#wintersghost

[cagedthewicked]

it is currently five am and i am sitting here ( i am laying down ) thinking about how heavy bth is going to become and i doNOT want to do it 👍

i know that i don’t actually have to do it and i change things so it doesn’t have to be like that but it is important later on for things that happen in the tfatws arc. i just dislike it because it’s sad and i don’t like making kris sad :(

him grieving is literally so painful for him because james was the one person in his life who was good.

he saved his life more than once and he did hate him for it for awhile. & once he finally stopped hating him and actually started to let him in again, steve showed up and he lost him again for two years. then, when he does see him for the first time in those two years, he’s ripped away from him again before he can even begin to enjoy him again for, what he believes, to be for good.

it’s just so unnecessary painful to think about and have to actually sit down and write because he is so so angry because he is in so much pain.

kris loves bucky in such a big, genuine way that he can’t do anything else but love him. loving him is like BREATHING for kris, and now his oxygen is gone. on top of everything he knows is gone.

it’s just a lot and i don’t want to write it but i have to sadly </3

[readyforyours]

“What’s my name?”

          ❛ It’s gonna be jackass in a minute if you don’t get your ass in gear. Move, they’re gonna be here any minute. ❜

[nochildrenintheredroom]

"Did you know about this?"

Nat’s eyes fell to the floor immediately, refusing to meet his eyes. “…Yes,” she answered. It was soft, matter-of-fact. She knew. How could she not? There was an itching feeling within her. It was confirmed when she’d seen the reports once they were released. (That coding was no match for her decryption skills.) She knew that he was there, that he’d been the one…

But just because she knew about it didn’t mean she was in a position to tell him anything about it. Part of her didn’t even fully believe it. “Вы помните, солдат?” she breathed, voice low. Nat couldn’t allow any hope to betray her in her words, but it was all she had. The thought that he might be able to recall some details sent butterflies through her body, but she’d given up on butterflies years ago.

[irmakruhl-blog]

winters-ghost

Sharon looked down at the alcohol in front of her and said “what the hell, it’s not like anyone I know is here.” Pouring herself another shot, the young blonde stopped the second she saw him walk through the door. “damn.”

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[greenwithgxmma-archive-blog]

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

Place One in My Inbox: Questions Edition.

"No, but you need to."

[xlianovna]

It had been a long day and the night wasn't much better. Rebuilding SHIELD while also attempting to rebuild her own persona was no easy task. She taking it as best as she could, though. One day at a time. Working alongside the Avengers helped with that. She was thankful to feel as though she was making a positive difference again.

Currently, she was making her way back to her apartment. Rain poured down, making her umbrella nearly useless. It didn't help that in her other arm she carried a large paper bag of groceries. Annoyed and nearly soaking wet, she made her way to her floor and through her apartment door. As soon as she opened it, the little black stray cat that hung around the building came darting out. The sounds nearly made her jump. "How'd you get in?" she asked, raising a brow.

She entered cautiously and immediately got her answer. Even in the dark, she could easily make out the silhouette of a man sitting in one of her living room chairs. "James?" she asked carefully, her voice barely heard over the sound of the rain on the windows. It had been a year since the fall of SHIELD and once James had been found by Steve, she was introduced to him under less chaotic terms. The two had become close friends, but she knew his mind was still very fragile.

She set the bag of groceries on the counter and turned on a light before walking towards him. "James," she repeated. "Are you ok?"

[directorromanoff-blog]

We Meet Again - Natasha and James

Natasha had landed her plane outside of a small tourist town, not expecting to find anyone there. It was mostly that she needed a break from flying, and she wanted to treat herself to a little restaurant food, instead of the limited fare she cooked on the plane. 

She approached a restaruant now, hoping she looked fairly harmless - she could play "young soul-searching tourist" pretty well. As she made her way down the street, she noticed someone out of the corner of her eye who didn't look like he quite fit in. A man was sitting on one of the benches outside, and he was too tense to be a native, and too rugged to be a tourist. When he looked up, their eyes met, and she felt a jolt when she recognized him.

The Winter Soldier looked much less dangerous now, although she knew as well as anyone that appearances could be deceiving. But as far as she knew, he wasn't under Hydra's influence. If he was, he would have already tried to kill her. The Winter Soldier was a killing machine, not a spy. He wasn't designed to put on an act.

Hesitantly, she approached him, on guard and ready to fight if he tried anything. "Are you all right, sir? You look like you're in pain."