Prisoner #56898

"Your death amounts to as much as your life: a zero sum."

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….̲L̲̲o̲a̲̲d̲̲i̲̲n̲̲g̲ ̲H̲̲y̲̲d̲̲r̲a̲ ̲I̲̲n̲̲t̲̲e̲̲l̲….

...𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃: 𝚆𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚂𝙻𝙳𝚁 #56898... ...𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽... ...𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙲𝙾𝙻: 𝙽𝙾𝙽-𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽...

open starters . plots

Follows from: @dxmnedderelict

[satlun]

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES | THUNDERBOLTS

[vibraniumfed]

nah you better SIT DOWN and LISTEN UP because the fucking WAY that Bucky sees himself in Bob... "This isn't right." FUCKING RIGHT IT'S NOT. Bucky can see the angst dripping off of Bob's form. He sees the scared kid just trying to fight the monster inside of him that's been shoved into the cavity of his chest where a wounded heart fights to survive. They were experiments. They were taught to be fearful of looking in the mirror for too long or else they wouldn't like what they saw. Bucky knows that Bob trying to beat the void is not going to work because HE USED TO BE VIOLENT TOWARDS HIMSELF.

THIS SONG IS THEIR SONG FOREVER ! ! ! FUCKKKKKK

[nastasyafilippovnas]

Give me an assassin and a girl he can’t kill and I’ll ship the hell out of it.

[fuyante]

"Oui. Okay." A light lift of her shoulders did little to mask lingering amusement. While his manners were in perfect form- whether he kept Xavier for fifteen minutes or five hours made no difference in her eyes. In fact, she was solely awaiting to moment her brother returned to find he had a guest! Caught up in the array of potential expressions, it took a beat for her to realize Bucky asked a question.

"Hm?" With a perk of her brows, she smiled. "Ah- Noémie. Nice to meet you." The idea of someone in her brothers' circles having no clue who she was had long been reality. There were instances of course when it bothered her, yet in some ways she supposed those feelings were quietly misplaced. "Have a seat anywhere you like." Pressing the door shut behind him, her fingers all but flicked the deadbolt, setting the lock with a firm click. "I'll work around you to make things easier." Given the pile of the clothes she figured it best to tackle tricky items first, but only once she finished what she'd started. Collecting the unfinished suit's jacket in her hands, she held it for him to take. "Just hold it taut for me and I'll take care of the rest." A bit easier said than done when she she'd more or less be pointing a sharp needle near him, but...so long as he remained still all would be well.

Sinking in the space directly in front of him she began counting the threads to find her place. "I would ask what kind of work you did with Xavier, but truthfully..." Her nose wrinkled, "I find his work just as boring as he finds mine." With a press of her finger she began working the needle through. "Are you from here or did move like him?"

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The name is repeated politely, nodding as though the dip of his chin would cement the mental picture of name to face. He doubts it with his memory as shit as it is to begin with, but it's a genuine attempt. A wary glance wishes to assume the lock of the door is purely out of the concern of the neighborhood they are in. She'd not seemed to know who he was just by his face which told him she either didn't want the news or had a very good poker face. Even so, it would be unlikely that she would lock herself in with the Winter Soldier if she knew who he was. Bucky needed to breathe and calm down.

Bucky operates best when he's been given instruction. He stalls for a moment before choosing a seat closest to the clothes she has laid out, gloved hands obediently holding the fabrics. It would be difficult to recall a time when he's felt more uncomfortable and out of place as of late, which is saying something given how every street and corner looks unfamiliar to him now. He belongs nowhere.

Gratefully, Bucky nods as he is given the opportunity not to have to lie to this woman. Even if he hates to, he cannot go telling anyone the purpose of his, Xaviers, and Sam's work. Not that he could explain it at this point or how he had even wound up assisting the two. "Born and raised in Brooklyn." Bucky replies, gaze steadily trained on her hands at work. Manners... Hold a conversation. Fuck, why is it so hard to form coherent thoughts with people? The man is desperately out of practice with casual conversation... "When did you move from France? Sounds like a... southern accent, right?"

[bubbarnes]

“... high school, huh? I was like 90.”

[resplendentdare]

Saskia laughed as she leaned over to playfully hit Bucky's arm, shaking her head. "Drinking and fucking are my hobbies, everything else just seems... boring," she shrugged.

Another laugh barked out of her, scrunching up her nose. "Do I look like I can play chess? I can barely workout how an oven works... but if we're being serious, I like roller skating. I used to ice skate but it ended badly so I picked up roller skating instead," she shrugged again. "I'd pay big money to see you skate."

