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Irene Virginia Barnes Wife, Mother, Asset, Warrior This is NOT a spoiler free blog and will contain Infinity War spoilers. They will be tagged as such.

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"Querida?" [ from bucky ]

Irene blinked, not used to hearing Spanish from him. They’d naturally seemed to gravitate towards the Eastern European languages, probably due to the similarities to the language that had been their main tongue for seventy years. Then again, they had been living in Romania for the better part of a year, and the languages were both considered ‘romance languages’, though there were some definite and obvious differences. Still, it wasn’t like they weren’t fluent in the language, they just didn’t have much cause to use it.

“¿Qué tal mi amor? ¿Por qué el español?”

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civil war but when zemo says the trigger words bucky goes into factory reset mode and starts speaking spanish like buzz lightyear in toy story 3

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steve: bucky?!

bucky: quién carajo es bucky?

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Steve: Bucky, can you lend me a hand?

Bucky: 

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To willingly say the trigger words was something else. They’d never been given a choice before, and he trusted her enough for him to agree to it. Ultimately, Bucky offered to be the ‘test subject’. Without his arm, he was less dangerous ( though not by much ), and she could easily subdue him with both her arms if needed. She also knew what would bring him back, so if things went bad, he wouldn’t cause as much damage as her.

He steeled himself for what would happen next: the sudden freezing of his veins before he began to float, finding nothing else as important as the next words his ‘handler’ would say. He waited, long after the words were spoken, but he didn’t feel anything. Not the same numbness he’d grown used to as the Winter Soldier. It was the kind of nothingness that came with having…well, none of the feelings he expected to have. 

He shook his head then, daring to hope just a little that whatever Shuri had done was enough to erase the programming in his mind. The technology in Wakanda was far more advanced than anyone else’s, and Shuri was smarter than Tony Stark. It was possible that they managed to pull off the impossible. Maybe they would need to see if she was also free from the brainwashing, but Shuri didn’t strike him as someone who would leave anything half-finished.

                  “Nothing. There’s nothing. Well besides the fact that I’m hungry.” 

His stomach agreed when it rumbled loudly, and he smiled. Neither of them had had a chance to actually enjoy the domestic side of married life, and now, they could. 

Irene could see the logic behind his choice and nodded. Before she started speaking though, she slipped a hand into his, holding tight and giving something to grip if needed. She could handle his strength. Then, with a deep breath to center herself, knowing what would happen if they worked, remembering the emptiness in his eyes, the nothing that filled him, she started speaking. It churned her stomach, but she knew it had to be done.

“Zhelaniye, rzhavyy, semnadtsat', rassvet, pech', devyat', dobroserdechnyy, vozvrashcheniye na rodinu, odin...”

She watched Bucky carefully for any signs of the words taking effect. He wasn’t fighting or squeezing her hand any more than normal. Could it be...?

“... tovarnyy vagon.”

Silence filled the room after she spoke the last words, and Irene was sure they could both hear her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear Bucky’s, slightly elevated, but not unsteady. She met his eyes and saw him there, the windows of his soul wide open, and the brunette felt the prick of tears at the back of her eyes when he confirmed it.

The words hadn’t worked. He, at least, was free.

That meant... Unless, for some reason, they had run into a snag or something with her, she was too.

That thought, and the growl of Bucky’s stomach, had had her letting out a watery laugh before she pulled him close, arms tight around his shoulders.

“We’re free... Bucky we’re free”

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A peaceful, dreamless sleep was a luxury. Being placed in cryo might have been a resting period, but the minutes after being brought out of it had always been fraught with anxiety. In their drug-induced state, the anxiety might have been muted, but he felt slivers of it just the same. This time, there was nothing. A brief moment of disorientation and a sudden jolt of worry that he was back in the facility, but seeing her face above him reminded him of what had happened, and he felt himself relax a little. 

                    “…did I sleep in?”

It was meant to be both a joke and a genuine question. The Wakandian facility was very different from HYDRA’s, and he felt comfortable at once even with the presence of lab equipment close by. Slowly, he sat up, his body a few inches away from Irene’s. He vaguely recalled the touch of her fingers on his face a few moments before he fully woke, and the corner of his mouth quirked up a little. Bucky shifted closer, feeling the sheets bunch against his stomach as he did so.

