#stevecandothisallday

[fracturesandfaultlines-archive]

Picking up strays - Closed

@stevecandothisallday

It wasn’t the distance he fell that nearly did the Asset in, so much as the way it happened. The gunshots to his chest probably wouldn’t have done him in on their own. His body would push them out eventually, and the aim was far enough off that they were more painful than dangerous. They were enough to knock him off balance though, backwards off the rooftop. The landing was agonizing, pain so sharp through his limbs that even the Winter Soldier couldn’t shake it off. 

The best he could do was crawl away, into an alley, out of view of passers by. Every movement had him clenching his jaw on the urge to cry out, but it wouldn’t do to attract attention. He was a ghost. A severely injured ghost, but a ghost all the same. The Asset hid as best he could as the world went gray around the edges. He could feel himself drifting as he waited for extraction. Extraction never came. 

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@stevecandothisallday

It was good to be home. Bucky smiled as he breathed in the scent of the first decent cup of coffee he’d had in ages, scanning the tables of the busy coffee house over the top of his mug. Busy was perhaps an understatement. As full as the tables were, one would have thought it was finals week at the local college. 

Fortunately for Bucky, he’d never been particularly shy. There were a couple of empty chairs, and he was quick to snag the one closest. It left him across the table from a man who looked probably about his age, who he only spoke to after he was already sitting. “This seat taken?”

[getinthefunvee]

@stevecandothisallday liked the frown for a starter:

           “...please tell me you at least knew you were running up a $5,000 pay-per-view porn bill, steven.”

[fiirstavenger]

stevecandothisallday replied to your post:things that occur to me at 1:40 am: i want a...

   scooby doo sounds incredible xD

aka: let’s figure out how to do it. 

starkwithsarcasm replied to your post:things that occur to me at 1:40 am: i want a...

   Scooby doo Au’s are the best

aka: lets do it. 

[techmaestro]

$ text

Accidental text:

[Text: A for Assbutt] Do you think if I decided to ambush everyone with cat gifs in the middle of the next meeting on their phones that anyone would give up the game to Steve?

[batteryheart-blog]

@stevecandothisallday liked for a ship starter.

“Can we just go back to bed? That sounds more reasonable.”

[fiirstavenger]

@stevecandothisallday WANTED A THING.

With sketchbooks in hand, Stewart tried to ignore not only most of the soldiers but a certain one in particular. Probably not the most mature course of action, especially considering the soldier in question happened to be his twin brother but Stewart felt angry still and couldn’t even begin to let go of the resentment. It clawed there inside of him, quickening his heartbeat and sputtering at the rasping air in his lungs.

        He managed to round a corner but there low and         behold - Steve Rogers - in all his NEW GLORY.         Star Spangled man with a plan indeed. Stewart         groaned softly to himself, hoping Steve didn’t         see him yet.

[winterghostoflegend]

Flickers~

To most people, the unkempt and bedraggled man with one arm shimmering in the sunlight would be a cause for concern, but the Winter Soldier was skilled at merging himself into the shadows and making himself invisible to the wandering eye. After all, he’d been doing it for decades, longer than most of the people surrounding him had been alive...but then again, could one still be a solider if one didn’t have a target, a mission to focus upon? The Asset as he was referred to in certain circles hadn’t been issued with a command since the fall of Hydra, since Pierce vanished and he’d met Him on the Potomac...

The Man from the Bridge. He knew him, but he didn’t know how, and that frightened him. He knew languages he didn’t remember learning, facts about people he’d never met...but somehow, he knew that the man from the Bridge surpassed everything for he had partially broke through his training to make him doubt his Handler’s commands. Pierce hadn’t taken well to his questions, and the chair had hurt worse than ever before.

The Man from the Bridge was important, and according to the information on the screen before him at the Smithsonian, he knew him more than just as a mission, but he simply couldn't recall these memories from a past life.