I Remember All Of Them

ON HIATUS Semi-Selective, medium activity Bucky Barnes. Mainly MCU with comic tidbits. Tracking thecoldsoldiers

[thecoldsoldiers]

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>> "It's time for me to face the past, no matter what."

21+ Only, those found to be ignoring this will be blocked Independent James "Bucky" Barnes roleplay blog. MCU Inspired with a tidbit of comic knowledge and a lot of headcanons.

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[thecoldsoldiers]

Work has finally left me alone so I may be interested in reemerging.

Let’s plot.

[wnterwolf-shieldcaptn]

@thecoldsoldiers continued from here: xXXx

"Who says I'd be bored? I have all kinds of hobbies, I can cook, I bake. I'd thrive in retirement." Graciously taking the drink that was handed to him does Sam find himself grateful for Bucky's presence, though they tease and bicker with one another it's always done in a way that managed to make him smile when he needed it most.

The Captain peers down at the glass, a puzzled expression overtaking him as his face scrunches into one of confusion as he attempts to figure out what Bucky had poured him before shrugging and taking a large swig. "I feel like I got hit by a truck and then the guy didn't think he did a good enough job of it so he backed over me again for good measure, after that someone took out a lead pipe and decided to take a few swings at me with it. That is exactly how I feel right now." Perhaps Bucky didn't need his long drawn out dramatic explanation, but doing so made him feel slightly better so Sam didn't feel bad about it.

[thecoldsoldiers]

"You would not thrive in retirement; you would last maybe ten seconds before you found a reason to come back and put on the suit." Bucky snorted as he stretched out on the seat, getting comfortable to clarify that he had no intention of going anywhere.

"So what, you'll take like a week before going back out there again?" Bucky joked, although he did look over Sam, seeing just how badly the man was hurt. "What do you need, aside from someone to tell you that you're slightly overdramatic?"

[thecoldsoldiers]

i do apologise for my sudden disappearance, my work is cutting staff and I am working hard to not be it next.

replies are getting done and queued.

[callmefirefly]

Joaquin: It’s funny how well you and Bucky get along. Didn’t he hate you at first?

Sam: Bucky hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people.

[callmefirefly]

Joaquin: What are you writing?

Bucky: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Sam, looking over Bucky's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

[thecoldsoldiers]

Happy Birthday, Bucky. I hope I look as good as you when I get older! - From Joaquin 🦅

“… Thanks kid, don’t let Sam see these messages or he’s gonna think somethings weird.”

[thecoldsoldiers]

"Y'know, I could use someone like you. Ex-Winter soldier. World war two veteran. Best friend to Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. I've done my research. Might even have you kill that annoying Spider-Man for me!" Otto said, pouring himself a drink, looking over at Barnes who was currently tied to a chair, his actuators examining Barnes "All I have to do is say the trigger words!" Otto said with a sickening smile, pulling the red Winter Soldier book out of a drawer in his desk. "Don't try struggling. It's pointless, useless. But oh so entertaining for when I finally break you!" Otto smiled walking over. One of Otto's actuators grabbed Barnes' chin, forcing him to make eye contact with Otto. "I've met Alexander Pierce. Oh the stories he told of me of your time as a Winter Soldier!" Otto said, then took a sip of his scotch "Great stories too. Want a drink?" Otto asked, one of his actuators grabbing a crystal glass, the other one grabbing the bottle of scotch.

Bucky’s lip curled up and he glared at the offending metal appendages that were touching him as he leaned back against the chair he’d been restrained in, now he understood why some people didn’t like it when he touched them with his cold hand. “Flattering.” He muttered dryly and he snorted. “Spider-man, short guy in a red suit right? Yeah I’ve met him.” He didn’t try to struggle, he was familiar with the heavy restraints that had been used to hold him down before, they felt familiar and the knowledge of that made his heart race.