                      “I…”

He paused, glancing to his armless side as if expecting to see it there. But the limb was gone, wrecked after his encounter with Tony Stark. Tony. The very thought of the man’s name sent guilt racing through him. True, he hadn’t known what he was doing, acting on cruel orders that bloodied his hands, but it was his hands that did the deed. Maybe it was best that his arm was gone, but the invisible limb syndrome was definitely a thing. 

                       “Is something wrong?”

He already expected something bad was happening. They’d been placed back into cryo until the princess knew how to best deal with their trigger words. Which meant that Shuri either figured out a way or there was a bigger crisis at hand. It always ends in war. Words he’d quickly learned over the years, which was why he wouldn’t be surprised if she told him that they needed to fight. The only difference between now and their time as HYDRA assassins was that they knew exactly who and what they were fighting for.

Irene smiled as his eyes opened, scooting back a little to give her husband the room to sit up. He looked better than she’d seen in a long time, and she resisted leaning in to hug him, at least for the moment.

“Not much more than me. Think we earned it though.”

When she saw his glance towards what remained of his arm though, she did reach over again, lightly holding his cheek, her thumb rubbing the stubble on his cheek. She couldn’t imagine what he was feeling, probably a heavy dose of phantom limb if she were to guess, but she could support him. Always would. His question wasn’t what she expected, but it didn’t surprise her either. The date on when they could be fully cleared of the brainwashing had never been stated. However, Irene didn’t doubt that if they were really needed in the field that they’d be woken up.

“I don’t know, they’re giving us time to wake up. We...could test it though. If it works we know they brought us out for crisis response. If not...”

There was hope at the end of her sentence, a hope she wasn’t sure she wanted to fully trust in. The idea of being free for the first time in more than seventy years... It was a thought too good to be true. They knew each other’s words, both the ones that would trigger the programming and the ones they decided on the bring each other out. It was a totally safe environment here, just them. And their asset minds would never harm the other, something proven in Germany when Zemo’d triggered Bucky to change. He hadn’t raised a hand to Irene, even though she wasn’t in asset mode herself.

[boyd-stevens]

Avengers: Infinity War (2018) dir. Russo Bros.

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Coming out of cryo in Wakanda was nothing like it had been in the HYDRA facility. There were no armed men carrying her out, forcing her into that chair with an IV then attaching the device to her head. Instead, it was slow, just like waking in the morning from a night of deep sleep, the likes of which Irene hadn’t had since the forties. Her brown eyes blinked open slowly, taking in the white surroundings (another difference from the facility’s dark environment) until her gaze landed on the bed next to hers.

Bucky was still asleep, and Irene’s lips curled in a smile as she saw the peace in his expression. Seeing him that relaxed reminded her of only one time, the night after their wedding. Since then, every time had been nothing deeper than a cat nap, for both of them. There’d always been a hint of anxiety, of carefully keeping part of themselves aware when they slept just in case someone came after them. But here, they were safer than they’d been since before WWII, and they could both rest easy.

As she sat up she was glad to see that Shuri and the other doctors had remembered to leave them alone for a little while after bringing them out of cryo. The better for them to make sure the other was alright. Though they’d both agreed it was for the best, it was a little nervewracking to be going back under for who knew how long. Even though they would supposedly be waking up with no more trigger words or chance for anyone to take over their minds again, there were no guarantees that any flashbacks to previous awakenings wouldn’t happen. Better for them to be alone just in case.

Rising to her feet, Irene padded over to sit on the side of Bucky’s bed, mindful of where there was no longer an arm. It was still a shock to see him like that, she remembered how worried she’d been when Steve half carried her husband out of the Siberia facility with his familiar bionic arm almost completely gone. No doubt it would take time for him to adjust to life without it, something she’d help with more than gladly. Besides, she had no doubt that all he’d have to do is ask and Shuri would make him a new one, probably a better one too given the technology hidden away here.

Her attention was drawn to his face when she heard his breathing start to lighten, signaling he’d be waking soon. Smiling, Irene brushed a stray bit of hair out of his face as she waited for him to come around.

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The Cold Case

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The mythological Lernaean Hydra was a fearsome beast, one of the many monstrous children of Typhon and Echidna. But it was obvious from the way Johanna spoke that she wasn’t talking about the creature, but an organization named HYDRA. Sherlock raised both eyebrows at her, silently prompting her to elaborate. He had his own stash of information, of course, but he considered that she might know more about an organization that had military connections. What he knew, he’d gotten from newspaper clippings he accessed through the microfilms in the local library near his childhood home.

