Dec 27, 2017
@kingstequila
“--you are not gonna carry me anywhere.”
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@kingstequila
“--you are not gonna carry me anywhere.”
CHARACTER INTERVIEW
Repost. Don’t reblog.
NAME: James Buchanan Barnes NICKNAME(S): Bucky, Bucket, Buck, Crazy Cabbage/Potato Guy; the Asset, Fist of Hydra AGE: Will be 101 in March SPECIES: Human (enhanced)
personal.
MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true RELIGIOUS BELIEF: verse-dependent (generally agnostic) SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: To overcome HYDRA’s programming and live a relatively normal life LANGUAGES KNOWN: English, Russian, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Japanese, French SECRETS: Pretty much every memory he recovers from his Winter Soldier days SAVVIES: Guns, combat, cooking
physical.
BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 5′10″ WEIGHT: 215 lbs SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Various scars from fights ABILITIES/POWERS: Strength, durability, speed, stamina, healing, agility RESTRICTIONS: Forgetful - all the brainwashing has left him with a short-term memory loss-like inability to retain some recent memories
favourites.
FOOD: Literally anything involving cabbage and/or potatoes DRINK: Coffee PIZZA TOPPING: All but olives COLOR: Blue MUSIC GENRE: Classic rock, Disney BOOK GENRE: A sucker for romance novels tbh MOVIE GENRE: All SEASON: Spring CURSE WORD: Fuck SCENT(S): Woods/sap, metal, earthy, rain
fun stuff.
BOTTOM OR TOP: Usually top, but is always willing to switch it up SINGS IN THE SHOWER: No, he just hums, if at all LIKES BAD PUNS: Yes
tagged by: @soldatassassin tagging: @dcsidcrium @cliinquant @toskavechnyy @jatamansi @recruitedbyhydra @kingstequila @fxmiliarity @thesilverfrye and whoever else would like to do this! c:
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“Haven’t you heard? I’m fucking immortal.” He tapped his half-empty flask against Tequila’s forehead. “You, on the other hand, won’t live past forty with the way you’ve been runnin’ around.”
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His jaw popped loudly at his third yawn of the evening. The board meeting with Champ was long, tedious, and repetitive as always to the point that tempers were boiling over. Whiskey was glad to be excused early with Tequila for a drive up to Michigan.
Hat tipped over his eyes, he leaned his seat further back, ready to get some much-needed shut-eye when Ginger’s voice pierced the calming rocking of their car and the silence of the night.
A detour to Columbus, Ohio was in order, it seemed. Of course it was.
Dark eyes remained closed, though his clasped hands were tense. The detour meant he’d have to watch Tequila twice as closely. So much for a routine rookie mission.
“You got a suit in that bag, Tequila? ‘cause I don’t think jeans are allowed in that hotel Ginger wants us to go to.”
here's an ask so i can format that too
not that i plan to really do asks like this but i might also reblog some or maybe if its an anonymous thing i might idk i just need to see how it looks
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It wasn’t one of HYDRA’s biggest bases, no, but that didn’t make it any less important. Taking out operatives was good regardless. Bucky knew that Tequila was entirely too enthusiastic about wiping the bastards out, and, honestly, he couldn’t blame the man: the organization was awful and deserved to be eradicated, so who was Bucky - of all people - to deny that? And with this base being so small, they didn’t need more than two effective agents.
Bucky kept his gun close and his wits about him. Being back in a HYDRA facility was... quite unnerving, to be honest. Anxiety gnawed in his gut and he continuously reminded himself to clamp down on those emotions; there was no time for it in a mission. He had to look out for Tequila - that was the major thing keeping him grounded. Look out for his bud and eliminate HYDRA members, it was as simple as that. Simple. Simple.
Coming to a stop behind a corner in a hallway, the former asset sucked in a breath and listened. Nothing. Almost eerily quiet. A hand rose up and he gently pressed a finger to his ear where his comms piece rested. “Ginger, how do things look on your end?”
But there came no response. Not even static.
Brows furrowed and he pressed the piece once more, calling for her aid again. Still no answer. He pursed his lips together and pulled the piece from his ear to see if it was visibly damaged; but, finding it unscathed, he put it back into his ear to try one last time before ultimately giving up on it.
“Alright. My comms is broken.” He was quiet as he leaned to put his back against the wall and glanced at Tequila. “Can you ask Ginger how things look on her end? This place is way too quiet for my liking.”
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