Bucky’s attention flicked over to the red book and he let out a heavy sigh that was quickly replaced with a growl as he was forced to look at the man. “Pierce is dead.” He grunted, his expression more filled with annoyance instead of fear. “And your information is out of date.” He was intentionally being vague, more so that he could grasp some tidbit of control over the situation.

[thecoldsoldiers]

“Happy birthday, James,” Loki congratulates, and takes up his right hand to kiss his knuckles in an overly-dramatic fashion. In his free hand, is a box containing a homemade cake, topped with fresh fruit. “From one old man to another,” he teases, smirking at the lighthearted dig.

@kissedbymischief

Bucky laughed softly and extended his fingers to stroke at Loki’s jawline gently. “Thanks darling, but I think I’ve got a few more decades to go before I’m caught up to your age.” He joked, rolling his eyes playfully. “Thank you for the gift though.”

[thecoldsoldiers]

A smirk crossed Asset’s lips and he gently squeezed at Zemo’s cock before loosening his grip, taking away any friction as if to tease him. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew Zemo still had a weapon but he was enjoying having the control.

“You can leave that to me.” He murmured and bucked his hips up, grinding his erection against Zemo. “You didn’t answer my question before, what did you do today?” Asset poured lube to his palm and returned his hand to Zemo’s cock, stroking it quickly.

[zemothethirteenth]

"That you remember," he answered easily. "Because any time you fail, or you realize they might be wrong, they fry you until you don't know anything else again. I'm well aware. I've read all about you."

Of course, that version of the Winter Soldier had never had Steve on side. And that made everything that much more horrifying. And those were the thoughts he had to focus on to try and keep himself from reacting, though he couldn't really stop his dick from twitching in response.

"My team and I did nothing to bring you and yours here. We have no answers for you. We wouldn't have even interacted if it weren't for your handler kidnapping my fiance."

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset had to resist the urge to get defensive and snarl at Zemo. It wasn’t so much the words as it was the tone, there were procedures and it wasn’t his or Zemo’s role to question them. He swallowed and exhaled slowly, his fingers squeezing the base of Zemo’s cock.

“They don’t believe that.” Asset muttered quietly and began stroking Zemo’s cock again, the goal being to keep his guard down enough to get answers out of him. “I need something, otherwise I go back empty-handed and face the punishment from my handler.” It was a minor exaggeration but he knew that Steve wouldn’t be happy when he reported back.

[thecoldsoldiers]

A smirk crossed Asset’s lips and he gently squeezed at Zemo’s cock before loosening his grip, taking away any friction as if to tease him. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew Zemo still had a weapon but he was enjoying having the control.

“You can leave that to me.” He murmured and bucked his hips up, grinding his erection against Zemo. “You didn’t answer my question before, what did you do today?” Asset poured lube to his palm and returned his hand to Zemo’s cock, stroking it quickly.

[zemothethirteenth]

"I never said it didn't feel good, only that I don't need it. HYDRA has done more than enough to both of us to make sex less appealing than it used to be," he remarked, mostly flippantly, though his grip on the knife tightened as he made an effort to control what reactions he could. It didn't exactly stop the faint beads of pre-cum at the tip of his cock, however.

"Why should that matter to you? Shouldn't you be working on getting back to yours?"

[thecoldsoldiers]

“HYDRA hasn’t done anything to me to make sex less appealing.” Asset couldn’t help himself, he stretched his fingers and lightly stroked up and down Zemo’s cock, his thumb circling the head to smear the precum. He kept his head tilted up and his throat exposed.

“It’s being worked on.” Asset muttered. He was of no help to get the team home, it’s why he had opted for missions. “That’s why I’m here, I get answers, I might get to go home.” It was a small bit of hope.

[thecoldsoldiers]

A smirk crossed Asset’s lips and he gently squeezed at Zemo’s cock before loosening his grip, taking away any friction as if to tease him. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew Zemo still had a weapon but he was enjoying having the control.

