#toseeanempirefall

[xnoxrequiem]

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“Explain something to me. Why is it every time you appear, I end up having to punch someone?”

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

🐾 (Bucky AHAHA- I logged into this blog just to do this)

"Dear god, I hate you." The temptation to break the finger that had braved to reach across the table to playfully tap his nose was great, far more than what Zemo was apparently giving him credit for. "If you want to keep that finger, I would suggest rethinking touching me again. Ever."

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[ofsokovianbaronesses]

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ” 

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Heike tapped her perfectly polished fingernail nervously against the glass of wine she’d been sipping from. Her teeth worried at her lip. What was she so afraid of? She thought. This was her husband, the man most loyal to her in the world. She’d known him for decades, she’d shared his bed, she’d treated his wounds, she’d given birth to his child. She’d slept in his arms more times than she could count.

She wasn’t scared of him, even now, after all she’d heard. All those stories felt like another person, who vanished the moment she laid eyes on him. And that was what scared her, she concluded. Her willingness to overlook everything, every little single thing he’d done because she was so blinded by her love. What kind of person does that? She thought. What did that make her?

“I’m worried if I do, I won’t let you leave again.” She admitted, swallowing around the lump in her throat before bringing the glass to her lips and drinking deeply.

[gatecoeur]

{ plotted starter for @toseeanempirefall​ }

When Zemo’s face had been plastered all over the news as the one responsible for the bombing in Vienna, Arrie didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t have been the same man who helped her in Madripoor... Maybe he had been framed.

It took a long time for her to be able to visit him though, mainly because he wasn’t allowed visitors for a while. Not only that, but she had limited strings to pull, especially given who Arelette Gâtecœur was. She knew how suspicious it seemed, her being a freelancer and all, and she was well-aware of how easy it could’ve been for her to pose as a journalist. She needed him to know it was her though - Arrie wanted to know if he’d even recognize her.

Soon she was in the Berlin prison, escorted and tightly monitored. She didn’t even speak up until the door was closed behind her.

“...Do you remember me?”

[callmeaegis]

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There had been a string of muggings in the area that Aegis had been doing patrols in so when she witnessed a man in a very fancy looking jacket disappear into the darkness alone she waited for sounds of distress at the mouth of the alley. It didn’t take long to get the confirmation she needed and she barreled forward after him with little thought. 

[buchananbarnes1991]

Resentment or Forgiveness || Zemo

The bullets had dropped from Bucky’s hand as he realized something within the silent exchange. Zemo didn’t plead, he didn’t beg, he didn’t even flinch at a gun being held two inches from his forehead. There was only a slight nod, acceptance of what may have been his last moment alive. Glancing up at him while the Dora Miljae had come forward to collect Baron H. Zemo and escort him to The Raft. 

He wanted to die. There was.. Dread when I didn’t kill him..

A few weeks passed before Bucky found himself pacing the floors of his apartment. He couldn’t get it out of his head. It wasn’t like he could talk to anyone about it. Ayo was relieved, Sam was busy finding out more information about Karli’s plans with the flag smashers. He was alone with his thoughts, no therapist. Not that he ever really opened up to that woman. 

Glancing at the clock on the wall before getting dressed and heading out to the post office, setting up a P.O. Box. He didn’t trust that his plan might backfire, so he took extra precautions before sending the letter off to one lonesome prisoner within The Raft. 

The letter was received two days later. 

                                                     I’m Sorry.                                                         -J.B.B.

Bucky would have been lying to himself if he wasn’t checking the P.O. Box every other day for a week like a hopeful teenager counting down the days to summer break. He kept up with his routine while adding the extra ten minute walk to the post office in every third day. 

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[eye-spied]

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“You wanna feel how hard I can throw a knife into a ribcage? Move again.” 

Akela didn’t like babysitting duty but it was easy enough. This guy was slippery but showy and he liked to talk. She didn’t need to actively watch him so much as sit there with him and let him tire himself out like a yapping puppy.

She owed Sam a favor but she also didn’t want to tangle with the Dora. They better get back soon. 

[ofsokovianbaronesses]

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“I always hated this place.” Heike commented in Sokovian as she stepped into the Latvian town house. In their marriage, she had always disliked staying here. Her husband had been looking out the window when she found him, having followed the trio from Madripoor. “Made some new friends?” She asked.