#lamentingwclf

[chamberedbeauty]

@lamentingwclf continued from x

That stupid yellow piece of paper plagued her thoughts from the moment James pulled it out of his pocket. It plagued everyone they knew. His sisters were terrified, but tried their best to keep a brave face for their brother and mother- who was sick with fear and grief already was distraught and filled with tears only a mother could weep. Steve- well she wasn't quite sure how Steve was feeling other than a failure- that he should be with him.... which Gwen could nearly deck him for, but it was his feelings, nonetheless.

And as for her...all she could do now was pray for this war to end- and think of escape routes for the new soldier.

The week flew by and before everyone knew it, James would be sent off for basic training in the morning. 7am sharp. His sisters wanted to make this night special and begged him to go dancing- which of course he agreed to, even if it wasn't what he wanted.

Even more than that he'd been hesitant around her, and not just after the card came. No, this had been going on for a few months now. Nothing rude or blatant to the naked eye, but she knew him, she knew their relationship, and something was just off. He'd been avoiding her presence solely the whole night. Any time his sisters would be off dancing and Steve finding some quiet in the back, Bucky would suddenly need a drink and excuse himself. Finally, she stood, her hand outstretched to him, asking him to accompany her to the dance floor- a large grin coming to her red painted lips as he guides her out.

As the band slows their song, Gwen can't help but feel her chest tighten with disappointment, figuring he'd dismiss the dance, but instead, he pulls her to him. Not close like Harry would, or like he had before, but enough, and once more it causes her to smile. Her hand holds onto his as they begin to sway, her other softly resting on the back of his neck and she's about to speak before he asks his question- one that surprisingly brings the smallest bit of discouragement.

"Try my mother," Gwen replies with a small laugh. "Daddy's excited, but my mother, she's been dreaming of this moment ever since I was a little girl. But despite her pleading, I haven't even tried on any dresses yet. We have a few things planned out. What we'd like as the venue, the church, who will stand with us- just little things like that but um...it is a little difficult planning the wedding through letters."

Brown eyes look up to find his, resisting the urge to squeeze his hand. "I'm happy Steve came with us. I know he wasn't feeling well earlier this week, but I am glad he is trying." She laughs, a true and genuine laugh. "I will have to give him some lessons however. He stepped on my toes a few times and I'm pretty sure even though he only weighs ninety some pounds, June's toes will be black and blue in the morning."

This time she gives in and gives his hand a light squeeze. ".... Bucky, are you doing alright?" She feels the worry creeping onto her features, and she doesn't want that. He has enough to worry about without feeling the need to take care of her. So, she lightens it- as quickly as she can. "Because even though I'm a girl, I can still do some damage. We could break your ankle- oh! or your knee. You'd get out of service, and you'd get to walk like a pirate. Or maybe we should try for a rib. If we do any damage to your legs, it could affect your dancing abilities, and the women of New York City would weep. So, what shall it be?"

[camerica]

@lamentingwclf

Steve hasn't slept properly in weeks though he's tried. The world's gone dark on HYDRA and James Buchanan Barnes. They call him The Winter Soldier and every time he hears it, his insides feel like becoming outsides. He can see how they'd get it wrong, can't really blame them, can he? They don't know what he knows.

It's been a month and a half already and the silence is deafening when he walks in the room and has to relive the broadcast of the event over and over and over again. You'd think a guy would be desensitized by now, how much news channels love to play it back and analyze it like they know who they're talking about.

Steve doesn't think he'll ever get used to the cold indifference on his best friends face. Then the terror. They'd left him to kill or be killed, left him to hang there and plummet with their failures into the Potomac.

But he hadn't. Even better, he'd saved Steve Roger's life. There had to be something left in him of the man they tried to strip down.

So when Tony tentatively shows him a distorted video of a piss poor excuse of a camera in some far away place that was taken three days ago, they don't have to exchange a word. He's suited up and hunting down the lead like he can sniff out the scent.

The lead is a dead end, of course. They always are. Bucky's a ghost in the wind every single time. But at least ghosts leave behind stories. Sightings. Bucky doesn't. Every track is disguised as someone else and he's not half as smart as the man himself but it leads him to a small little town, a village really, high up in the mountains where it's always cold.

He'd caught wind someone looking like Bucky had been sighted in a tavern recently, and though his gut is telling him this is just another god damn dead end, he's sipping his pint in a quiet and dark corner waiting.

[youxmove]

@lamentingwclf continued from x

She's not quick enough and she can't do the one thing she promised him she'd always do. She couldn't protect him. She couldn't him safe.

Everything happens so fast, and yet everything was freezing as if it were in slow motion. She doesn't remember running to him, doesn't remember radioing for help or she dropping to her knees, and instantly begins applying pressure on his fatal looking wound. Hell- she doesn't even know where Sam is anymore. All she knows is her world was fading from her, her everything was a bloodied mess....leaving her.

