#todeserveit

[girlshavesharpteeth]

@todeserveit

They tell her not all her memories are back. Not which ones aren’t, or how many she’s missing, just that they couldn’t successfully retrieve everything. No obvious holes are apparent, but she’s sure she’ll find them in time. For now, there are some memories she wishes they hadn’t brought back, because every time she closes her eyes she sees Sitwell’s corpse silhouetted against her eyelids.

She’s so lost in thought that she almost doesn’t notice when a man enters her room. Her eyes slide over him, assessing. A stranger, not dressed like a doctor, looking at her with sad eyes.

“Who are you?”

[angelicagratia-blog]

@todeserveit

     “I got bored waiting for you to come home, so      I went to raid your fridge, realized there wasn’t      much, and ordered wings instead. Want some?      Oh, and I also had some beer delivered. You’re       welcome.”

[tomemyguns]

todeserveit 

“Gooooood morning sunshine! Sorry about the bruises, I swear, I tried to be gentle, but you just couldn’t handle me. Good news, though, I made pancakes to say I’m sorry. After all, the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Or is it his ribcage...I can never remember. Regardless, there’s flapjacks aplenty waiting for you.”

[angelicagratia-blog]

Bucky: -dubious look- ... I was really countin' on flirtin', why'd you kill the mood?

Grace: We can still flirt, but not if you're gonna feel guilty for letting yourself have a little fun that you've earned at this point.

Bucky: Hey, I wouldn't feel guilty for having fun; I'd feel guilty cause I'm in love with Nat.

Grace: It's understandable, but it can't hurt to let yourself try to heal a little bit in the ones where things didn't turn out so well. How are you supposed to really live if you hang onto things?

Bucky: Usually by hanging onto things.

Grace: Okay, but hanging onto things is what landed you in the Northern Atlantic, and technically, you weren't living after that...not for a while, anyway.

[girlshavesharpteeth]

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[girlshavesharpteeth]

todeserveit

It should have been a reasonably straightforward mission. Protect an important target from assassination. Then two of her guards don't check in. No surveilance footage, they're good at dodging cameras. She investigates, wary. No doubt she's up against one of the best assassins money can buy for such a high-level target. But when she catches sight of her, Natasha's breath catches in her throat.

Only two words manage to slip out. "Winter Soldier?"