Still, if their clients were part of HYDRA ( or had been ), it meant that they were very, very dangerous. Mycroft had dealt with organizations like this in the past, and he remembered seeing his normally stoic older brother visibly shaken after a few encounters with some of those organizations’ heads. Despite the potential threat, Sherlock felt his heart race. He’d never felt like this in a long time, and he welcomed the challenge.

              “You expect us to somehow access your                records and tell you who you are. Ignoring                the fact that both of you look too young to                be in your late eighties, I’m not surprised you                don’t remember anything. Memory modification                was a common theme in World War II experiments.                And during the Cold War, come to think of it.”

He clapped his hands then and stood up. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hack into the mainframe of a covert organization using his laptop. No, what he needed was to use a computer, or rather, a network of computers, that could access virtually any government in the world. That meant sweet talking his older brother.

While Sherlock’s excitement increased, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder at just how fast things had progressed. He’d never seen someone deduce something that fast before, and he reached for Irene’s hand and squeezed it. It was a gesture meant to comfort both of them, and he dared to glance her way before he watched both Sherlock and Johanna in fascination. The latter also made him feel at ease: she definitely had some military experience, and it was because of the way she sat.

                 “Looks like we made the right decision.”

He said this to Irene in an undertone, and he squeezed her hand again. It was probably one of the few moments of tenderness they had since they both pulled Steve Rogers out of the river, but he tried not to think too much of it. Right now, romance was and should be the last thing on their minds.

The doctor was slightly surprised at Sherlock’s expression when she mentioned HYDRA. He wanted to know more from her, meaning that he either had little or no information on the organization in his mind palace. But then it shouldn’t really have surprised her. They were supposedly extinct since the forties after all.

          “They were a division of the Nazis that went rogue. Focused on a lot of scientific and experimental technology. Dr. Erskine, the one who invented the serum that gave the world Captain America, escaped from them to join the Allies. Later the Captain’s team was charged with taking them down. History says that the success cost Captain America’s life, as well as his right-hand man. Obviously now we know that’s not true since Steve Rogers was seen fighting aliens in New York and you’re here now, Sergeant.” She nodded to Bucky before continuing, “How Hydra survived, on the other hand, I wouldn’t know.”

Johanna looked back at the couple, expecting they may fill in the blanks if they knew anything. She’d seen how hesitant they were to even mention the name of the organization, and something in the doctor knew that whatever they went through, besides the fact that clearly Irene’s memory had been wiped (Sergeant Barnes’s too? He hadn’t said anything), was something they didn’t wish to speak of. She’d seen similar expressions in her fellow veterans, and even in her own reflection in the first months after she’d been discharged and after the man sitting next to her faked his suicide (something she still hadn’t completely forgiven him for, but they were getting there). It was the expression of those who’d been through more shite than a human should ever go through.

And they’d been through seventy years of it, Johanna couldn’t even fathom such a thing.

The brunette woman nodded at the blonde’s knowledge of HYDRA history. Such things were what she and Bucky had learned when they toured the Smithsonian, and from the bits that he himself was starting to remember. How the division had survived though, they didn’t truly know. It had never died for them, was the only reality they knew for seventy years. Though Sherlock seemed more than happy to take on their case, Irene felt that she should warn him, and she returned Bucky’s gentle squeezes of her hand with one of her own before speaking up.

“I don’t think either of us could tell you how exactly HYDRA survived past the death of Schmidt. It was always there. Until just a couple months ago it was all we even knew. We...ran into Steve, and after that we started remembering, pushing past the programming they’d put in us. It’s still there, and if they get hold of us again I don’t think that either of us will come back. And it’s not just us we’re worried about. We know what HYDRA’s capable of, have been the cause of a lot of things in the past seventy years, and the last thing we want to do is pull anyone into the line of fire. Even just associating with us could put you at risk, we honestly don’t know how much of them is truly left. They just suffered a huge blow in DC, but they had facilities all over the place. They may even have one here.”

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There is nothing beautiful about being broken. - @maxwelldpoetry

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Shifting from one vehicle to another was done seamlessly even though the motorcycle was smaller than the silver sedan. He rested a gloved hand on her waist and his metal hand on the back of the bike to help keep him steady as they continued their pursuit. The car was already badly damaged and no longer controllable, not with the steering wheel gone. He expected them to crash, but the three somehow managed to escape.

No matter. It only meant that their assignment would take them a little longer than he thought. They HAD been told that their newest target would be difficult to subdue, and all three appeared to be fighters. Like Lady Winter, he noticed that one – no, two – of the people were familiar. As the motorcycle slowed to a stop, he hopped off and took the grenade launcher he was handed.