"Stop it. Stop it!" Sharon demands as he tries pushing her hands away. Her bottom lip trembles as she looks down at him, still so beautiful despite how pale and bloodied he was. Tears drip from her eyes as he tries to speak again. "Shh...just shh...keep your eyes on me. Baby....j-just keep your eyes on me."

His touch breaks her, and any sense of composure she MIGHT have been able to maintain is long gone. "N-no...no stop. Stop it." And then his body stills....and suddenly, there's more air left to breathe.

"Bucky?" Sharon whispers, a bloodied hand coming to his cheek. "Hey...don't do that. C'mon now, don't- don't do that. It's not funny. Hey..." Tears pour down her cheeks now but she shifts, laying her body on top of his as she continuously strokes his cheek, his hair, tracing his lips. "Hey...w-we still have things to do. We have to sign those papers for the house a-and then we were going to head to Louisiana for AJ's birthday, remember? So...so I need you to get up, okay?"

The agent leans down, her lips pressing to his bloodied ones before she continuous to stroke his face, his blood soaking the front of their bodies. "...There's so much more to do. You haven't even proposed yet. We were going to grow old together, remember that? Remember what I promised you? I-I have it all planned out. We're going to get married....have kids. We were going to travel together and I...I was going to show you all of it." A sad laugh is given as she brushes her nose against his. "....we haven't even gotten a dog or cat yet. So....c'mon. You're okay. Just get up. We'll get you stitched up and you'll be good as new."

Sirens in the background go unnoticed as she continues to stroke his cheek. "...Honey, you're scaring me. You have to get up now. Please? Please? I-I wanna go home. I want to go home now....Bucky I need you to take me home."

[hcartsleeved]

it   had   been   some   time   since   the   reverse   of   the   snap   and   seeing   bucky   again   was   so   bitterly   sweet.   she   was   beyond   thrilled   he   was   alive   again,   happy   he   got   to   live   his   life   free   finally.   but   so   torn   between   missing   and   wanting   him,   and   guilty   for   thinking   about   him   while   with   steve.   guilty   for   even   being   with   steve.   and   guilty   for   falling   for   steve   like   she   did.   at   times   she   wondered   if   it   would   be   easier   if   she   got   snapped   too.   they   would   have   both   been   brought   back   and   everything   could   go   back   to   the   way   it   was.   but   it   wasn’t   so   simple   and   she   was   forced   to   move   on   and   so   was   he   and   it   didn’t   feel   fair   —   it   didn’t   feel   right.   she   was   confused,   conflicted,   and   in   need   of   some   sort   of   closure,   so   now   she   waited   outside   of   buckys   apartment   at   2   in   the   morning   while   steve   was   off   leading   a   mission   in   russia.   maybe   she   was   lonely   or   maybe   it   was   the   wine   and   lack   of   sleep.   it   was   too   late   to   turn   around   now.   

‘   hey   —   ’         was   all   she   said   as   he   opened   the   door.            ‘   —   i’m   sorry.   i   shouldn’t   be   here.   i   should   go.   ’

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[nightmdic-a]

She watches him with a careful gaze, taking notes of his mannerisms, noticing how when he attempts to swipe away at the four fingers she held up towards him.

“Yea, you’re definitely not.” Lowering herself to be more on his level, head cants a light tilt. "definitely a concussion at least."

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[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

@lamentingwclf continued from x

Everything about this moment was up to him. His comfort, his decisions- all of it. And there was no opposition on her part, why would there be? She was getting plenty from this, but even more so, she didn't want to push him. She didn't want him to feel out of control or as if this was too much. Despite this, she can't help but beg for a faster pressure to release into that sweet sweet pleasure that's building up so deeply in her center.

The blonde all but whines as he forces her to use her body to stay upright instead of collapsed against him, but she listens to his silent instructions, gasping as he easily rips off her top. For a second Karen blushes, almost embarrassed by the primal need in his eyes, but that's quickly overruled as her erect nipple is placed in mouth and oh so tortuously wonderful toyed with his tongue and teeth.

Karen pants as she desperately tries to add more friction in their pace, her need growing impatient. But then he's instructing her and the tone in voice is almost enough to release right then and there. Immediately Karen does as she's told, her hands gripping at his shoulders as she leans back. The firm grip then force down on him causes Karen to gasp, sweat dripping down her body as she bites her lip, nails digging into fabric as she tries to prepare herself for what was coming.

When the pace comes, she tries, she tries so hard, to keep her sounds at a minimal volume, but the way he thrusts into her is something she'd never felt before. There's power behind each thrust, a deep need, and effortless strength fit for a superhuman. And the pace...it's not human and she's unsure now if she could ever go back.

