#dsturbedstudios

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#Besties

feat. @dsturbedstudios [Bucky] & @thcrealheroes [Homelander]

[moved-thcrealheroes]

Are you and the Winter Soldier really friends? Feels a bit forced Homie.

random anonymous || ft. @dsturbedstudios

"F-forced ? What ?! Anonymous, it's not POLITE to spread false rumors. I don't know what you're talking about... We, as The Seven, are a tight-knit family. I love them all dearly, and nothing I do is forced. The Winter Soldier and I are very close actually ! In fact, I consider him one of my best friends. I like to think I took him under my wing when he first joined The Seven... you know, to make him feel... well, more at home. He's not much of a talker. Something like Black Noir, the silent type... you could say. But we are like TWO PEAS IN A POD ! So yeah, we are really, truly the best of friends. I can assure you."

[chingonaclaws]

@107thsoldat. bucky.

The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign bleeding in through threadbare curtains. Laura sits on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knees, hands clenched tight. Her knuckles are pale. She can still smell blood...not hers...and it coats the inside of her skull like a film she can’t scrub clean.

She doesn’t flinch when the door creaks open behind her. She knows it’s him. She can feel him. Smell him. The quiet, steady presence she hasn’t decided if she wants close or far away.

“Don’t,” she says before he speaks. Her voice is sharp, quiet. Cracked around the edges. “Whatever you’re gonna say, just...don’t.”

She turns her head just enough to catch him in the corner of her eye. Her posture doesn’t shift. She stays still, rigid, like if she moves too much, she might come apart.

“You don’t get it, Barnes,” she murmurs, the name bitter on her tongue, not out of hatred, but familiarity. “I was made to kill. Not to be held. Not to be looked at like…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. The words taste wrong.

Her jaw clenches.

“I’m not something you save.”

[amarvelousmencgerie]

@dsturbedstudios

-short starter the boys verse

She hated the way it felt when Vought made her go out and be around Homelander. It made her ill to think that they had the one and only way to keep her on the team but what could she really do but smile, be their all american girl.... their Supergirl. Taking a deep breath, she heard him before he'd opened the door. Kara let out the breath, put her very impressive sweet smile and walked back into the room.

Sitting down on the top of the table, she crossed her legs before grabbing the schedule that she'd called him up to get. Kara bit down on her lower lip, wishing he wasn't so damn attractive but she pushed those thoughts from her mind. "Winter, I didn't think you were gonna make it up here so fast. I figured you were out signing autographs and making all your young fans swoon." She chuckled before pushing a chair out with her toe. "Have a seat, I wanted to talk to you about sometihng."

[amarvelousmencgerie]

@dsturbedstudios

Starter for bucky from Steve. Gang AU(till I figure out what we should call it)

Sitting on the couch, he couldn't believe his eyes when a few of his men led his oldest friend in. Of course he'd known Bucky was still alive but he didn't think he'd be back in Brooklyn. He worked for the Russians and Steve rarely let anyone stay that was working with them. Now, here he was and he hoped their ties as family, found family would be enough so that he could trust him this close to everyone Steve cared about.

Finally after taking in a deep breath and letting it out, Steve stood up and walked over to Bucky. He motioned for his men to leave. "Buck. It's been a long time." Steve reached his hand out pulling the shorter man into him as he huged him, their hands still locked together.

[amarvelousmencgerie]

@dsturbedstudios

holding their face after a close call - to kara from bucky. (marvel or mafia fine with either)

As she stood in front of the room filled with the green glowing stone, the guilt flooded her mind. She hated that so many died, so many were gone and there wasn't a way to bring them back. Day after day they'd worked to learn things, try to figure out how to reverse the actions of Thanos but there wasn't anything.

For weeks, Kara traveled with Carol, thinking that somewhere in the galaxy there would be a place they could get answers... nothing. Now, she was really feeling the guilt of being there, knowing she was the last of her kind and she couldn't be snapped. She'd been saved and others were taken. Her mind wishing she could give herself up in their place.

All she'd been thinking about for days was that she wasn't the hero that she'd promised Steve and her father she would be. SHe wasn't the woman that she'd promised her father she would be. Instead, she'd failed. WHen the bolt of magic hit her, it was as though she'd felt all the pain in the universe all at once. Then, they were all gone.

Kara reached up to place her hand on the control panel that would open the doors, that would take her powers away and take away the guilt that she couldn't shake. If she couldn't save everyone, what was she even worth. Just as her hand had been placed on the panel and the door started to slide open, she heard Bucky walking down the hall, his heartbeat giving him away.

She couldn't quite make out his expression but as her hand fell to her side, Kara heard the door close as his hand pressed where hers had been. As tears began to flow down her cheek, Kara felt Bucky's cool hand against her face. Her eyes finally connecting with his and more tears started to cascade down.

"It's not fair." Her words were soft and she placed her delicate, shaking hand on his wrist. "I... we can't find a way to bring them back. Nothing... there's no way to fix this... and the one person that is smart enough has given up. My father wants nothing to do with any of this anymore. I'm not smart enough, or strong enough and if I can't do what my kryptonian father sent me here to do... to keep Earth safe then why should I..."

Kara let her words stop as she closed her eyes trying to stop the tears.

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[geistsoldat]

@dsturbedstudios asked: " let's just get this over with . " - from bob

Bucky   looked   at   Bob   with   a   hardened   gaze,   the   kind   that   had   weathered   wars,   betrayals,   and   more   lives   lost   than   counted.   The   edge   in   the   voice   didn’t   surprise   him—Bob   always   walked   a   razor-thin   line   between   composure   and   catastrophe.   Still,   the   bluntness   of   it   scraped   at   something   in   Bucky.   He   adjusted   the   strap   of   his   tactical   harness,   metal   fingers   clinking   faintly   as   he   flexed   them.   “Yeah,”   he   muttered,   the   single   word   carrying   the   weight   of   weariness   and   a   steel-forged   sense   of   duty.   “Funny   how   things   always   come   down   to   just   ‘getting   it   over   with,’   huh?”

He   stepped   forward,   boots   crunching   over   rubble   and   glass,   his   silhouette   dark   against   the   fractured   skyline.   There   was   no   fear   in   Bucky’s   posture—just   a   resignation   that   came   from   knowing   the   fight   ahead   might   not   end   clean.   “Don’t   pretend   this   means   nothing,”   he   added,   voice   lower   now,   eyes   locking   with   Bob’s.   “We   don’t   have   to   like   it.   Hell,   we   might   not   walk   away   from   it.   But   if   this   is   it,   we   do   it   right.   No   shortcuts.   No   screwups.   And   if   you   start   to   lose   control…”   His   words   trailed   off,   but   the   threat   didn’t   need   to   be   voiced.   Bucky’s   hand   hovered   near   his   sidearm,   a   silent   promise   forged   from   friendship   and   necessity.   "Well.   .   .we   will   deal   with   it."   A   short   pause   comes   by   shortly   after,   as   his   flesh   hand   rest   atop   of   Bob's   shoulder,   as   firm   as   he   musters   without   any   hurt.   "Yelena   said   it   herself,   we   stick   together   from   now   on,   alright?"