was a little girl about water spirits that would suck little children under the surface at eat them. But she was not a little girl anymore. She was fifteen and a soldier.

The water was cold but Natalia was filthy and stank after days walking. She stripped, waded in up to her waist, and perfunctorily started to scrub herself down with the small bar of soap from her pack. It was getting rather small, but that was alright. She would find her unit again soon, and get back to camp for more supplies. Her hair was long and tangled, even when she sat below the surface to let the current loosen some of the knots, so for a while she sat naked on shore, wrestling with a comb while the sun dried her skin.

A noise behind her in the trees made Natalia tense. Searching in her pack for a handgun she turned and aimed at the noise, then blinked in confusion.

"Amerikansky?" she called, gun still up but finger off the trigger, very aware that she was naked and probably stained pink around the mouth by berries.

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

consumedbywinter replied to your post:it’s that time of the three-week cycle where I see...

Omg if you’re still looking for a Bucky, I’d love to try it! :)

i am in a constant state of either looking for a bucky or being too scared to look for a bucky come here my friends let's do a thing