A TIMELESS WINTER,

and how many centuries has it been, since i've been dead and loved you? bucky barnes. winter soldier. assassin. penned by jess.

[winterassassin]

DOSSIER: BUCKY BARNES

« yon gonzález , 31, he/him, marvel comics » ∙∙ loading case file for bucky barnes. known aliases, if any: the winter soldier. current location: new york, new york.  current occupation: assassin. he is known to be unwavering and ruthless, so proceed with caution. their current alliance:  villain. (jess, she/her )

BASICS

full name: james buchanan barnes alias: the winter soldier gender: cis man species: human (enhanced) age: 31 (due to cryogenic freezing between missions, hasn’t aged much since his “death” in the 1940s) birthday: march 10 1917  zodiac: pisces place of birth: brooklyn, ny  current residence: unknown hydra base  nationality/ethnicity: white, american   orientation: bisexual

BACKGROUND

criminal background: no charges against him, whispers of his existence as an assassin run through the spy world  known languages: english, german, russian, etc.    education level: high school/military training  occupation: assassin (involuntary) 

FAMILIAL

parents: george barnes (deceased), winifred barnes (deceased) siblings: rebecca barnes

TRAITS

good traits: disciplined, protective, observant, resourceful neutral traits: self-sufficient, guarded, impulsive, violent  bad traits: defensive, aggressive, envious, reckless moral alignment:  tropes:  Back From the Dead Fallen Hero  Older than They Look  One Man Army 

ABILITIES

weapons: proficient in all, cybernetic arm implant  level: high level threat   powers: enhanced physical abilities from super soldier serum skill: hand-to-hand combat, infiltration, espionage, and marksmanship

SHORT HISTORY

the childhood best friend of steve rogers, james ‘bucky’ barnes fought and was lost in wwii. while he was believed dead, in truth he was recovered by hydra scientist arnim zola and turned into the winter soldier. in the decades since, he’s fought and killed under their orders, a brainwashed shell of the man he used to be. having been sent to new york on a mission, he remains a ruthless killer, with only a flicker of the real bucky barnes left inside.  

[ntashasarchive-blog]

you will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear

[winterassassin]

@slavicshadow​

[winterassassin]

TARGET DESIGNATION: Captain America. MISSION PARAMETERS: Far range assault. Target skilled in hand to hand combat. Avoid close combat fighting. Avoid direct engagement. The soldier waited, on the roof, where he could see the target through the crosshairs of his sniper rifle below. This was comfortable, routine after the confusion he’d experienced since arriving in New York. The mission was to take out SHIELD’s super soldiers, designated enemies by his superiors. That was all he needed to know. After that, once the targets were neturalized, he would report back in, and be stood down until his next assignment. 

His finger pressed down on the trigger, sending a deadly shot aimed at Captain America’s head. @captstevercgers​​

[winterassassin]

He had a mission to get back to. That was his only thought as he waited in the run-down, abandoned building he’d found himself in since going AWOL. He didn’t know why, or what he was waiting for. They would find him, no matter what he did. They would make him complete the mission. They would make him forget - what? What was there to forget? The woman with the dark hair, dark eyes that made him ache, the streets of the city... there was almost something, but then it was gone again. The soldier shook his head. The two targets, Carter, and Captain America, were still out there. That was what he should focus on. That was the mission he needed to return to and complete. 

Then he heard the door being kicked down and shot to his feet. “Don’t.” He warned, the sound low and terse. He still wasn’t used to speaking. A warning shot would have been smarter, would have been the ordinary move of the soldier, and he grasped for his gun, holding it steady at the door. “Don’t come in.” @cptcvrter​​

[slavicshadow]

who: natasha romanoff + open where: a city street, new year’s day

New York city on New Year’s Day was a strange place: half-alive, half-awake, the moment between exhalation and inhalation. In the buildings overhead, people slept, or they hadn’t yet fallen asleep, and were dreaming of the new year. On the street, stores will still shuttered, their metal grates locked shut against the concrete. It was quiet, for New York, but it was New York, so it was never quiet. 

Natasha pulled her jacket closer around her, head down, walking off the sting of a few too many glasses of wine the night before. She noticed her tail immediately, of course. They were a clumsy tail, all heavy footfalls and loud breathing. She gave them the courtesy of a full city block anyway, to let them think they were doing something, before she turned around. “Can I help you?”

[winterassassin]

&.

Mission report. There was one due, the soldier knew, but it had been two days since he had been supposed to check in. He didn’t know why. He had never before done anything without being ordered to do it, and there was a voice telling him now to go back, to receive orders again, to stop the confusion, as loud and distracting as this city. It was the city that had done it. Something about it was familiar, like he had been here before, like he knew it. 

Or maybe it had been her. He had seen her when he’d started his surveillance of SHIELD, searching for his target, and some impulse in him had made him switch his mission to her. He’d been following her for the last two days, when he could, not knowing why. Maybe he was going to kill her, when she saw him. He had to kill her, if she saw him. No one could see him. That was always the first rule. But his surveillance had grown clumsier, more confused, almost as if ... he wanted her to see him. The soldier wasn’t supposed to want things. He stepped forward, his metal arm tightening by his side. Ready. “You...” his voice was hoarse, unused as it was, a whisper. He stared at her, eyes desperate and hungry as they rested on her face. He wasn’t supposed to want things. “I know you.” 

[forever-in-transit]