[vibraniumfed]

"Okay, well, skating is a start. You're not as hopeless as you think." Bucky offers. He fears what fate awaits him having no direction of what he enjoys in this life other than a notebook full of his best friends list of things he began discovering since returning to the world... Now that Steve was gone, Bucky had no one and nothing familiar.

A shake of his head goes along with a smile, "You would have a better chance at seeing pigs fly." Not that he had never skated. He'd learned to impress a girl or two a long, long time ago. Now he wasn't sure the serum increasing his balance and coordination could save him if it tried to. Then again, what was it that they said about riding a bike? You never lose that motor function? "If it makes you happy, and is far healthier than drinking, you should skate more. fake happiness till you make as they say... i think."

[falling-for-a-fantasy]

At the mocking rise of his brow, she simply blows a raspberry in his direction, a childish but warranted response in her opinion, as she looks up at the sky and mourns the lack of stars for a moment. "Nope." With additional emphasis on the 'p' she rolls her lips between her teeth, suddenly aware of the feeling returning to them and realising she was slowly beginning to sober. Another quick sip from her flask is taken, aware of how far she had to lean back to get a decent swig of it and slips it back into her pocket. "Want to hang out till sunrise? You'd have a bigger story to give your therapist then." It was a sudden question, but at least if she ran out of alcohol, the company of another person might distract her enough to ease into the next day. "If you don't want to continue down memory lane, I have more booze at my apartment, or are you feeling chicken?”

[vibraniumfed]

Air pushes through his lips, a subtle battle between what he should do and what he knows will come true. Sleep is not likely unless he were push more liquor down his throat until he blacks out. Even then, the nightmares aren't promised to stay away.

"That sounds promising, but I will need some sort of food first." He sways as he stands, locked in the repetitive motion of the swing rocking his body before he can right himself. "When you get to be my age, liquor and an empty stomach never ends well. You mentioned a diner open?" The anticipated smell of grease and coffee both excites and turns his stomach. The fun part of being drunk never lasts as long as Bucky would luck, where everything ebbs and clouds around him into a numb oblivion. As the winter soldier, he had been conditioned to build a tolerance higher than the serum already promised. Alcohol forced down his throat until he spewed bile and liquor onto the floor only to repeat the process and be forced to try and run on a treadmill. Still, it hadn't ruined his appreciation for the spirit. He just simply cringed at the mention of Spirytus Rektyfikowany.

[falling-for-a-fantasy]

Pink stains her cheeks and flushes down to her neck at the memories as he speaks, something about him always emboldening her and pushing her to new heights of bliss. Nails traced patterns against his back as he spoke but stilling as she feels his lips on her neck. "The feeling is mutual." Here she could forget the worries of the world, nothing mattered beyond this, beyond him and the safety of their cocoon. Nothing could touch them or pull them apart and if she was able, she would still this moment to live in forever. It wasn't until his next words that she was pulled from her reverie, adrenaline coursing through her at his words before eyes caught sight of his grin and one of her own broke across her face. A bubble of laughter escaping as he lifted her into his arms and she nodded furiously, words unable to form through the tightness of her throat. It had always been the next step, they'd talked about it constantly, daydreaming and teasing all the ways it could happen. Nothing could be more perfect than this and as he set her down she took his face in her hands and pressed a feverish kiss to his lips. "You already know my answer. Yes, of course I'll marry you, Mr Barnes." Hands trail down to work the buttons of his shirt, keen to once again claim every inch of him and let the world know that this man was hers. "I love you so much." The words are mumbled between kisses as she kicks off her shoes taking away inches of her height but leaving her at the perfect height to pepper kisses across his chest.

[vibraniumfed]

If it was up to him, they’d have run to the courthouse with Steve and get eloped immediately. He didn’t care for a fancy ceremony or a hundred people there. He just wanted her… but he deserves a nice wedding with all of her loved ones supporting her. That, and his mother may smack him over the head if he ever married without her there. It wasn’t lack of funds, for his family had enough. Bucky wanted them to have a home. A proper place to call theirs where roots could grow deep in good soil and grow their family tree.

He wanted a world without the war threatening to take his life at every turn of deployment… at the state of the world, he worried about marrying her just yet. As selfish as he was, he’d rather her be a woman grieving her fiancé than a widow grieving her husband. In a sick and twisted way, he assumed that might make it easier. He couldn’t vow to come home each time, but he could promise to fight like hell to stay alive for her. For their future.

“I love you more.” Bucky replies, falling off his tongue as easily as it was to recycle air through his lungs. He reaches behind her to turn the water, fidgeting with the knobs to guess the temperature and allow it time to warm while his hands smoothed over soft curves, round the supple curve of her behind. “My hearts gonna give out with how fast you make it run seeing you.” The pads of his fingers trails down her thigh, encouraging her to part her legs and invite his touch towards the inner flesh. Deviously, he teases and nips at the curve of her neck, slowly backing her into the shower where steam and vapor cling to the tension stirred between them. “Open your legs wider f’me, darlin.”

