#markofwinter

[moltolavoro]

@markofwinter | steve & bucky

❛ how you feelin'? ❜ steve drops down onto bucky's cot, pulls his legs up to his chest. it's been a long couple of weeks, and steve's the only one with a big old iron shield built around him. the rest of them are just...bodies. and steve's terrified for all of them, but bucky most of all.

no real reason to look into it. ❛ must be tired. ❜

[corvusrequiem]

                     ❛ WHAT’S THE FUN in using the front door darling? ❜  she smiles when he opens the door for her, and steps inside kneeling down to scratch alpine on the head. it  wasn’t like she could just walk past his neighbors in the getup she was in. besides, for once she was just passing by on a nightly escapade and decided to stop by. the last time they spoke she made him promise her dinner, before she had to pull one of her infamous disappearing acts. at least this time she wasn’t pretending to be dead. 

                  ❛ you should learn to take a compliment, ❜ felicia notes, standing tall again and turning to face him,  ❛ you’re looking good, and i’ve seen you at some of your not so good moments. though i do miss the idea of braiding your hair. ❜ 

@markofwinter cont from x 

[soviet-spider]

@markofwinter from x

Natasha couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that, a dry smile that mirrors Bucky’s painted on her own lips. “I don’t doubt it.” She’d heard enough stories from Steve over the years to have at least a partial idea of some of the things the pair had got up to. But life had changed drastically for both of them since then. 

The pointed look she’d been giving him finally seemed to work, and her expression softened as she watched him figure out how to answer. When he did, the words didn’t really come as that much of a surprise. World War II, Hydra... the man had endured so much, even more than Natasha herself. It would probably be weirder if he didn’t want that. 

“No,” she assured him, giving a small shake of her head. “It’s not weird at all. After everything... it’s the least you deserve. And if I’m being honest, it’s what I’d like, too.” Perhaps she hadn’t lived as long, hadn’t gone through quite as much, but she still knew what it was to have no control over your own life. To be bound by orders, and duty. Even now, as free as she was, she was never quite able to shake those feelings enough to just let herself relax and take a vacation. 

“You could do it, you know. Take a few days, or a week... there are a a bunch of safe houses you could make use of.” 

[goldauric]

markofwinter replied to your post: “I just wanna know who started the rumor...

‘twas i’

          someday this will backfire on you and i will be there to watch your suffering as it happens.

[hawkeyedinc]

markofwinter replied to your post: in honor of independence day, kate will celebrate...

all of them?

[bcywonder-a]

markofwinter replied to your post: the only movies dick has stayed away for, start to...

fake geek boy :/

dick vc: have fun with your stars war!

[shielcbearer]

sammy: i dk i’m struggling a lot with my writing and muse[s] recently ronnie: *writes me anything* sammy: WELL HOT DOG LET’S DO THIS.

[symbolises]

@markofwinter. cont: x

        -- all these thoughts flicker through his mind, racing by the dozens in a spam of fifty seconds. the needle piercing his skin and connecting the flesh over the open wound isn’t one of them. ( how many stitches is he going to need tonight, six, seven? )

he doesn’t feel his skin anymore, not like he used to. the jabs and pricks and cuts aren’t how they used to feel --- before he learned how a stab felt. how a gun shot three centimeters near the heart feels, how quickly acid burns on his shoulder or glass cutting the back of his head ---

             “Depends.”     his voice is low, deep, like he’s speaking in an echo. 

                “If you let it dominate your life. It’s just a question of how long.”

and he [ knows, ] he knows he lets it. pain has been sinking itself into his life since he was young. let it take its full control since he was twenty-five. but then, sometimes --     “something other than pain slips through the cracks, and it’s the one thing keeping the monster from taking everything away.”