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James "Bucky" Barnes Semi-Selective

[wiintersoldat]

Mun is 30+ and prefers dark themes

NSFW content, including said dark themes and if anything ever turns into more of a smut / shipping thread they will be put under a Read More and tagged to the best of my abilities.

Shipping: I enjoy almost all kinds of ships, but would prefer to either plot something a little out first, or interact a bit before diving into a ship.

I RP in paragraphs and semi-paragraphs

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Very selective with OCs, gives priority to canon interactions. I'm not opposed to OC's, at all, I just prefer Marvel canon muses.

Other Blogs:

liigamentum  (Ultron, and a Multi-Muse MCU RP Blog)

wiitchofchaos - Wanda

mindcontrolledhawk - Hawkeye

wiitchycoven - Agatha

oldtiimey - Captain America "Steve Rogers"

[wiintersoldat]

I'm on like 50000 other blogs, right now, I'm sorry LOL

BUT my muse for Bucky comes and goes. It's sort of here.

Oh, and I made a Bob rp blog, too, of course....

[thenameswintergifs]

"You wanna see what someone can do with laverage?"

SEBASTIAN STAN as JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021), dir. KARI SKOGLAND ↳ 1x04 "The Whole World is Watching"

[wiintersoldat]

Starter for @stxrsandstrcpes

The mission was simple enough on paper; find the targets and rescue them. They were located in a building far from any close civilization, miles away from any sort of city or town. This place gave off the feeling of something way too old, much like himself. He glanced over to the mission partner he knew had volunteered for it, and smirked his way.

"So, Falcon. How's the new wings? Heard you were badgering Wakanda for forever." Keep it light. He was reminded by Sam, earlier in the day. The man was here above them, somewhere, patrolling the skies and giving them tips from where any enemies were. So far nothing, yet. Which was odd in itself.

[kingcrossbones]

@wiintersoldat

Brock stumbled a little from the pain the shot caused as if he wanted to retreat, and walk away from it but soon enough found out how useless that was when his back hit the soldier's front for a moment until he moved. This was a little surprising to Brock because he thought the Asset didn't take action unless ordered to do so and had not spent enough time with him in the field or missions to figure out how he was functioning. He said nothing either way, just silently, and painfully, watching the Asset in action and it was… beautiful. He would take getting shot over and over if he'd get to see this more often. When those intense eyes, carrying in them the colors of a winter storm had turned toward him, Brock felt something in his chest unlock and his muscles relaxed instantly. He looked into those beautiful eyes and smiled through the pain, raising a bloodstained hand to the soldier's shoulder to steady himself when he was yanked by the arm to go closer and sat down on the nearest bench as the soldier guided. He looked at the cloth that was handed to him and grimaced when he started to unzip the jacket, taking it off slowly, opening up the straps in the shape of an X over his chest, and looked up at the soldier with worry in his eyes. "This will have to be a secret, okay, sweetheart?" he had no idea if he could get to him but Brock tried anyway. "It will get ya in real trouble so you'll have to help me out. Check the wound for me, will ya, baby?" he grunted as he tried to pull off his shirt "Check if there's an exit wound. Do ya know how to do that, sweetheart? Also," he jutted with his chin to a locker in the corner, "take my keys, they're in my pants. There's a medical kit there. Think you can help me with that, baby?" his voice was soft and gentle, a hand reaching over to grab onto the soldier to stand up, giving him access to his pockets.

[wiintersoldat]

The Asset waited for him to give him an order, after already feeling a tiny bit of anxiety in his bones for doing something without one. This was already the longest he's been without immediately being locked up on ice after a mission was completed. So, he took this chance to do something different. Instead of bring harm to another, they were now with the intention of giving help.

Silently, he nodded at the other saying this needed to be between just them, and on that fact he knew it must be. For if anyone else found him to be doing something not on task, then he would never be let up on punishments. The thoughts were starting to slowly come to him. The petname's were also registered there, and how much they confused him with a certain kind of emotion.

Slowly, he was briefly able to be there, mentally, like a quiet tune trickling in past all the buzzing static. With this one's voice to guide him, he went over to grab the med-kit, after fishing for the man's keys with his metal limb down the other's pocket. The kit was placed on the table, opening it before glancing at the exposed area to see what he was working with; a fine view, as well, that he couldn't let such a thought linger.

Blood oozed from the exit point, and he lifted his non-metal hand up to graze the heated flesh. "No bullet." Not that he could see, but the fact that there was a place for an exit meant it must be gone from him. Then he grabbed up what he'd need to clean and dress the area. Bandages that stuck to both ends, once he managed to get the bleeding to stop enough. When he was finished, he looked down at the other, waiting for more.

