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[oldbrooklynsoul]

thank you buck, but I can get by on my own.   the thing is you don’t have to  ( 1 / 30 )  /  @on-va--voir

[umblapofta-blog]

“I’ll go anywhere you want me.” (our verse )

Sleeping at Last (Atlas) - Starter Sentences

          The facts that have closed the differences between them are chaotic but all the          same. The lines over the years have become blurred, has it even been years? James         doesn’t quite remember how long that he’s fallen into place with the other. Somewhere    between the half smoked cigarettes, and the hum of the music. He had painted a   picture that had burned in color. That had shaded the black and white life he had   that had been drenched in red.    He had never allowed himself to remain close to someone for this long. Sure he had flings within HYDRA but those had been private affairs, and they were mostly in strip joints and in places that Steve should have never seen him in. Which leads them to the distance between two points now. He doesn’t quite grasp the extent of his words. The fact that the blonde with blue eyes and smile that can light up the world, is saying he’d follow Bucky into literal hell. He doesn’t get why the other would put himself under the water.   

      His fingers are drenched in blood. And yet here they stand, even after James had told him to leave. Said his goodbyes. It was better that Steve didn’t know that side of him that was tucked away and seen in the eyes of a man that claimed to be his father but really never had been a father.  He can hear the vague calling of someone telling him to get his ass onto the stage.

      That Steve shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be back here and making promises that could get him killed. That could wound his heart more than it already is. His fingers light a smoke, letting the smoke swirl upwards. He has time, even if they are calling. He always has time for Steve.  He’s always made time, despite the double life that he lives. And he takes a drag of the smoke, fingers clutched around it. The slight curve of his lips there. But it does little to easy the uneasiness in his veins.               “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep. You haven’t seen              this side of me all that well. Are you really ready to see what was                hidden?”  He trails the smoke from his mouth. Exhaling for a moment looking at the other. Catching his breath after he’s inhaled the nicotine. A swallow escaping him for a brief moment.                            “You might not want to pull on this thread.                               If you stay, just watch from the side. Don’t get caught.”  Don’t let Pierce see you. He might like you,   as much as me. You don’t need this life.

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'Fading to Dust'

Send me ‘Fading to Dust’ for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.

She’d thought that she’d lost him once. 

She’d thought she’d lost him once and somehow she’d survived, and he’d by someM I R A C L E come back home. 

Losing him again had been something she’d tried as hard as she could to not think about. Perhaps she was being foolish, perhaps she was in denial. Perhaps she just didn’t want to HURT. There was only so much pain a person could take.Losing someone you love not only once but TWICE? It was the sort of subject that any sensible person would do all they could to avoid - at least, that was her justification. Wasn’t the fear of the feeling of having your heart T O R N from your chest plenty of justification?And for a while she’d been convinced that happiness might just be within her grasp. But apparently it just WASN’T MEANT TO BE. Was that simply how the world worked? Were some people allowed to be happy, while others were not? If this was the case, Peggy Carter felt that she - unfortunately - fell into the second category. The first time had been awful - that last conversation over the radio as the plane had gone down. But at least then she’d had HOPE. The flame of hope that just MAYBE everything would be okay. And it had. Steve had come HOME. But now? NOW there was no hope. Nothing but  d e s p a i r  and  a n g e r  as she saw him fall. There was only a concrete certainty that he WASN’T getting back up. And before she cried, she LAUGHED. A bitter laugh, right in the middle of a fight, she stood and laughed.GOD, life wasn’t fair.

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[batteryheart-blog]

“I have a serious question.”

[worldknowshername]

@onvavoir​ ❤ for a main verse starter

There had been an endless stream of weirdos and freaks that had found Jessica since the whole Kilgrave thing had hit the news. She had actually started paying Malcolm to keep up with all the phone calls and drop-ins and general craziness. Somehow, though, she had never expected this particular scenario. Captain goddamn America knocking on her door at the unholy hour of 7AM. Jessica was suddenly very glad she managed to get pants on before opening the door this time.

“Holy shit.”

[iron-machinist]

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   He’s only human. That much is evident by the way that exhaustion has slipped into his frame. The way that the hunger is there, that the cold is there. That he is tired. Even if he had been bent into withstanding things like this, he will still be human. He will still become exhausted from exposure to certain matters or events. He closes his eyes, not really all there. He can’t remember the last time he slept, the last time he slept it turned into a night terror. He swallows, exhales and can hear his own breathing. Rest won’t hurt him. He’s tucked away safe in a building no longer in use. No one will find him. HYDRA won’t find him.