#winterbirth

[alleyborn]

@winterbirth​ & sᴍᴀᴄᴋ sᴍᴀᴄᴋ

   ❝ No! ❞    Jason wasn’t having it. Not one bit. He pushed his hand into the man’s face and showed his clear dislike of the whole situation. Give him back to the kidnappers.

[babywlsonarchive]

@winterbirth​ gets a thing!

Sam had given her one job to do: Keep an eye over Bucky. Not because he was afraid he would hurt his sister or his nephews. But because of the nightmares that plagued him. If anyone knew about nightmares, it was Sarah. It was why she always stayed up until her body decided she absolutely needed to sleep. It was why she often fell asleep wherever her body decided to crash. On the floor, on the couch, in the recliner. She sipped deeply from her mug of coffee, peering over the edge to check on Bucky who began to stir. "...Hey. You okay?" Her voice is gentle, not loud, but soft enough to show slight concern.

[sayitsdrawkcab]

Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! 💕💕

CLAUDIA I LOVE YOU OKAY. You deserve all the love okay and I will forever simp and follow you and your blogs ❤

[compatiissante]

@winterbirth​ replied to your post:

*flexes arm*

“. . . o-oh. that-- i-- o-okay.”

[peaceseekr-archive]

@winterbirth​ said  "i never really belonged anywhere."

She walks Bucky through the exhibit. Hands shoved in her pockets with each long stride over the flooring. “It takes time. People like us are ... different. Not just because of our connection to the past, but what we’ve seen and done. I’ve grown with times and even adapted, but I still find myself not fully connecting to the people around me. I’m not sure if that changes. Sometimes it’s about finding people who have been through similar situations or passions, but before that you need to know who you are now.” She stops in front of one of the artifacts in collection, protected by glass. “And if you want help finding out who that is, I would be happy to help.”

[babywlsonarchive]

@winterbirth​ asked: [ GAZE ] : your muse watches my muse from across a crowded room.

“And what have I told you two about bothering our guest?” She’s sure he can hear her from the kitchen, even from his position on the couch. She didn’t want to wake him, but the boys had already unintentionally done so. “We’re supposed to show him some hospitality and make sure he feels safe and welcome here. Now, y’all go get ready for school.” She shoos the two boys off, feeling Bucky’s gaze upon her. “I’m sorry about them. They never know how to act sometimes.”

[royalgcnius-arc]

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

　　　　Everything had happened way too fast. Gunshot screaming over sounds of fighting and weapons clanging, it was suddenly like the world had gone QUIET. The bullet was aimed at her, it took a moment for Shuri’s smart brain to process it. A consequence of her threatening John Walker’s companion, which in turn had been caused by the two American heroes disrespecting her people. Pointy sticks and a misogynistic pat on the shoulder had pushed the Dora Milaje to attack, Shuri losing her temper even quicker than them. She wasn’t even supposed to be there, to be fair, but when Ayo had told her Bucky was hanging out with Zemo — her father’s assassin —, the princess of Wakanda had been the one to drive the airship to Riga. Lots of anger and fury had been the feeling Shuri had aimed at the white guy she had fixed since the moment she had set foot in Europe, but taking a bullet for her wasn’t something she would have asked him to do. Especially not by the hand of Secondhand Captain America, whose purpose and ideals definitely looked DIFFERENT since Steve Roger had gotten too old to wear the suit. When her brother had explained what had happened to Cap — taking a trip back in time, getting married and old and showing up on a bench like he was a much older version of Forrest Gump — Shuri had almost believed the king of Wakanda was fooling her. Crazy what people would sacrifice to get a second chance with the girl of their dreams... She wouldn’t know, she had always preferred Star Wars to Disney fairytales, before they also became Disney. But that was definitely not the point right now. The point was that Zemo was gone and so were Walker and partner. And Bucky was bleeding. « What the hell Bucky?!? » Was that her way of showing CONCERN and saying thank you as she immediately reached to assess the wound? Possibly. « Where is my arm?! » That would have shielded him from the bullet, but she hadn’t seen Ayo deactivating it in the rage of battle. « Don’t move, I’ll take care of this. »

[alleyborn]

@winterbirth​ sᴀɪᴅ: ☠️ (pain please)

            Jason had grown up around Bucky. James was something stable in his life. An uncle even that was always there when he needed him. Jason was quick to call him if anything went wrong even if it was just to complain that the rich kids in the private school he was sent too weren’t too accepting of someone who grew up in the projects. But all was well this time when Jason convinced him to go out to lunch with him. All was more than well. He got his letter back from his first choice of collage and was getting excited to show his favorite Uncle. 

             After all the blood sweat and tears, the struggling and wondering if he’ll ever get out of skid row, he finally did what he always wanted to do. He was going to go to school. And he couldn't have done it without the helping hand always at his back pushing him to be better. Even if that helping hand had annoying cold metal fingers that Jason could never beat in an arm wrestling contest. ( Cheater! )

            Jason chatted the man’s ear off as they went down the streets. A bounce in Jason’s step as they were getting closer to the sandwich stop. He couldn’t wait to tell him. He’d be so proud. Jason ran ahead, laughing as he did.  ❝ Come’on Bucky! You’re so slow! They’re gonna be closed by the time we get your old bones over there! ❞ He was still laughing as the truck rocketed around the corner. Still grinning as he walked backwards into the street waiting for him. A grin plastered on his face as the truck with no license plates ran a red light and came barreling down the street. 

          There was a sickly wet ripping sound as it strikes him dead-on. Tendons ligaments and skin shredding by sheer force as arm was ripped from small body. Bones crushed as he’s pulled under the car and left there in a heap as it drives away. Carnage was painted across the road from where he was dragged a few feet. He made no sound other than a high pitched strangled wheeze as ruptured lungs tries desperately to take in the breath stolen from him. Jason stared up at Bucky when he knows he’s by his side. Bright blues filled with so much fear. Broken body makes no movement, only his eyes with stay locked on him. He takes in two more equally small breaths. His eyes never close.