#sappy soviets

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What type of movies do Bucky/Nat and Dick/Babs watch and are the usually in agreement on what to watch, or is there some major differences of taste?

Buck and Nat watch anything from really sappy/cheesy romance movies and seedy noirs. Mostly they stay away from watching more current movies. They usually end up watching older movies that they've missed out on watching over the years. These two usually don't argue much in terms of what to watch. 

Dick and Babs will watch just about everything. But they're not all that good at easily picking out a movie. There's usually a lot more arguing over what movie's better, a bit of poking at each other's movie tastes, and eventually picking out a completely different movie that neither of them have seen. 

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Natasha: Bucky, you can't just eat cheese burgers all day long. It's not good for you. Bucky: But...I don't like salad...I won't eat it...-cries into salad-

Because Bucky's and old man with heart problems because of Sin.

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Officially writing all ficlets with this thing. Here's another Bucky/Nat: [linkage]

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Because I need these panels back in my life again.

Natasha's cute smile...sobs...these two...

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"Alone Together" by Fall Out Boy

I don’t know where you’re going But do you got room for one more troubled soul I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think I’m coming home I said I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead This is the road to ruin And we’re starting at the end

Let’s be alone together We could stay young forever Scream it from the top of your lungs

Cut me off I lost my track It’s not my fault I’m a maniac it’s not funny anymore No it’s not My heart is like a stallion They love it more when it’s broke in Do you wanna feel beautiful Do you wanna

I’m outside the door Invite me in So we can go back And play pretend I’m on deck I’m up next Tonight I’m high as a private jet

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A quickly drabble before I head off to sleep... (Disclaimer: mild descriptions of violence ahead...along with some Bucky and Natasha feels...oops))

Blood. He can feel it spattering on his face, running down his forearms, hear it splattering against the walls. Bones breaking, gunfire, screaming, he can hear it all, but all he sees is red—every other monochromic detail covered with blood. It’s metallic scent clinging to the air. He can hear the squelch the soles of his boots make as their tread pushes through the pools of blood overwhelming the tile floor.

His dreams are fragmented memories, broken apart by the abuse his mind had taken. Reaching out to these memories, piecing them back together...he’d rather forget them—not have to live through them every night. They jolt him out of his sleep, a cold sweat rolling down his face, sheeting tangled around him. He used to look next to him, make sure he hadn’t woken her. He tries not to dwell on her; it only makes it harder to fall back to sleep. Even more so, here...in Paris—her light perfume still weaved into the sheets.

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Dear god...this is so funny...I'm crying...

"Tender forms of addressing your lady"

"Tender forms of expressing your ignorance and incomprehension"

"How to tell your lady to marry you in tender Russian words."