She felt her heart rate spike first --- the familiar beat that it gave when she was being tortured, except there was nothing around her. Holding her breath as she approached the door, Sharon kept her pulse steady. Not knowing what was happening, her first instinct was to check in on Bucky and Tali. But once she was inside the house, no breathing technique could help her.
It was footsteps at first, in a familiar pattern, heavy steps, like those of agents... The first place her mind drifted to was Hydra. This had been a risk, a calculated one, they both knew that bringing Tali stateside could drag Hydra to the states too (if they weren’t already here), but Sharon had naively believed that they would have time. Sharon was quiet, putting her things on the ground delicately as she approached the edge of the hallway.
But then Tali screamed and Sharon didn’t wait. “Tali!” She turned the corner and immediately swung her elbow up to the throat of the nearest man. “Bucky!” She called out, “They’re in the house!” But it didn’t matter how loud she yelled, she couldn’t hear herself over Tali screaming.
do you think bucky struggles with the concept of time enough that he would carry around a watch that shows the date on it? i can imagine enough that he suffered enough trauma from zola the first time around he was being tested on in 1944; to when he fell from the train and lost track of time wishing he'd rather be dead to be without steve, tellinf himself steve had more important things to take care of then come for him; to when zola recaptured him and made him the winter soldier, forgetting the concept of time more and more until he had none left because of what hydra had done to him; all to when the clock ticked forward for the firstime in forever at the sight, the sound, of steve; steve is as familiar as clockwork to bucky and i can only imagine steve getting bucky a watch to help ground him when he needs it
Summary: Tony breaks the AC, Bucky worries about Loki
Warnings: language, body dysmorphia
Notes: I've been stress writing and it shows. Also, kudos to my desire to bath on ice every summer
AO3
The tower has a lot of shit waiting to be broken by a sleep-deprived Tony Stark. But he had to break the AC system, right in the middle of summer.
As expected, the tower was soon filled with fans and people laying on the coolest spots with as little clothe as possible. Something Bucky cannot dream of doing thanks to Hydra. And Loki, the only other one not getting naked, is locked up again. Bucky follows his steps, and gets out only when food is involved.
"Fuck, it's scorching hot here," Wanda complains. "What is Tony doing?"
"He's sleeping, collapsed," Steve answers, setting off a wave of groans.
"Has anyone seen Loki?" Thor asks, suddenly worried.
"In their room, I think. But Loki is a god. I mean, he'll be alright, right?" Bucky answers, excellent at hiding his own growing anxiety.
"They're a Frost Giant," Thor answers like it's an obvious answer.
"I thought you were working on your not so internalized racism towards Jötnar folk," Sam notes, attempting to drill holes in Thor's head.
"I didn't mean that, I meant that Jötnar thrive in the cold and suffer in the heat. It's literally how their bodies are made," Thor explains, somehow making a little sense.
"Alright, I'm going to check on him," Bucky decides and gets up, stopped by no one.
"Friday, is the door locked?" he asks halfway through the room, just in case he'll have to tear it apart.
"No, sir. But I would advise you to first-" Bucky only listens to the no, opens the door and storms in.
"Loki, are you still with me?" he yells. Well, this room is pretty colder than the others, which means they might be okay.
"Dearest, I really hope you have a good reason to come here screaming, or I'll make a fabulous widower in your funeral," Loki yells back from the bathroom if Bucky's not mistaken.
"So, is that a marriage proposal?" Bucky smirks
"I hate you,"
"Yes, I love you too. I just worried about you with the heatwave and the broken AC system…" Bucky trails off, walking towards the bathroom. The door is closed, obviously, but they might need to yell less when closer.
"You talked to Thor?" he asks. Bucky doesn't answer, being too busy blushing like a teenager. "It's fine, don't worry. I've got this under control," Bucky can almost see them laughing. And he feels the cold emitting from the door, being all so pleasant.
"Hey, do you mind if I come in? There's a draft coming off you, and it's too hot," Bucky asks, his heart clenching when Loki stays silent.
"Don't stare and don't touch me. The door is unlocked," he lets out a sigh. Bucky nods and turns the handle, searching for Loki the moment the door is open.
When he spots them on a bathtub filled with ice and without a single sign of illusions, he closes the door and walks closer, totally breaking his promise not to stare.