“You can leave that to me.” He murmured and bucked his hips up, grinding his erection against Zemo. “You didn’t answer my question before, what did you do today?” Asset poured lube to his palm and returned his hand to Zemo’s cock, stroking it quickly.

[zemothethirteenth]

"You were certainly doing your best," he agreed, keeping the knife firmly in place. "But I don't need sex as a reward for good behaviour."

He watched the soldier carefully. If he hadn't noticed the injury already, there was no need to draw attention to it. Besides, there were ways to be truthful without exposing every weakness. "Because I'm protecting someone. And because he's protecting me."

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset hummed in thought and let his hand trail over Zemo’s pants, fingers stroking the erection teasingly. “Are you sure? It sure felt like you did.” He questioned. This was much easier when Asset had some sort of advantage and not just a lapful of dangerous armed man.

Asset’s eyes focused with some sort of understanding. “The one who looks like me.” He filled in. He didn’t understand how or why, but it also wasn’t his place. “Are you going back to the team?” He asked, remaining still on the bed.

[thecoldsoldiers]

A smirk crossed Asset’s lips and he gently squeezed at Zemo’s cock before loosening his grip, taking away any friction as if to tease him. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew Zemo still had a weapon but he was enjoying having the control.

“You can leave that to me.” He murmured and bucked his hips up, grinding his erection against Zemo. “You didn’t answer my question before, what did you do today?” Asset poured lube to his palm and returned his hand to Zemo’s cock, stroking it quickly.

[zemothethirteenth]

"I assure you," he responded, managing to choke back another noise, "I am being very careful." He emphasized that pointedly by nudging the blade only slightly closer, enough to draw a bead of blood before he eased up again.

His other hand dropped, batting at the hand. "I'm not interested in using a man like you for sex, I assure you, soldat. I am not like your handler, and I would truly rather not hurt you. So enough of the games."

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset barely blinked as he could feel the slight sting and the blood well up on his neck. He had been through much worse and if Zemo wanted to slit his throat right now he had the feeling he wouldn’t still be talking.

Asset grunted as his hand was smacked and he released the grip on Zemo’s cock, a sigh escaping his lips at the familiar term. “Who was using who here? I nearly fucked you in the kitchen.” He muttered. “Fine. Why aren’t you with the rest of your team?” He questioned.

[thecoldsoldiers]

A smirk crossed Asset’s lips and he gently squeezed at Zemo’s cock before loosening his grip, taking away any friction as if to tease him. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew Zemo still had a weapon but he was enjoying having the control.

“You can leave that to me.” He murmured and bucked his hips up, grinding his erection against Zemo. “You didn’t answer my question before, what did you do today?” Asset poured lube to his palm and returned his hand to Zemo’s cock, stroking it quickly.

[zemothethirteenth]

Groaning at the bite, Zemo's hips bucked slightly into not-Bucky's hand even as his own traced down over his side slightly, his finger sliding into the hole in the handle of the karambit. That question was rather a giveaway - as though it hadn't been given away before - and he was at least cautious enough to prepare to defend himself.

"There are things you're clearly very good at," he purred lowly, adjusting the blade carefully into his hand as he drew it up between them, letting the blade bite at the skin of his throat in some threat. "But pretending to be my fiance is really not one of them. He knows where I shop. He knows where I've been today. And he will be home shortly," the last part was questionable, but stated with certainty anyway.

"So why don't you ask me whatever it is you've come to ask."

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset’s grip tightened on Zemo’s cock, enough to apply pressure but he was careful enough not to hurt him, it was intended to be a reminder. He tilted his head up to keep his chin away from the knife, feeling the blade on his skin and scraping away some of his stubble. “Careful…” He muttered. Asset still had to return to his handler in one piece, that would overrule his current mission.

“I have more than one question.” Asset murmured, tone dropping all attempt at warmth that he had been trying to put into it before. “You answer what you can and I might just continue with this anyway.” He skimmed his thumb over Zemo’s slit as a reminder.