[wnterwolf-shieldcaptn]

CAPTAIN AMERICA AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

@WNTERWOLF-SHIELDCAPTN

Indie MCU Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson blog (side blog to @ironifiicd ) written by Shurley/Foxx (she/her) both Mun and Muse are 21+ please read rules before interacting please. Personal Blogs please do not reblog RP threads otherwise you will be blocked. Mun is Bi so this is an LGBTQA2S+ friendly blog and hate or discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. 

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[kingcrossbones]

Brock just got out of the debriefing room and instead of seeing the team crowding the hallway, there was only Jack Rollins with a suspicious look on his face. He was just too blank and masked whatever was happening a little too well.

"What's going on?", Brock asked and looked around. When he didn't receive an answer, he insisted "Where the fuck is the Asset?" and at that, he almost saw Jack flinch but it was so small, he almost missed it. He didn't waste any more time and started to walk down the corridor, Jack huffing and trying to stop him "Commander, I wouldn't recommend..." but he was cut off by Brock "I don't care what you recommend, Jack. If yer not gonna tell me where the Asset is, I'll just look for him myself, even if it takes the whole fuckin night." But that wasn't necessary when Brock opened some random door and three men were hitting the Asset as if he was a punching bag.

"What the fuck are y'all doing here?" his voice resonated through the room and everyone stopped, apart from one of the new guys that always gave Brock the feeling that he was gonna be a pain in the ass at some point. "What the fuck is it to you? What's he like, your girlfriend?", and laughed but seemed to to be the only one laughing as Brock came closer, placing himself between the soldier and the others, a foot apart from the new guy. "You better fu-" but Brock didn't get to finish his sentence when the new guy pulled out his hand gun. Brock reacted but it was a little too late, managing to duck aside but the bullet caught him in his left shoulder, the bastard was aiming straight to the heart and had missed it by inches.

[wiintersoldat]

The sound of another speaking, who weren't these cackling hyenas, made the whole room feel quite still. Blurry eyes looked around at the men who all stood at attention and surprise, but his focus was again whipped over to the man who was still trying to get at him. The Asset didn't even have the time to process all the noise, and the stench of blood made it to him when he realized what just happened.

Immediately he went into action, noticing who it was that had stepped in to stop this whole situation. This was his commanding officer! With a quick snap of his metal arm upward, those metal digits of his wrapped around the offending one's throat and chucked him out of the door. The men all scrambled and helped that one leave, all afraid they were about to become mincemeat. Silently he watched them leave, and just stood there while his gaze slowly traveled over to the man who had been shot.

Pale blue eyes looked him over, unsure on what to say, but then he forced the other to come closer with a yank of his arm. His real hand, covered by a black leather glove, ghosted over the spot that was injured and oozing with blood. Wordlessly he assessed the situation. Here was someone who could have easily let him get pummeled, because what went on in Hydra stayed with Hydra. Who would've cared about his life? No one here. He was certain the other didn't, as well, and that this was just some way to keep his position. What little thoughts the Asset was allowed to have, with small moments of silence like this, he was able to register that there may be more to this than simply obeying commands. He needed his assistance, or something of that nature, most likely...

Afraid to say anything, he just helped the other to sit on any nearby surface, wondering if he should do anything about the bleeding. "Add pressure..." Finally, he quietly did say, and handed the man a cloth he found on the table, still looking quite clean for being in this private, dark room.

[wiintersoldat]

Starter for @kingcrossbones

How many times had he gone over this 'ritual' by this point. The minutes, hours, all the time in the world could never prepare himself for the pain that was always imminent. After every successful, or unsuccessful mission he had taken, they would increase his punishments for either outcome. The one time when something went all according to plan, he received only about two minutes of pain, before his mind had been wiped.

Tonight was different. So different that he didn't see sight of that terrible chair anywhere. The guards surrounding him had led him straight from the helicopter and to this dark room, where he was ordered to not resist to any actions they'd take against him.

None of them were his commanding officers, but just grunts, and still he had to obey. For all he knew these were orders from above, and he stood there as all of them tried to lay down a beating so severe upon him. His skin was almost like that of steel, and not many could do much with just their bare hands. In which they resorted to metal crowbars, or batons, something with possibly enough force to hurt a super soldier like him.

The Asset never questioned it out loud, but inside he was crying with confusion, and it most likely was seen on his very expressive face. All of them laughed as they continued to try to unravel him, but he continued to stand there and take it, despite the welts that were only now starting to appear after what felt like an hour.

