#endcfpeace

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“you don’t know how to work the shower, do you?” he was sure his voice came out of left field, since he didn’t think bucky knew he left the door to the bathroom OPEN. leaning against the jam, he used his chin to nod in the direction of the offending object in question. arms folded over his chest.  “you have to put in a water temperature first. starks touch.”

@endcfpeace !

[augcstiine-blog]

#god im so heart eyes #for mint and august #guys go follow my wife #like actual wife #shes amazing i swear 

we’re not married yet i only have one ring on my finger

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♗ ayy i’ll take one of these please and thank you!

my icon style || NOT ACCEPTING

[soneckoh]

                 @endcfpeace // random starter !!

                  “ You -- made breakfast for me, ” Irunya said quietly, voice laced with awe. Such a small act, yet one that hadn’t been done for her since she was old enough to cook. It was always her, every morning, making breakfast for the family. She remembers standing right where he is on a step stool so she could reach the stove top at age eight. 

                    There had been a crisis with the irrigation after Bucky fell asleep. She didn’t dare wake him up, for she knew his hours of sleep were slim. Irunya was outside the whole night with nothing but a flashlight to guide her. When the sun rose, she was covered in mud and insect bites, hands scratched from the sharp edges of the split pipes. Luckily, she had managed to fix almost everything before the fields flooded. Some areas, though, she could tell, were poisoned by the sheer amount of water. Oh, how she feared to see the water bill for the month.

                    Exhausted, Irunya couldn’t stop her bottom lip from trembling. Vision glossed over as tears filled her eyes. Such acts of kindness she was not used to. One hand shoots up to rub vigorously at her eyes, though she just smears a mix of blood and mud all over her already dirtied face. “ Nobody’s -- ever made breakfast for me since I was eight. ”  

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@endcfpeace  || plotted starter

A MISSION.  He’s been sent on a mission, not one he’s particularly happy about but he doesn’t deny Thor much of anything. Paul, the loyal, obedient friend respects the prince enough that he simply nods and is on his exploring Midgard to find the man they pen ‘Bucky Barnes.’ It’s a simple welfare check on one that has caused many problems in the realm. Steve Rogers has given Paul as much information as he can suffice to locate the man. 

There he stands, weary of the man. Paul isn’t the warrior that his friend is, not the hardened survivor that some may think he is. Every step he takes is careful, slow to approach to gauge what he may be feeling before he is aware of the healer’s presence. There’s not much of a read at first but the closer he gets the more mixed signals he’s getting. The array isn’t something he’s experience before and it makes that much more weary of the man he’s been sent to check on. 

          What did you get me into, Thor? 

The closer the Asgardian gets he feels as if he can’t breathe, but he has to maintain his calm. No laying his cards out on the table before he knows what he’s getting himself into. “Bucky Barnes?” He says, tone smooth as silk, calm like a pond on a warm summer day. “I was sent to speak with you,” All the emotions overcoming him are overwhelming.... one thought mixed with something that doesn’t feel a part of this man. How is this man functional? 

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“ nobody sees me the way you do. ”

i’m still here. | accepting.

“because you don’t let them.”HE KNEW THAT WAS a bullshit excuse. after all, he felt the same way. no one would ever look at him like he was anything other than the man he was today -- except bucky. because no one else had been there. no one else had stood by his side, mopped sweat off his brow during illness, picked him up out of the TRASH other than bucky. no one looked at him with eyes that told of something more than just seeing captain america. and he knew the same went for bucky. he saw the way people looked at him. he saw the way people VIEWED him. 

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“ i’m still in love with you. ”

i’m still here. | accepting.

“buck –” HE STOOD UP FROM THE bed, and moved away from it. his throat was tight and he passed a hand over his face in anxiety. he couldn’t look at him, that was a given fact. he was avoiding it. he was avoiding any, and all, eye contact with the other man. with his friend. once more ( always more? ) but that was before. before the fall, before the plane, before the aliens, the brainwashing, the fighting, the shields, the superheros  —STEVE SWALLOWED AND shook his head. as if he was denying what james said to him, denying that he was still in love with him. “no,” he verbalized it. confirming that he was rejecting the idea, rejecting the notion. “no, you were in love with someone else.” his throat burned, he could feel the thump thump thump in his wrists of his heartbeat, pushing blood too fast through his veins as if it was begging him not to say what he was SAYING. “you were in love with a skinny kid from brooklyn, too dumb to run away from a fight. he’s not…”HE FINALLY CAST HIS gaze towards him, but only at his knees. he wouldn’t look at his face. as if he was – ashamed? “he’s not here anymore, buck.”

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" close your eyes and hold out your hands. "

wiping his lips with a cloth napkin, steve eyes the man across the dinner table. questioning his motives. steve obeys. ( that’s a first. )

“ you’re damn lucky i trust you. “ eyelids squeezed tight, he outstretches his hands. cupped, awaiting whatever “gift” bucky had come up with.