The first shot sent the target flying off of the freeway. Only then did he turn his attention to the woman, and the longer he watched her move and evade his attacks, the more it helped him remember who she was.

             "Ubiytsu oni poslali. Tot, kotoryy uskol'znul.“

He said this in an undertone so that only she could hear. While their main purpose was to kill the one called Captain America, he refused to leave loose ends. And one of those loose ends was within firing range. It certainly didn’t help her case that she’d nearly shot him in the eye. Though it was rare for him to switch targets with his companion, he knew what she was capable of. She could handle their target by herself.

At least for a few minutes.

               "U menya yest’ ona. Nayti yego.”

Having armed himself with an M4 assault rifle, he leapt off of the freeway and landed on the roof of a parked car. He’d seen where she’d run off to and began heading in that direction. Regardless of whether they would engage in a shootout or a fist fight, he was determined to take her down. It would certainly wipe his slate clean of any survivors.

Everything had been going smoothly until the Soldier whispered to her about who the redheaded woman was. She had not been on that particular mission but had heard their superior’s reaction to the fact he had not confirmed the woman’s death, even though she wasn’t the target. HYDRA did not take failure lightly. Had she not been in another part of the complex, Lady would have leaped to her partner’s defense at his cries of pain.

The fact he wanted to finish the job wasn’t hard to believe, she was one of their targets anyway. But, his words to her that she stay behind and handle the blond man alone sent something coursing through her. While on a job together they never left the other’s side, always watching each other’s backs. Before she’d been able to speak, he launched himself off the bridge to follow the other woman.

Lady Winter looked over at the other agents they were teamed up with, then to the prone figure of the dark-skinned man that had been driving the car, clearly knocked out for the moment, and then she peeked over the freeway towards the crashed bus that had been the landing point for their other target. No sign of movement, but he wouldn’t be down for long. Part of her knew that he was more than human, the fact that he’d caught up to her and the Soldier so easily just the night before last was evidence to that. The agents here would probably be unable to keep him occupied for long, let alone take him down, especially if the third man awoke and aided in the blond. 

But that niggle in her stomach as she watched her partner’s retreating figure would not subside, so she turned to the agents.

“Derzhite yego zanyatym, my vernemsya, chtoby zakonchit' rabotu.”

That was all the warning she gave before she followed her partner, taking off the moment she hit the concrete with a swift roll. Speed wise she was faster than the Soldier, could catch up to him easily. A saving grace, in this case. She saw him kneeling next to a van, and her ears picked up the sound of a woman’s voice. Clearly he thought she was there. But from where she was, Lady could see the redhead moving behind him. In the same moment she called out to him, and the bomb her partner had rolled under the car blew.

“Za toboy!”

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This is so beautiful 💫

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The Cold Case

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Sherlock had studied many solved and unsolved cases over the years. He also remembered most of them, so he could easily connect a specific set of evidence to the crime scene it came from. However, this was the first time he managed to link a person’s face to an unsolved case, specifically, the disappearance of a young woman from the pub she was working in. The police had had very little to go on, and he recalled reading about the woman’s mother and mother-in-law asking for Scotland Yard’s help in finding her.

However, no matter how hard the detectives worked, they found no trace of her. The woman’s mother faded into obscurity, but the image of the missing woman now swam to the front of his mind, and she was a carbon copy of the one sitting in front of him. As absurd as his deductions were becoming, he trusted them. Inspector Lestrade might refuse to believe in the notion that the missing Irene Barnes was the same woman who was asking him for help. That was the DI’s flaw: to refuse the seemingly impossible. 

After he’d examined all of the available evidence, including the information that came from her, Sherlock was more convinced that the missing Irene and the Irene in front of him were one and the same. That only meant that ‘Bucky’ was also James Buchanan Barnes, her husband. A married couple disappeared and were placed in some kind of program that turned them into killers. A far-fetched idea, but he’d heard that there were a few experiments in Russia that were focused on creating the perfect soldier.

                       “Help you, Mrs. Barnes?”

A few moments of silence passed among all four before he continued. He was quick to point out a few of the key observations he’d made. Different accents. The heavier step that Bucky had on one side of his body, indicating a metal prosthetic. Given the almost religious way he was hiding his left arm, he’d have to deduce it was that particular limb. Then, of course, there was the fact that she had her face plastered on a specific newspaper article, which he pulled up on his phone and showed it to her.

