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@mantuirea​ said: “kiss me.”           intimacy . // meme .

IT’S  NOT  A  FIGHT.  NOR  IT’S  A  FRIENDLY  CHAT.  it’s  what  she  had  expected  the  moment  she  had  agreed  to  his  demand  about  letting  him  help  with  walker.  lessons  got  quicker,  faster,  and  more  dangerous.  and  walker  almost  lost  it  once  again.  he  might  not  had  trained  with  the  shield  but  he  didn’t  need  one  to  strike  a  rush  of  adrenaline  in  her  body  as  he  rose  his  fists.  HE  HAD  BEEN  THERE,  HE  STOPPED  IT.  and  now,  they  talked.  I  can  handle  myself.  clearly,  you  can’t.  and  so  on  and  so  forth.  it’s  aggravating,  and  exhausting  to  keep  talking  and  she  hasn’t  notice  they  had  moved  close  to  one  another,  as  she  poked  on  his  chest  to  tell  him  that  she  is  the  one  calling  the  shots  in  this  mission.  and  then,  silence  (  she  swears,  somehow,  her  heartbeat  is  loud  and  clear  she  can’t  help  herself  but  to  look  at  his  lips  )

.  kiss  me.  and  yelena  is  snapped  back  to  reality.    tempted  to  turn  away  and  leave,  she  stays,  hand  on  his  chest,  grasp  on  the  edges  of  his  shirt  and  pulling  him  down,  feet  standing  on  toes  perfectly.  lips  linger  and  linger  in  torture,  as  eyes  search  his  for  a  moment  and  then,  they  close  as  her  lips  press  into  his  own.  it’s  a  test,  it’s  tight  and  brutal  and  dangerous.  perhaps  why  she  finds  herself  humming  in  approval  against  his  lips.

[galaeus]

STARTER : @mantuirea​ [ BUCKY BARNES ]

A YEAR OF SILENCE; the parameters of the why doesn’t matter, not when the how and when overshadow her efforts to swallow this mission whole and forget. She hasn’t been able to take her coffee with sugar the way she used to or wear those old clothes, decidedly burned for the sake of removing the crawl of fingertips that once ran across them. He was everything, only to become nothing. A fool’s mistake -- hadn’t they been selected for this godforsaken mission to rectify their broken records, to be made examples of for making things real when they were anything but?

The successful arrest of Billy Thompson had made headlines as an impossible victory for the justice department without a singular name. There was no mention about a shoot out or the undercover agents responsible for the intel. And just as Echo Galaeus and Bucky Barnes were nothing then, they would continue to be a means to an end at this testimony. 

Her left hand has turned white from how long she’s closed it in a fist to stop the shaking. Entering the judge’s chambers with her head down, Echo obeys the directive to stand here -- to wait -- for her former partner to make his first appearance since the incident. And for the first time in a long time, she notes the consistent white-knuckled grip pushing her nails into her palm isn’t from fear; it’s from rage.

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@mantuirea​ asked: come back to bed.         intimacy   /   non   cringy   nsfw   prompts.

TROUBLE  AND  CONFLICT  ARISE  AS  SHE  FEELS  HIS  VOICE.  and  the  gentle  touch  of  a  hand  reaching,  fingertips  tracing  the  line  of  veins  under  her  wrist  and  she  stops  on  her  tracks.  it’s  almost  natural  to  rise  and  want  to  leave,  she  had  done  it  many  nights  before,  she  did  it  that  first  time  they  were  together,  pretending  they  could  be  happy  and  on  their  own.  she  had  run  away  then.  It  gets  harder  and  harder  to  do  so,  missing  the  warm  of  his  body  and  the  safety  of  his  touch,  that  after  some  hesitation,  she  leans  down  on  the  bed,  body  shifting  and  curling  up  to  his  side  and  breathing  in.  It  scares  her,  how  it  feels  like  home.  “I’m  not  going  anywhere.”

[hightownquccn]

This is my daily reminder that @mantuirea is an amazing Bucky and their posts bring me life.

That is all.

[theothercarter-arc]

❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ]. (+ reverse)

　　　　Sharon had been stabbed her fair amount of times during her career, and yet never — NEVER — willingly. That definitely was a whole different experience, knowing the pain was coming but doing nothing to stop it. Pretending to defend herself against the Winter Soldier when actually… when actually, she was granting Bucky’s knife full access to the soft flesh of her belly. She had almost passed out when the blade had almost grazed her rib, going through layers of skin and muscles without slicing anything VITAL. Hadn’t she been agonizing and trying to stay in-character, Sharon would have definitely complimented Bucky for his most accurate PRECISION. She truly appreciated it, which was the main reason why she had come up with that plan. Trusting the Winter Soldier to stab her definitely said something about HOW FAR they had come as a team. Faking a fatal injury pretty much the last option they had had to get out of the situation they had fallen into, Sharon hoped that that way the government would stop looking for them. And maybe that would buy them enough time to switch country, jump on a plane ad get somewhere safe to stay at for more than a couple of days.  