[thecoldsoldiers]

A smirk crossed Asset’s lips and he gently squeezed at Zemo’s cock before loosening his grip, taking away any friction as if to tease him. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew Zemo still had a weapon but he was enjoying having the control.

“You can leave that to me.” He murmured and bucked his hips up, grinding his erection against Zemo. “You didn’t answer my question before, what did you do today?” Asset poured lube to his palm and returned his hand to Zemo’s cock, stroking it quickly.

[zemothethirteenth]

Twitching slightly in his hold, he exhaled a quiet moan at the squeeze, and gave an immediately disgruntled noise to follow it as he was unable to find friction as he rocked his hips into not-Bucky's hand. Despite that, he didn't miss the fact that there had been no separate notice of the use of a different name. He'd been calling him James all day so far, after all, and yet there hadn't been even a hint of recognition or pause at his choice to call him Bucky.

Curious.

Not something to linger on overly, however, as he settled more into not-Bucky's lap, accepting the changed bit of friction. It was nice to know the other man wasn't entirely unaffected by all of this.

"Mm? I got groceries," he responded, "which we'll need to put away soon. Alpine is likely going to find her tuna all on her own," he added, a little bit breathless. This wasn't the easiest way to have a conversation, of course.

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset’s mouth twitched upwards in amusement and he rewarded the answer by pressing his mouth to Zemo’s neck and biting down, keeping his hand stroking the cock as he thumbed over the head, determined to add extra pleasure.

“Which grocery store? There’s a few near here.” Asset murmured in his ear, letting his teeth press against Zemo’s earlobe. He was intentionally keeping his questions light, what seemed like innocent but he would store them all away as needed.

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset huffed softly while his hands abandoned the lube and settled on Zemo’s waist. He shrugged his shirt off and looked up. He didn’t know for sure if his cover was blown so he had to maintain it for now. Asset hummed into the kiss and his hands slid forward to Zemo’s pants to undo them. He reached his metal hand in without any hesitation, warmed metal fingers freeing his cock and stroking it gently.

[zemothethirteenth]

Shuddering slightly at the touch, he gasped quietly against not-Bucky's lips. It wasn't that it was cold, but it was a tiny bit unexpected. Some part of him was waiting for this to go sideways, for this to be something else, for one of them to chicken out of pushing further...

"What do you want, Bucky?" he asked, his voice low and quiet, "how can I make you feel good?" His tone was a little breathy as he rocked his hips into not-Bucky's hand, his questions coming between feather-light kisses.

[thecoldsoldiers]

A smirk crossed Asset’s lips and he gently squeezed at Zemo’s cock before loosening his grip, taking away any friction as if to tease him. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew Zemo still had a weapon but he was enjoying having the control.

“You can leave that to me.” He murmured and bucked his hips up, grinding his erection against Zemo. “You didn’t answer my question before, what did you do today?” Asset poured lube to his palm and returned his hand to Zemo’s cock, stroking it quickly.

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset was content to keep the man occupied with kisses if it meant no more questions but then Zemo pulled away and a quiet grumble escaped his lips at what he interpreted as an order. He huffed, blowing air into Zemo’s face before he sat down on the bed, grabbing the lube and holding it in his hand.

It was a fine balance for control here, one of the rare times Asset was allowed to be in control of something, someone else, he was relishing in it a bit.

[zemothethirteenth]

"Thank you," he chimed happily, climbing into his lap with a knee on either side of his legs, before he let his hands nudge his shirt off properly. They wandered down over his shoulders and back as he leaned in, kissing him again rather intently, this time taking the slightly elevated position as he remained mostly on his knees.

[thecoldsoldiers]

Asset huffed softly while his hands abandoned the lube and settled on Zemo’s waist. He shrugged his shirt off and looked up. He didn’t know for sure if his cover was blown so he had to maintain it for now. Asset hummed into the kiss and his hands slid forward to Zemo’s pants to undo them. He reached his metal hand in without any hesitation, warmed metal fingers freeing his cock and stroking it gently.