[falling-for-a-fantasy]

Caleb sucked his teeth in frustration towards Dodds. His price had just been for bringing them here but he wanted Caleb to be the one to give them the unfortunate news of their tagalong, lazy bastard. "I can take you to her. I don't care about the money that's Dodds shtick. I've poured months into this and if you're going after her, regardless of if it's just for questioning, I want in. That's my price." He stood up and grabbed his bag before hoisting it over his shoulder. It seemed the more reasonable one did most of the talking but he looked to them both. If they worked as a team then if one had reservations he'd give them the decency to at least talk it out. "I'll be waiting for your decision outside. Dodds? Get what your owed from them but I don't owe you shit." The older man went to protest but at the sight of Caleb's knives he quietened, returning to nurse his beer and he set off down the stairs to wait for the pairs decision.

[vibraniumfed]

Sam was curious to know just what this man had poured months into... but it didn't seem like he was too keen to share at the moment. He would need to take what he could get, and if that meant siding up to a stranger in a three musketeers knock off, he would. For Bucky- who was keen to cross off another list of on the seemingly endless row of names he had to 'correct'.

Bucky's gaze followed 'Rook's' down the stairs until he was out of sight. The air from his lungs was exhaled deeply, hollowing him out.

"This feels like a stupid idea." Bucky grumbles, but he forces the pack open to count out a wad of owed currency. They'd both known it was better to bring along cash for reasons specifically like this. No one did anything for free in Madripoor.

"Yeah." Sam agreed, bracing himself for what he was about to say, "but we have no other choice. He knows where Sharon is."

"I knew she was shady." Bucky grumbled, tossing money onto the counter before shoulders the pack again. "And what about Wonder Kid down there? What's his big revenge plan?"

Sam's face soured, uncertainty worrying his brows, "I don't know. We cross that bridge when we get there. Just watch him carefully, alright?"

Silence passed between them, searching one another's eyes for clarity. Whether or not either of them found what they were looking for, Bucky eventually nods and leads Sam down and out where they found Rook waiting.

"You come along, but you're letting us talk to Carter. We're not there to hurt her either."

[stardustrider]

Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

[sebstansource]

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

[fuyante]

A flash of curiosity shone in her eyes, Noémie studying him as if properly taking him in for the first time. While she didn't consider Xavier a loner per se- for him to have a guest arrive without saying anything was a bit strange, which meant...this man could be cut from that very cloth. A frivolous suspicion, yet it was confirmed for her the moment he mentioned work. "Ah..." Nodding slowly, her gaze flicked towards the clock, noting the hour before landing back on him.

"Xavier should be back in the maybe an hour or so?" An estimation, yet the way her nose wrinkled betrayed her lack of conviction. Knowing her brother he could return before dinner or well after midnight. "How about this?" Gesturing to the couch, an idea came to mind as she spotted the number of garments she'd yet to mend. "Why don't you stay for now. You can help me with somethings-" A glance in his direction and she rushed to explain herself, "It's nothing difficult. I'd just need you to hold clothes while I work on them." Raising her hands as though in surrender, she smiled. "So what do you say? This way you won't have to go back and forth for Xavier, I can hopefully get through his mess, and then I'll feed you."

[vibraniumfed]

He attempts to mold his face into something not resembling utter horror at her suggestion, but the best he can do is tone down the furrowing of his brows. What an odd woman... He saw no wedding ring on her finger, but it wasn't yet ruled out that Xavier didn't have a partner. Though Bucky found it hard to believe that someone so inviting would find Xavier to be a likely match. Sister perhaps. Or cousin. A friend.

No matter the relation, this woman does appear to know Xavier. The last thing he wants to do is offend her and never hear the end of it from him; so despite his instincts wishing to leave, Bucky relinquishes his head in a nod of surrender. "Okay... Sure. You don't have to... feed me though. I won't take up too much of his time." He wasn't even sure that Xavier would be happy to see him, and the more that he thought about it he wasn't even sure why he had come. The idea soured quickly, wishing he had minded his own business and ignored his therapists advice. Some people were not meant to make connections or have friends. His life, or the negative sum it had added up to, was past expiration.

"I can help, but uh- what's your name?"

[vibraniumfed]

plot where James meets and slowly gets close to the single parent next door. both of them incredibly guarded for different reasons. give me the slowest burn of my life please. or just have them as friends ugh please.

[agentinlove]

bro was depressed but still serving face

[elvisqueso]

"You say you know who I am, so you know my story and you know I didn't have a choice who I worked for. But you do." | Thunderbolts* (2025)

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