#torturewon

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what do you think bucky's worst memory is, and you can't use the wiping scene. there's bound to be something else that comes to mind.  --- @torturewon​ ---

          you know what, i actually wasn’t gonna say that one anyway! but first of all --- i need to throwback to your own, [ here ], because it’s so interesting to me that we have such different insight on this. and, well... given that we’re building on such different backgrounds, too? MCU doesn’t really gives us much as far as those years went, but... i assume, in my portrayal at least, that for the most part, James had a happy childhood + teen years + young adulthood till WWII began brewing. sure, the family wasn’t anywhere near rich, Steve was at risk of dying 7 times out of 10 --- but, all in all, those were relatively happy years.

          and whereas i was tempted to also mention his parents’ deaths... and don’t get me wrong, those were definitely moments of anguish and grief --- but i’m going to say that his worst memory is of the moment, already after a couple years of being captured/tortured, when he realized he was starting to forget. when he realized what HYDRA’s ploy really was about, and how it spanned so horribly beyond physical pain/abuse. because... for example, as much as the death of a mother/father hurts, it is somewhat to be expected in life --- it’s a matter of when it happens and how it happens, but it will happen for sure at some point. but the realization that you are being unmade from the inside out, that you’re going to lose yourself even after everything you’ve already endured, that they are going to take your loved ones that live in you and turn them to strangers, to noise to be disposed of --- yeah, this is a memory he isn’t going to get over, ever.

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❛   Don’t   worry,   James   ------   I   kept   your   TAB   open.   You   can   make   it   up   to   me   later.   ❜

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                 “ I drew you a bath, ” Ashley speaks softly, moving carefully behind his boyfriend, making sure his presence is known. Calloused fingers slide over Bucky’s shoulders, pressing into the flesh gently. Always gentle. Ever since his reentry into his life, he’s been soft and careful. At times, he fears he’s too soft. Annoyingly so. It’s hard not to be. 

                   Hesitation fills his body for a moment, but after contemplation, Ashley’s hands run across Bucky’s chest, hooking around his torso as he leans forward, pressing his chin to the top of his head. A hug ; something rare, yet always desired. They tended to dance around physical affection like this, worried about one thing or another. “ I used some epsom salt. To ease your aches. ”

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🕷 зимний солдат. —– starter for @torturewon.

IT’S INSTINCTIVE, FIGHTING HIM; AND FOREIGN ALL AT ONCE. As natural as breathing, and it should. How often had they sparred without intent to hurt? She feels that difference now – in the way those strikes no longer pull at the edge, or the blunt taint to his eyes as they lock on her; she knows that look. цель приобретена. They’d made him, exactly as they had her, in so many ways; weapons crafted for the kill, sentience no longer anything but an annoyance in the way of training.

Years, before her own memories were recovered; years of her life gone, and him with it. Back lands roughly against the ground beneath that harsh touch, and that stronger frame presses against smaller; had he not trained her dozens, hundreds of times to escape a grasp exactly like this? The gun lingers on her belt, and yet the BLACK WIDOW knows there’s not a hope in hell of her using it; it’s not him, maybe, but she can’t kill him. And so a hand catches the cold mechanics where his wrist should be, even as the grasp reaches for her throat, and her voice spills between them.

“Это я. James, it's me.” Natasha doesn’t beg – she’s never had reason to – but finds the word spilling before she can think twice. “James, please.”

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👑 – How do you feel about royalty AU’s or Arranged Marriage AU’s? all i could think is a czar bucky

this shippy meme i reblogged before my weekend got eaten by ffix@torturewon

as a mun i’m actually perfectly comfortable with them because so many of my fandoms have this as a theme- game of thrones and vikings in terms of setting and time period would be perfect for this sort of thing and my background with general history and fantasy lends to that sort of thing, particularly a feisty resister to being married who manages to ultimately finds the traits in their intended and falls for them so it is less an arrangement and more an agreement. in that sort of setting, i’d be for it!

i need to take a quick look at timelines- i’m wondering if you mean muscovite prince during the era when the russ were ruled by the mongols or more like ivan grosny era when they were a major power but on the edges of the world or a catherine the great era where they were trying to be european? cause that would inform what steve would be in that period! but i’m here! for! that!

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'when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot drive.' @ deidara

a perplexed look crosses the bomber’s face ,   a frown etched into features that normally carry a trademarked psychotic grin ,   proof in just how much he enjoys what he does.   this is really none of his concern.   worrying about the soldier’s part in their mission  shouldn’t  cross his mind.   and yet.   ❝  how do you plan on getting back to the base then ,   hm ?   gonna steal a car or something ?   because i’m  more  than capable of holding my own until you make it back for pickup -------  ❞

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“I can’t sleep,” she confessed, sitting there waiting for the water to boil so she could make tea. “I can’t sleep and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.” 

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                “ You don’t have to pretend to like it. I know I’m uh, a pretty terrible cook, ” Ashley mumbles, a sigh escaping his lips as he sits on the edge of the bed, plate in hand. It was an attempt at a breakfast that Bucky had enjoyed in his youth, albeit with a terrible turnout. It seemed like Ashley’s cooking was cursed to fail every time he attempted it. Despite numerous attempts, he’s only disappointed his love. “ How about we go out for breakfast instead ?? ”