Her mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut as she just tries to hang on, embracing the overwhelming pressure and pleasure. "Bucky!" Karen all but screams as she begins to shake, each breath a sharp gasp and it's not long before she's dizzy. Hands desperately reach up to his hair, pulling at it as she fights to stay upright as her legs begin lifting back too as her body gets closer and closer to her orgasm.

He hits first, but only by a fraction of a second, the warmth inside of her only aiding in her collapsing release and if it wasn't for his grip on her she'd be on the side of him. Her body violently shakes and contracts, her walls pulsing furiously around him as he still pumps his length inside of her- and her sounds...well she knew she'd be humiliated about them later.

She gives another small gasp in the midst of her fits of moans, shrieks, and panting, as Bucky's face buries against her neck, weak and shaky arms coming around his shoulders to hold him. A gentle kiss is pressed to his head as she continues to throb around him then lets her head fall on top of his as she tries to catch her own breath.

"....I-I need to lay down," Karen manages to croak out. "But....s-stay....s-stay close....p-ple-ease."

[normaltothemax]

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The little bell above the door chimes.

Sat behind the counter with her feet kicked up, Max forces herself to tear her eyes away from her book, despite things finally starting to get good. God, she really hates customers sometimes. But after getting a good look at this one? She decides he can be forgiven. This time. Considering she’d been expecting some snooty old couple who wouldn’t be happy with literally anything she said or did, or yet another kid who was “born in the wrong century” (Jesus H. Christ, don’t even get her started), seeing a hot guy around her age standing in the store is a delightful change of pace.

Down come her feet and away goes the book as she slaps on a friendly and welcoming customer service smile. “Hi. Can I help you find something? Or are you just looking around?” The closer he wanders, the more interesting he becomes. The guy has some sort of vibe about him, though it’s not one Max can put an exact finger on. Just a general prickling in the back of her skull that’s clearly trying to tell her something, but is really telling her absolutely nothing.

[chamberedbeauty]

@lamentingwclf look what you made me do

A large smile is beaming on the woman's face as she walks down the streets of Brooklyn, which are still buzzing, though dying just a bit as the night and excitement from the Dodger's win tonight- where she'd been able to celebrate in Steve's small apartment as they listened to it on the radio. Bucky had other obligations at the docks, which made it just the faintest bit less special, though it was one of her favorite things in the world to see Steve get so excited about something while his temperament was always so mellow....or hotheadedly righteous depending on the day.

A hand goes up in a happy wave as one of the elderly men on Bucky's block hollers a cheer for the game, which Gwen reciprocates with a laugh before she notices the stumbling of a young brunette man. Brows crease instantly and as she processes it's Bucky, a disapproving yet slightly amused look comes to her face knowing they must have been listening to the game at the docks- though it diminishes instantly when she can begin making out his features. "Dear god..."

Instantly Gwen runs to him, taking ahold of him as her eyes scan him- seeing the bruises, the markings, and immediately she begins looking for a larger wound. "What happened? What the hell happened? What happened? Are you alright?"

When she's able to shape of teeth and lips on his skin a sickening feeling comes over her with a million different questions but she shakes it off and begins guiding him to and inside his apartment. "Okay....okay," Gwen whispers as she guides him to his bed, helping him lay down and her heart sinks at his words.

I didn't want to.

"Shhhh," she hushes, her hand smoothing back his sweat soaked brown strands to try and calm him. "Shh shh shh. It's okay. It's all okay now." She's quick to rise, hurrying to his kitchen to get him a glass of water, bucket, and a cold rag.

An arm slips behind him to prop him up just a bit then brings the glass to his lips. "Drink. Drink. You need to get some water in you." She waits a moment then lowers him back down, placing the cool wet rag to his forehead then kisses his cheek to try and stop his mumbled and muffled gibberish. "You're alright darling. Come now, let's cool you down a bit. You are bound to get sick, so just....just work with me."

Carefully she begins unbuttoning his already half opened shirt, biting her lip hard at the sight of his chest and abdomen, fingers moving to gently brush over a mark then shakes her head. "....Are you hurt? Huh? Who did this to you? Who did this?" She peels away his shirt, discarding it on the floor then brings his blanket to his chest then crawls in his bed to sit on top of the blankets next to him, her hand going back to his hair to softly brush it back again.

"You....You just get some rest but you..you tell me if you are going to get ill okay? I don't need you ruining my skirt." She tries to smile, but it doesn't come as she sees the absolute hurt and defeat on his features- a look she'd never seen before. "Hey," Gwen whispers shuffling to lay next to him, her free hand brushing his cheek. "The Dodgers. They won the pennant tonight, did you hear that? Huh? Maybe I could get us some tickets to the World Series....what would you think of that? Hmm? You, Steve, and I. We....we can talk about it more in the morning. You just...You just need to rest." Her hand moves down to grip his. "I'll be here when you wake up...I'll make sure you're okay tonight."