[liigamentum]

Assorted RP Starters~

Villain-ish

"What's the matter, are you going to cry?" "You look so pathetic right now." "Aw, look, you're shaking like a leaf." "Try all you want, that collar won't come off." "How do you like your cage?" "Trying to escape is useless." "You’re practically squirming. Do I frighten you that much?" "All of your friends are going to die, all because of you. How does that make you feel?" "You think that you're so noble, but you're just as much the villain as I am." "Everybody's going to know your dirty little secret. You can't hide it forever." "I've met plenty of people who said they'd never break. They all talk in the end. You will too." "You've made a huge mistake, and you're going to pay for it." "How high is your pain tolerance? Let's find out." "You thought that you could defy me? Then let me put you in your place." "That pained expression on your face is so delicious." "No one can save you now. You’re mine."

Teasing/Humiliation Lite:

"Wait…are you crying?" "No way, don't tell me you're scared?" "Aw, were you worried about me?" "I hear you missed me." "You're totally embarrassed, your face is all red!" "You know your big crush on [name] is so obvious." "I heard you talking in your sleep. You were saying [my name/other name]." "You were staring at [name] the whole time with that stupid dreamy look on your face." "I thought you said you weren’t scared?"

Spooky:

"I can hear things walking around upstairs. Is somebody up there?" "What's the matter, you look pale?" "I just saw a shadow go by!" "I thought that this place was abandoned?" "We're going to have to go down into the basement." "Why did all the lights go off??" "I think that we're lost, and it's staring to get dark out…What should we do?" "You heard that, right? Sounds like somebody's dying." "Come on, let's just try it, what's the worst that could happen? The oujia board is just a toy, after all." "There are tons of rumors about that place…let's check it out!" "There's something behind you…" "Were you in my room last night? I saw somebody sitting at the edge of the bed."

Angst:

"I don't even want to look at you right now." "Did you really think that you could just forget about it, like nothing ever happened? "Was it another nightmare?" "I know you hate me, so just say it already." "You think I'm a monster, don't you?" "Why can't you just open up?" "So you've been lying to me the whole time!" "Alright, maybe I'm jealous. So what?" "I've tried to get along with you, but you really make it impossible." "Just let it go already!" "It was my fault, and whatever you say won't change that." "You let this happen, and for what? Was it worth it?" "That act may fool the others, but I don't trust you at all." "You really think you're something special. God, you're so full of yourself." "How long can you keep lying to yourself?" "I really am a monster, don't lie to me!" "You’re weak. You always were." "You know that this is all your fault."

[wiintersoldat]

If I'd ever write as Sam, he'd definitely take the super soldier serum, and be struggling with that.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

“No, we have the advantage now. But it might not be there in a few days. ” With Bucky stepping towards him, Steve took a step backwards, hand still pressed to the wound. The blood was slowing, or at least he hoped it was. Tightening his weak grip on the shield, he took A few wary steps deeper into the warehouse before looking over his shoulder at his best friend. “It’ll heal. We need to keep moving."

[wiintersoldat]

"..." Bucky nodded to him, and pressed on, keeping an eye on the other as they went. There was that determined look in the other's eye he knew all-too well, and it could mean either of the two options -- stubbornness, or that famous strong will. He admired both, tremendously, but knew it was always difficult to go against the other's word, whenever he had that authoritative tone. "Alright... Keep leading, then."

@alwaysxinxtrouble

[zemothethirteenth]

"I don't require you to keep me safe, James," he responded simply, gathering some ice cubes into a cloth and carefully bundling it up, before simply leaning against the counter, resting the pack against the back of his neck. The shot of cold ran through him instantly at it, and for a moment the spot with the tracker burned, before numbness began to take over. "The priority is to return the vibranium to the Wakandans, not to keep me safe. As long as the task is accomplished," he shrugged absently, before sinking into a seat at the counter, slowly resting his forehead against the cool surface as he held the ice pack in place.

He was cold. Sitting in front of the fire would've been nice, but it would also result in the ice melting faster, and likely a wet path down the back of his neck in due time. The cold was better than the ache at the moment, however, so he simply accepted it.

He gave a quiet hum at the notion of sleep. His head was foggy enough that he thought he might manage it, but the pain and adrenaline were still keeping him closer to twitchy than anything. "I doubt I'll manage to sleep for at least an hour," he responded simply. "But I wouldn't be opposed to laying down with this for a while. I would suggest taking watches but I get the feeling you'd not feel particularly secure trying to sleep with me on watch," he added with a wry smile.

@wiintersoldat

[wiintersoldat]

"... I know you don't." Bucky agreed with that statement, entirely, fully aware of the other's skills. Yet, he still wouldn't put it past the other to possibly get into situations where he would actually require assistance. "But it's better to have my protection than nothing else. I know you hate it, but I am the one with the super soldier serum..." He watched as the other finally settled on the seat, head down on the cool surface there. It was obvious that the ice was working enough.