"Didn't you listen?" Loki growls, glaring at Bucky with narrowing burning red eyes, his pupils becoming thin like a feral cat's.
"How was I supposed to know that you're breathtaking?" Bucky smiles, sitting beside the bathtub and resting his hands on it, watching as a faint smile appears on Loki's lips and a glow beams into their eyes.
"You should know better than lying to me," he growls again, his skin going cold and the surrounding ice on the bathtub thickening.
"You want to see if I'm lying? Come on, look into my eyes, okay? See if I'm lying to you," Bucky whispers and cups Loki's face with his left hand, trying to feel the markings against their deep blue face. Loki takes a deep breath in and out, his scarred lips a thin line as his eyes stare into the depths of Bucky's, his magic entering into Bucky's mind to confirm any lie.
"Loki, my dearest, you are the most breathtaking, most magnificent, most radiant person I've ever had the pleasure to meet and to love. And I don't care about the bullshit this asshole of a father fed you. You are worthy of love even when looking like this. Do you understand me?" he doesn't break his voice, even after feeling the disbelief and doubt in Loki's face. But they soon melt away, and Loki nods with a soft smile.
They yank Bucky towards them and into a tight hug, their nose on his shoulder. Bucky wraps his hands around Loki since he didn't frostbite his neck with his face, tracing calming patterns on his back. His heart drops when he hears a sniffle.
"Love, are you crying?" he whispers and tightens the hug, just in case.
"It's just… no one has ever said something like this… and I'm not crying," they take a deep breath, trying not to cry. Bucky still squeezes, even after Loki has calmed down.
"You can let me go now, love," he clears his throat, but Bucky stays right there.
"No," he states and snuggles against Loki's throat.
"If you let me go, I can suggest something better to cool you down," they bargain and earn Bucky's attention. He sighs and breaks the hug, staring right into Loki's eyes and grinning like an idiot.
"So, remove as much clothing as you feel like and get in the bathtub with me," Loki suggests. Bucky widens his eyes and lets his jaw drop. "It's fine. I'm not naked in here," he raises his leg, showing some black leggings.
Bucky nods and hesitates before he takes off his shirt. Well, Loki is covered in scars as well, they wouldn't criticize his own. Loki's eyes still fall on the place where Bucky's flesh meets the metal.
"Who did this to you?" he snarls, the voice alone making the room freeze as thicker ice forms around him and his pupils shrink again. Bucky knows this face well, even though it's more expressive now. He knows that if he speaks a name, Loki will try and kill this person.
"I don't remember, I think I tried to remove the hand or the metal forced into my skin," he whispers, almost ashamed of it. Loki nods, all the anger melting away and leaving space for sympathy. They stay silent, either not knowing what to say or knowing they don’t have to speak.
Then, he sits up on the bathtub, making just enough space for Bucky. He slithers in the tub, relieved when the cold water touches him, and melts against Loki’s icy body. Loki smiles and hugs Bucky from behind, their hand hesitantly reaching towards the metal arm, the scars.
“They don’t hurt any more, you can touch,” Bucky hums, way too relaxed in this blissful cold to mind anything. Loki hums, his lips threateningly close to Bucky's neck, but he doesn't mind. He feels their fingers tracing the scars, petting them.
"They're powerful, you know. They prove that you resisted, that you're not them, or him. In your place, I might even be proud to bear them," he purrs, Bucky can feel the affection in his eyes.
"And yours aren't?" he questions. He's seen Loki's scars, the ones from their torturer, covering most of their body, all different but still looking as painful. Even as someone who's been through torture and has done it, he's equally terrified and impressed by this person's creativity and experience. Loki nods against his shoulder, trying to keep his breaths even. "Love, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he whispers, turning around and cupping Loki's face.
"It's not you, don't worry. It's, I don't like the heat. I can't breathe and… he used it against me," they sigh, tracing patterns against his body, Bucky knows they do it only to calm themselves. He takes his hand and starts rubbing it, tracing the tribal markings and scars from dagger trainings.
Loki sighs against Bucky's shoulder, and Bucky lifts the hand to blow a kiss on it. Loki hides his face in Bucky's neck, his cheeks burning. Bucky had found out that kissing one's hand is a big deal on Asgard, and the easiest way to make Loki melt, and would always do it to lift them up. And because he loves watching Loki blushing like a high school girl.
