#hadhimontheropes

[metalplated]

[ ‘lil punk ]

It was cold, colder than Bucky liked, so he hurried along with the wind at his back, working his left hand into and out of a fist, unwillingly reminded of how joints went frozen and stiff once before. Something catches his eye in the dim light of an alleyway and his head turns, only to have a shock of uncovered blond hair set off a jangle of panic in his mind. ( what the hell are you doing here?  I shouldn’t be seeing things anymore. ) The stubborn set of narrow, hunched shoulders draws out a single thread of guilt and he digs through his pockets for a crumpled five dollar bill, holding it out somewhat awkwardly to the man.        “ ...Here, pal. Take it. ”

[hadhimontheropes-blog]

Did someone tag me?

My tag is broken and I don't wanna accidentally miss something from someone who posted it.

[thisisntabackalley]

[text] Oh, by the way. You should have kissed me goodbye.

[text] There’s a reason I don’t do goodbyes.

[mcu-supersoldiers]

How long had it been? Weeks? No... months. It had to be months at this point. He had tried keeping up with the days at first. But he gave up after the second time he blacked out and lost at least two days. He'd come back to himself in a different part of town. There was no point. He was getting by, but barely, squatting in an old factory near the docks. He was on his way back there for the night when he stumbled into an alley and stopped dead in his tracks.

That... that was absolutely IMPOSSIBLE. He must have eaten something bad out of that Italian restaurant's garbage. Or there was something in the water he'd been drinking. Or worse, he was just hallucinating because his mind was still so broken and scattered.

There, curled in on himself, was a very small, thin young man who looked EXACTLY like Steve Rogers... his mission. No.... Captain America. NO! No... Steve. Steven Grant Rogers. His friend. But it couldn't be him. Could it? Fuck, when was the last time he'd eaten, again? He couldn't do anything but stand and stare...

  hadhimontheropes

[thisisntabackalley]

//Alright. So. New theme. More or less complete. (it only took me all of today to get it done. such wow) With an added music player up at the top too. Kinda cheesy playlist but I'm having feels so that's what's there rn. eheh. Anyway. If you open two pages of my profile at the same time, especially for the first 2 tracks, they go really well overlapped together. :) 

Thanks to the ones who gave me suggestions for the playlist. :))

You all go take a look and tell me if there's anything I need to change/add/take away?

All 50 shades of grey on my profile page lol

[starkmademan]

+3

"But let's be honest. That's not why you're here."

[anotherwilltakeitsplace-blog]

+hadhimontheropes

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there."

[hadhimontheropes-blog]

A Lost Man

  "I don’t want your help," he said, it coming off a bit harsher than he had meant.  Or maybe he had meant it just like that.  Maybe he had meant it because he was hurt, but did not want to admit it.  "You’re not my friend, said it yourself, I’m not your Steve.  He is."  The one who was everything he wasn’t.  "So…back to your original question…no.  I was wrong.  I don’t love you.  You’re not my Bucky.  So just leave….I don’t need you or anyone else."

[brokenxsoldier]

Bucky sighed, his hands back at his sides. "C'mon, buddy. I can at least help ya find a place to stay. Just because you're not the Steve I know, doesn't mean I won't help ya."