　　　　« Shit. » Weak fingers slippery with crimson read trying to stop the bleeding as Sharon let out that single world. Splotches of black filling her vision as she tried to stay in the present, her mind was struggling to separate the painful sensation from the various alarm going off in her brain, activating survival mechanisms she had learnt at SHIELD classes. She had laid still and playing dead for so long her whole body was finding it hard to move, blood loss making it really a fight to drag herself against the nearest wall. The attackers were gone, and so was he, and all Sharon could do was staunch the cut and wait for Bucky to come back and get her. That was supposed to be the plan, but the more she waited the more PANIC seemed to rise, every second getting diluted in time under her blurry vision. There was just so much that could go wrong. She could bleed out in that dirty floor and yet all she could think of was what if he hadn’t managed to get rid of the men? What if they had got rid of them?

　　　　Sharon was more SCARED for him than she was about herself, the pain being something she could cope with while preoccupation was a much more BURNING sensation. When steps she heard again, her body went still but she couldn’t push herself to close her eyes. Playing corpse would have been kinda pointless if Bucky wasn’t the person walking there anyway, cause there was NO WAT she could have kept going without her partner. « Thank God. » Sharon wasn’t one to cry, but a couple of tears did reach her eyes when the familiar face finally got into her vision field. « You okay? » Quite a funny question, coming from her, the pale lady with blood turning the blue of her shirt black. Sharon herself let out a scoff at that, half-drunk by the loss of RED. « Don’t give me that look, okay? I’m fine. You did great here, better than a surgeon. »

[maskedbaron]

@mantuirea​ liked for a starter.

Even as late as it was, the city of Madripoor was still alive with movement and light. Zemo watched it flash and dance, taking in the view from their temporary safe house. Sharon’s party was over and their target was set. He ought to retire for the night, but he was finding it difficult to think about resting. It had been nearly a decade since he was free; he wasn’t ready for his first day outside bars to end just yet. Not when it involved more excitement than he’d experienced in the entire eight years preceding it.

In his former life, Zemo had never been the type to intentionally court danger. His work brought him close to it, yes—he was almost always in the path of harm, but he never sought it out when it could be avoided. He had a family to think about, back then. But now...

If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.

James and his little books. Zemo didn’t know what had become of the Winter Soldier’s red-bound book—destroyed, more than likely. But Barnes was touchy about this one too, and it wasn’t difficult to determine why, even without the additional information from Sam. It contained two sets of handwriting: notes from two different men attempting to acclimate themselves to the present day. 

There was plainly a raw wound there. Perhaps James even meant the threat. Though, it wasn’t a particularly compelling one. In fact, that particular promise had nearly the opposite effect.  

Zemo looked down at the brown notebook, patting it against his other hand. He’d already read through the contents the first time he stole it. This time he’d taken it just because he could. 

Well. That wasn’t entirely true. Though, all of them changing clothes did make for an easy opportunity.

The sound of footsteps had him sliding the notebook into his pocket and turning to face whoever was approaching in one fluid movement. Ah. James, headed toward him with his usual inscrutable, vaguely murderous expression. He gave a smile in return. “You know, my mother used to tell me to stop frowning or my face would become stuck that way. I never thought there was any truth to it. But, I think you prove her point.”

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SHE  HAD  LEFT,  OF  COURSE  SHE  DID.  A  NIGHT  TOGETHER,  WHAT  SHE  FELT,  IT  SCARED  HER.  So  she  did  what  she  did  best  and  made  herself  invisible,  only  Walker  would  know  her  whereabouts  because  her  mission  wasn’t  over,  he  still  needed  training  and  that’s  what  she  did.  But  she  ignored  James  (  and  he  was  persistent  the  first  days).  But  eventually,  the  soldier  knew  her  better  than  most,  and  through  Walker,  he  found  her.  But  she  kept  herself  in  the  shadows,  until  the  two  super  soldiers  fought.  Words  were  spoken  and  she  is  raging  ‘the  widow  said  hi,  by  the  way.  she  is  really  good’  and  she  is  aware  that  the  comment  is  made  by  walker  to  hurt  the  other.  Walker  is  holding  his  ground  with  the  soldier  and  it’s  all  her  work.  But  she  can’t  be  proud  of  herself  as  she  stands  in  the  middle  of  the  two  men.  “Enough.  You  acting  like  children.”  Eyes  focus  first  on  Walker,  a  stern  look  to  let  him  know  he  is  in  trouble.  And  then,  eyes  shift  back  to  James  for  the  first  time  in  weeks  (  or  was  it  months?  she  knows  how  to  loose  track  of  time  too  ).    “Sergeant.”  Wants  to  say  his  name  but  can’t,  eyes  shift  again  to  Walker,  wanting  him  gone.  “You  shouldn’t  be  here.”  Words  are  directed  at  James  though.  But  she  knew  he  would  find  her.  There  is  comfort  in  that,  but  this  meeting  has  nothing  of  comfort  written  over  it.  @mantuirea​ ​

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@mantuirea​ said:❝  this  is  a  twisted  web,   and  we  are  not  finished  untangling  it.  ❞      𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.    🔪

THERE IS A JOKE IN THERE SOMEWHERE. WEB AND SPIDERS. but she doesn’t think he is at the moment, sharp hazel eyes look back at the winter soldier and take on his words. super soldiers, zemo, serum, and that shield that causes more trouble than fixes them.  “then let’s pick up the pace, shall we? no room for error. can you do that?” no hesitation, no moment of pause. act and do, not think and stop. fast and quick and efficient. “and more importantly. . .do you want to untangle it?”