Loki relaxes after a few minutes, and Bucky follows. Neither understand when they have drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
@resolutevalor asked: "Who did this to you?" (Bri to Bucky)
Send "Who did this to you?" for sender to touch one of receiver's scars. Add "reverse" at the end for the receiver to touch one of sender's scars. | Accepting
Bucky grabs Bri's wrist as she touches his scar where his Vibranium arm is connected to his body. "Hydra was part of it, the other part was when I landed after falling off a train that got a hole blown into the side of it..."
@brnzm asked: [ push ] in the midst of a dangerous situation, the sender pushes the receiver out of harm's way [ serum!zemo ]
PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF HANDS & TOUCH * include 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt | accepting
Walker staggers to his feet, looking around for his shield.
Fuck!
It's about three feet away from him, and from the way he just got hit, there's no way he can make it over to the shield fast enough. He holds his side as he breathes heavily. His side hurts, and he probably has a bruise forming, if not broken ribs.
His blue eyes go wide as the Hy/dra agent runs at him quickly. John braces himself to get hit, but instead of getting hit, he feels hands on him, and they're pushing him out of the way of the agent.
He slides backwards and stumbles before hitting the ground with his butt. He lifts his head and looks up to see Zemo standing where John was once standing.
John reached for his shield and then slid it across the floor towards Zemo so he could use it to shield himself until John could get back to his feet.
This was supposed to be an easy rescue mission: destroy the Hy/dra base and rescue the person inside. He didn't think they'd put up this big of a fight for just one person. But once he saw who the person was that he was to rescue, he started to understand a little as to why they didn't want to let him go without a fight.
After being pushed by the other, which would be relatively impossible for any un-enhanced human, it all started to click. They had experimented on Zemo, and John was unaware of how much they had done to him.
For years Bucky would draw on his arm, only because he saw his parents do it to themselves and an identical mark would appear on the other person's arm. Bucky thought he was broken, or his soulmate didn't want to talk to him, because he'd never get an answer or drawing in return.
Bucky eventually gave up until he met Steve and then he started writing and drawing on his arm again and looked at Steve's arm any chance he got to see if the same wording or drawing would appear and it didn't, so that caused him to give up again for many years, until he was in the military and he and his battalion got captured. He scribbled a message that simply read 'I'm sorry I never got to meet you.'
It was pointless, his soulmate probably didn't even care. Never did he think his soulmate wasn't alive yet. That memory of never being able to find his soulmate kept him going when he was being tortured and brainwashed by Hydra. The moments he was lucid he would look down at his arms, comparing them sometimes and often times before he could really look at his arm and see something on it, he was being hauled into the chair and his memories were being erased before he was put into Cyro sleep.
Once when he was partially lucid, he wrote quickly and sloppily on his arm, his flesh arm that his name was Bucky, in a last-ditch effort to see if his soulmate would answer just this one time. He wasn't sure if he ever got an answer because his lucidness disappeared and he went back to being the Winter Soldier.
Now here, in the year 2015, he was lying awake staring up at the ceiling after having been awoken by a nightmare of his time as The Winter Soldier, but also as his time in the military where he never got a response from his soulmate. He was currently on the run because he was a wanted man by well everyone after Steve had saved him. He guesses he can give it one last chance before maybe giving up forever.
'You awake?' he scribbles on his arm and then pauses as he writes some more. 'I don't even know if you'll see this but my name's Bucky and you're my soulmate.' He had written in English just in case his soulmate didn't know Romanian, which is where he currently was, Romania.
Send 📋 and I'll mention the concept idea I had for my muse
It could be headcanons, design or portrayal, but not limited to these options.
These can also be either the ideas that were discarded or planned to be used in the future. | accepting
Nothing is set in stone, but if anyone is interested let me know :D
Steve Rogers - Role Reversal au with Bucky. John Walker being Steve Rogers' clone, like as another organization other Hydra. Artist au, where Steve's a famous artist instead of being Captain America.
John Walker - Role Reversal au with Bob Reynolds. I had an idea for Winter Soldier John but later scrapped the idea because that'd be me playing into Hydra or something, but i could always have it be another organization that stole Hydra's plans i don't know. Oh yes John reliving his teenage years after being hit by magic while on a mission either by himself or another Thunderbolt member, it'd be temporary just until the magic either reverses itself or they go to Stephen Strange for help.
