#nr0man0va

[thewanderingsoldier]

You’re an idiot, James Barnes.

“But I’m your idiot.“

[xmousepotato]

@n-r0man0va

She’s dragged him out into the hall and he can hear the bustle of Stark’s christmas party just beyond the door, behind the wall against his back. It’s loud, he thinks, but then again he’s not used to so many people being there. Apparently when Stark threw a party, he invited half of New York. 

He’s grinning at her and trying not to think of just how nicely the dress looks on her, the way it hugs in right places and drapes across her skin, still letting her move with impossible grace. He pulls his hand out of his pocket a small sprig of partially crushed mistletoe and holds it above him. 

“Hey, Nat.” 

[themxdhatter]

n-r0man0va replied to your post: v: i hate this family/au: i hate this family

// Ooooo. I like. I like a lot.

*whispers* save him from the family's insanity

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

@n-r0man0va

Bucky had been out of cryo for a few months, and she was finally getting into the swing of things. Catching up on everything she’d missed over the past fourteen months, getting to know Steve’s friends, talking to doctors – that had easy enough. The deprogramming, on the other hand, had been grueling, but she finally felt in control of herself enough that she’d accepted King T’Challa’s offer of a new prosthetic. The final surgery had taken place two weeks prior.

But there was still one thing that was bothering her.

“Hey, Steve?” she asked one afternoon when they were alone. “The Black Widow. Where is she? She didn’t get caught, did she?”

He shook his head. “She’s on the run,” he said simply. “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” she said with a shrug. “I owe her big. You got any way to contact her, to make sure she’s okay?”

“She’s got a phone she checks in on sometimes. You want the number?”

She nodded, and he pulled out his own phone and read it off. “Thanks,” she said.

She waited until later that night to use it, when she was alone in her bedroom, standing by the window and watching the stars twinkle overhead. She’d let the idea run through her head for a few hours, and she was pretty sure she knew what she wanted to say.

[txt]: Hi Natasha. It’s Barnes. Steve says you’re still on the run. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Text me back?

She pressed send and waited.

[askagentsitwell]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

She was the reason he started post op breakfasts.  He needed to take care of her, and he figured out a way that she would let him. 

He’s actually happy she had taken care of a cat, but he is never ever cat sitting. 

He keeps a toothbrush for her at his place, and trades it out every three months whether or not it needs it. 

She is one of the only people he’s comfortable falling asleep around. 

[thewanderingsoldier]

#bucky barnes more like fuck me barnes

“As you wish.“

[thewanderingsoldier]

n-r0man0va replied to your post: “What do you think? Should I keep it?“

“Only if you don’t plan on keeping me.”

“...I’ll go shave.“

[thewanderingsoldier]

He watched Clint rant and rave before being removed from the funeral on the television; the funeral for the woman they had both loved. Maybe he should have been there in the church, should’ve been the one to give the eulogy instead of him but there was a feeling in his gut, one he couldn’t bring himself to ignore. The same one that had sent him rushing back to Earth to be at her side when she needed a hand.

The same one that helped him keep her safe even when she didn’t know it was him right away.

Now wasn’t the time for mourning or remembering the past; now was the time for following that feeling and finding out the truth.

The world and the news told him she was taken from them, from him.

But that feeling in his gut, his heart told him the world was wrong.

The news was wrong.

She was alive.

She was out there.

And he could feel it.

And he would find her.

And heaven help whoever got in his way.