#muhbones

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muhbones replied to your post:oh my GOD and that’s totally aziz ansari’s voice...

'what kind of guy cares about how many guys you've slept with anyway' right on, sleazy chris evans character

i hope yr enjoying the hilarity

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muhbones replied to your post:muhbones replied to your post:oh and zachary...

at least her apartment is cute

i'm at the angsty part god bless

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muhbones replied to your post:oh and zachary quinto’s in it

this movie is so slut shamey THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH NINETEEN ANNA FARRIS’S CHARACTER

yeah lmao the whole movie is based on the premise of OH NO HAVING SEX W/TOO MANY PEOPLE IS SO BAD!!!! so it's...not....good.

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muhbones replied to your post:muhbones replied to your post:yakovbarnes replied...

ANTHONY MACKIE IS IN IT? okay

only for like 5 minutes but yes it seems so

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muhbones replied to your post:yakovbarnes replied to your post:meliass replied...

i have that on my dvr. i have low expectations since chris evans’s face falls into despair every time he’s reminded this is a movie he starred in

he's naked in a lot of it so honestly ??? can you complain that much? but it's HILARIOUS because he's a ~playboy~ but yeah it's not like...a good film...and yeah it's pretty gross

BUT YEAH THAT'S ANTHONY MACKIE lmao

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muhbones replied to your post:FUCK i’m texting my friend about the movie what’s...

i like chris evans but he’s the exception to my aversion to bulky muscular types.

it's fine when he's clothed

like his tiny waist is fantastic albeit creepy when he's clothed

and i'm fine w/him when he's bearded and has a head of hair but

i'll pass otherwise

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muhbones replied to your post:if your argument against a black widow film is...

BLACK WIDOW NEEDS A FILM NICK FURY NEEDS A MOVIE RHODEY NEEDS A MOVIE MARIA HILL NEEDS A MOVIE THEY ALL NEED MOVIES

literally can someone just. fucking fire joss whedon and give all the films to the russo brothers who actually know how characters work? and then we can get origin films for all the important characters and not have to worry about bullshit like cheap death

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#cap 2 spoilers

seconds, minutes, days, weeks | ~700 words

bucky hoards the shield for lena

ao3

First, he drags the strange man with the sad eyes onto the shore.

Second, he walks away.

Third, he stares at his knuckles and wonders if he digs his nails into his skin, will he bleed?

Fourth, he strips off everything but his pants and dives back into the water. He swims and swims and swims and he finds it. His lungs beg him for air. He ignores them.

Fifth, he swims back to shore with the shield on his back.

Names – memories ripple through his head. It’s a storm, thunder and lightning and a dull ache in the back of his brain. He doesn’t know what to do with the hunk of indestructible metal, so he walks with it clenched in his metal fingers for miles, avoiding cities and towns and staying where no one will find him.

“Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”

He remembers falling. He remembers forgetting. He remembers being erased.

He remembers a man calling him a weapon and stroking his hair and he remembers electric shock and torture and pulses through his bloodstream.

He remembers mouth guards to keep him from biting off his own tongue. He remembers needles and he remembers pain. He remembers searching endlessly and doing a job that now – means nothing.

He sits in a wooded area and his long hair dries. He looks at his arms, looks at the stitching between his shoulder and the metal. Like he’s some kind of fucking robot.

He drags those same metal fingers along the shield, and they scrape together and look like they might almost spark.

He wraps his arms around the shield and holds it to his bare chest.

The Winter Soldier never slept before, and he doesn’t start now.

Bucky.

Winter Soldier.

However those two things – those names – collide…He isn’t sure.

He doesn’t know what the feeling is, the clawing in his chest that tells him he’s a person and not just a weapon. That he always has been, but they tore him apart. Hacked into pieces so all he knew was how to kill.

“People are gonna die. I can’t let that happen.”

When it happens, it’s more painful than any of the shock treatments, the destruction, the bullet wounds, the sounds of mechanics as his arm was torn from his skin and reworked.

When it happens, he loses control. He’s crying, and the sobs shatter through him. They remind him that he’s alive – no matter how much it hurts.

He hoards the shield like a prize and as a reminder. He steals clothes from apartments in the dark, covers the metal arm so he can sneak into shops and steal food as well. He doesn’t need money and he’s still fast, still knows his training and knows how to react to his surroundings. He knows how to not be intimidating; he knows how to smile gently when people stare.

He cries every day now, and he starts to sleep in forgotten alleys because they seem safest, though he isn’t afraid of anyone trying to stab him to death. He still has his knife, tucked in his boot, and he’s wearing jeans now, which are so much more comfortable. His chest heaves with his breaths, with his tears. They start to feel natural, though he doesn’t.

He protects the shield, because it’s a memory in of itself. It brings things back. He wonders if – Steve – is looking for it. If Steve is looking for him.

He reads the newspaper, and at first the words blur together but they he starts to understand the articles. About Captain America disappearing. No one can say where he’s gone, where he’ll be.

“You’re my friend.”

He sleeps curled up in the shield. He thinks his name over and over again. The name that belonged to him before they depersonalized him and turned him into a weapon. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. Steve Rogers’ best friend. And orphan. A soldier. A flirt. Cold, perhaps, because he was in love.

The breeze doesn’t feel like ice on his skin the way it used to.

He sinks further into the protection of the shield, and he weeps.

It’s all he has of a life he doesn’t think he’ll ever regain.