#honorarystripes

[owinterer]

Something felt off. Rather off. But Bucky couldn't put his finger on why exactly.

After all, the way the world he was currently seeing looked, it seemed.. different. No, younger? Was that even a thing he could use to describe that? Urgh, just the thought of that was really a head scratcher. And he had dealt with hearing from Bruce that it was possible that things could end up different, not that he wanted to believe that, of course.

But now? It was starting to sink in that it was a very, VERY probable possibility.

And of course, it'd happen to him. Yep. Just his luck. A hand was dragged down his face as he sighed heavily. Whatever, he'd find out what happened and go from there, hopefully without too much issues. Right? Without issues? So much for that, his eyes had immediately fallen upon a familiar face.

That was Steve. Steve Rogers.

"Well, shit." Came the words softly under his breath as he glanced down. Good thing his vibranium arm was covered entirely, it would make it easier for him to blend in.. As much as he could blend in, really. He was standing there almost like a deer in headlights. // @honorarystripes . sc .

[fanpandemonium]

My Weakness

@honorarystripes

It had all gone wrong.

The mission had failed miserably to begin with, when he and Steve had been captured by Hydra. But then Hydra had done something to Steve, and now...that small sickly kid from Brooklyn was in his arms in a dirty, cold cell. Somehow the serum had been nullified, and Hydra refused to give Steve the medical treatment he would need to survive unless Bucky became their Asset again.

It would be different than before. They would be kinder. A penthouse in a nice tower. Medical treatment for Steve. Food for both of them. Money for unnecessary things. All that was required, was that Bucky Hail to Hydra.

And so...

"Hail Hydra."

He would get them out of this. He had to.

[kingcrossbones]

"You know you like men on their knees, you should at least say please."

"Now that's just stupid. How would that sound... get on yer knees for daddy, will ya, sweetheart... please," Brock said it in a mocking tone, cringed and gave a shudder at the thought.

[goldenandvoid]

@honorarystripes

comes from here

The Void didn't come as something monstrous. It came as the particular yellow of a dying bulb in a tenement on Myrtle Avenue, as the smell of gin soaked into cheap wool, as the specific dimensions of a kitchen Steve Rogers had spent years trying to forget the exact size of. The golden light he'd carried into the street was gone. The room was small again. He was small again — seven years old, ribs visible through a thin undershirt, lungs already working too hard just to manage the cold air. His hand found the leg of a kitchen chair. The shadow filling the doorway was the right height. It had always been the right height.

The belt came off the loop the way it always had. The Void wore Joseph Rogers the way someone wears a coat they don't particularly like — loosely, without investment. It didn't rush. The first strike landed and the boy went into the radiator and the Void just stood there a moment after, head tilted very slightly, the way it tilted over the city earlier. The eyes inside Joseph's face weren't eyes. They were the same dark the Void had spread across six blocks of Manhattan — patient, without bottom, not angry at anything.

It crouched down. Joseph's hands pinned the boy's shoulders to the grime on the floor and the Void brought its face close, unhurried. When it spoke it didn't use the throat. The words were already inside the room, already inside the boy. No serum this time, Steven. The walls at the edges of the room had started going soft and dark, the plaster running like something had gotten into it. The Void pressed one thumb to the center of the boy's chest, where the star would eventually sit, and it wasn't cruel about it. That was the worst part. You already know this place. You never really left.

[protectxthem]

@honorarystripes asked: "Have you been a good boy lately?" [ John nsfw]

Unprompted asks/meme I can't find | accepting

"Depends on who you ask. But yes, I've been a good boy, sir." He says, looking at Steve.

[xnxthinglastsfxrever]

@honorarystripes

"Heard you need a friend tonight."

[ladybrohawkeye]

@honorarystripes

"You and your super solider self need to stop being so smug." She sniffles and coughs, wrapped tightly in a blanket. "I know you can't get sick anymore but somehow this feels like your fault."

[lokitheliesmith]

Aftermath, Afterlife, Afterwyrd //Closed Starter

@honorarystripes

It was almost funny, how slowly the world seemed to move now that the immediate invasion was thoroughly taken care of. Loki had picked up the details of the end of the battle in fragments overheard, as they had peeled him out of the Hulk-hole he'd been slammed into, but after that he had been kept wholly in the dark.

That too, was almost literal. The cell-room he was in was lit only by the hallway beyond, and the heavy manacles Thor had brought for him curtailed his magic. The scold's bridle chafed at his dignity, but it didn't hurt. Small mercies. Unless they meant to starve him to death, they would have to remove it soon enough.

There was no sure way to tell how long he had been there, save for the early sensation of thirst, when he heard noises beyond the door. He sat up, mentally readying for whatever was to come.