"And no, we can take turns..." He gestured between themselves so calm and casually. "You're right on not trusting you with that, but I kinda have no choice with it. Even I need sleep, so..." A little shrug of his shoulders, and he'd be in a similar situation on all the lack of sleep. Might as well stay up the whole night if he could manage it, but would rather not be a completely useless sleep-deprived individual tomorrow. "You can stay up first, if you want. I'll set some alarm..." He'd turn to head off to the small room, if there wasn't much else to say for the time being.

@zemothethirteenth

[mrs-stans]

‪@AliKat_7: Sebastian Stan as The Winter Solider/Bucky Barnes in Captain America: The Winter Soldier Exclusive Outtakes

[lunamarvels]

I just want to protect him with my entire being.

I would do ANYTHING for this man.

[zemothethirteenth]

"During a fight," he drawled, glancing over at Bucky. "Am I to be armed then?" The last time they'd worked together the only weaponry he'd had was weaponry he'd found on site. Being able to be prepared in advance would be a considerable aid to his general comfort in being on a mission to begin with.

His fingers brushed along the cup thoughtfully at that. He would be more effective with a weapon, of course, though he suspected that the agreement of others was precisely why he wasn't given a weapon.

He turned his head again, giving Bucky a curious, confused look at first at the comment about something hurting too much, before Bucky acknowledged the tracker. He hadn't been expecting Bucky to know about it, and he simply closed his eyes for a moment. "They drugged me for it, so I'm sure that had a hand in my not fainting," he responded simply. But if Bucky was aware anyway then...

He set his water aside, standing to go see if he could find some ice to make an ice pack. Something cool to place over the spot that was hurting more as the drugs wore off.

@wiintersoldat

[wiintersoldat]

Bucky shrugged at his question, not even certain if it was something necessary to arm a guy like him. Even though he knew that he, himself, would've been able to defend against any kind of tricky attack from the other. There was just no telling if he could also keep watch of him for the entire time whenever they were out there on mission.

"Who knows... I'll try to keep you safe, though, at least." Again, it wasn't because of out of the goodness of his heart, or whatever, but the fact that he owed the Wakandian's a debt with this man's security. It was the least he could do for all they've done for him.

He stood as the other did, and meandered to the counter, pretty much bored out of his mind still. "This place is way too quiet... Perfect for sleep, at least." Bucky felt like he really couldn't get any kind of rest, and it wasn't honestly from just with this one being around him. He'd try to distract his thoughts away from it, though, and leaned on the countertop with his hip. "And whatever you're doing will probably help with the pain."

@zemothethirteenth

[zemothethirteenth]

Taking a sip of his water, he inclined his head briefly. "You deserve happiness, James. You've been through enough, there's nothing honourable about choosing to suffer alone. Not like this," he stated quietly.

Looking up again at Bucky's question, he smiled faintly. "I don't feel particularly numb anymore," he answered. "I would still prefer that we wait until tomorrow to begin," if only so that the pain in the back of his neck might go down, "but if you insist that we get started right away, I'll need a couple of minutes to prepare. The choice is yours," he added.

Something to eat to settle his stomach a bit, and a little more water would do him well. A cold compact on the back of his neck might have helped, but it wasn't something he wanted to draw attention to. At least if he could get a little bit of rest, a little time alone, he might be able to deal with it.

@wiintersoldat

[wiintersoldat]

"... No, we can wait. Besides, you don't look like you're in the best shape, right now. I can't have you passing out during a fight, or something..." Bucky folded his arms across his chest, eyeing the other after a moment. He had been carefully watching, whenever he cared to glance his way, and noticed the other's slight agitation.

Though, why did he care?? This guy tried to ruin his life, and his friend's life, and all the other's. Still, even he wouldn't be able to disagree with himself that such feelings were so long ago, at this point. Almost muted, really. He had some anger, still, but not as much as before. The reality of it was that, knowing Zemo hadn't really much to lose during all of that, and he completely could understand that kind of feeling.

"If it hurts too much, I'll try to see what I can do... Those kind of trackers are a pain in the ass, and you're not even a super soldier... So, good job on not fainting from it."

@zemothethirteenth

[heroesfromtheashes]

"You'll never be fully free of them, and you know that." The blond's lip curled up into a gruesome approximation of a smile. "Your hands will always have blood on them. From the war, from Hydra, from pummeling me." Blue eyes narrowing as he watched Bucky.

"That's why you are just taking this punishment now, you know you deserve it."

[wiintersoldat]

Bucky tried to sit up on his elbows, to get some kind of dignity back, but his body felt too tired at the moment. He just weakly moved a little, and ultimately ended up laying there and glaring at the other. There was no denial in his expression, fully aware of why he was letting this go on. Hell, a part of himself was actually, oddly enjoying it, and he really shouldn't be. Yet, the taste of copper on his tongue was strangely reassuring that he was still living and breathing.

"You think you got me figured out, huh..."

@heroesfromtheashes