                       “I remember your disappearance clearly. It was widely reported but never                         solved. It also nearly coincided with the report of Sergeant Barnes’ status                         as killed in action; however, I refuse to believe in coincidence. You didn’t                         disappear. You were taken. A more important question is by whom. Tell                         me that, Mrs. Barnes, and I may be able to help. If you’re worried about                         having complete secrecy, then let me tell you that it’s not necessary. She                         is a doctor and I…I simply have no time for idle gossip.”

He leaned back in the chair, still studying their facial expressions. The first reaction of a person was always the truth, and he wondered if they would attempt to continue with their farce or come clean. he was curious about the events that caused them to remain youthful, but that information was paling in comparison to the prospect of finally solving a case that had stumped Scotland Yard for DECADES.

She had been right. Irene hid her breath of relief as Sherlock began to point out all the things about them that had given them away, besides the fact that apparently her photo was attached to a missing person’s case. The picture was a close up from the photo taken at her and Bucky’s wedding, the same that was at the museum.  It was still shocking to see herself from that time, her hair wavy and just brushing her shoulders, a smile easy on her face, eyes bright and looking at the man next to her like he was her whole world.

Will I ever look at him like that again...? Will he...?

These questions were shoved away. That wasn’t an issue at the moment. Finding out her past was. However, Sherlock’s query about who took them was a loaded one, and she looked between him and Bucky, unsure about how much would be safe to say. Neither of them wanted anyone else put on HYDRA’s radar because of them, it had been the number one worry about consulting Holmes and Watson. She just hadn’t anticipated exactly how fast Sherlock would put it together.

Johanna flipped to a new page in her notebook. Given that she wasn’t in the presence of a couple siblings looking for an ancestor anymore, rather the ancestors themselves, she thought it best to start over. As crazy as it seemed, it was easier to believe now that Captain Rogers himself had been found alive after being frozen. It was possible the same thing, or something similar, could have happened to them. Quickly she jotted down everything that Sherlock noted.

Bucky lost arm, possibly from his fall? 

Irene kidnapped, Bucky was as well, by the same people

At that revelation, she remembered back to her classes on WWII history. The Howling Commandos, while taking part in many of the major battles, mostly worked on taking down one particular branch of the Nazis. A rogue division that the developer of Rogers’ serum had escaped from.

Could it be...?

          “Was it HYDRA?”

The way the younger (if she could be called that) woman’s eyes snapped to hers, Johanna had to assume she was right. Somehow they’d managed to survive past the destruction of the Valkyrie and the death of their leader. What was the saying that was always attributed to them...?

Cut off one head, and two more shall take its place.

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Irene always had a sensible but witty perspective on the war. She always managed to introduce him to a new way of viewing the fight, and he loved that. Just one of the many more reasons why his decision had been an easy one to make. Of course, Steve and the other Commandos had been all for the idea, and the former promised never to drop hints whenever he met Irene. Planning a wedding in the middle of a war seemed selfish, but he was fighting for others whenever he went to the battlefield.

Surely he was allowed this ONE act of selfishness?

Bucky returned with the food, threading his way through the crowd and setting the plates and eating utensils down. Music continued to play, coaxing the other couples to dance on the other side of the hall. Despite being surrounded by other people, he felt like they were in their own little bubble. It was safe. Warm. Familiar. Comforting.

He smiled when he heard that her mother was alright. Bucky had told his mother about Irene and her mother whenever he wrote home, and she found the other woman to be delightful. I hope I get to meet them soon, was the closing sentence of his mother’s last letter. Maybe her wish would be granted sooner: that is, IF he was given the response he hoped for.

                  “Then tomorrow it is. She need anything? I can stop by the general store                     so she doesn’t have to go outside.”

Running errands was something that young men did for their mothers – or their mothers-in-law. For Bucky, he did it because he could, and it was one less errand for Gwenyth to do. And maybe, just maybe, he was subtly giving the woman another reason to accept him into her family. Bucky resisted the urge to smile, and he began to eat. The rest of the meal passed by swiftly even though he stood up a couple of times to get them both drinks. 

The crowd didn’t thin out for another hour, and by then he was already eager to dance. He subtly patted his pocket to check if the small box was still there, only to remember that he’d given it to Steve just in case he decided to suddenly propose. 

                     “May I have this dance, my lady?”

He laid on his Brooklyn accent thick as he stood up and offered her his hand. By dancing, they could also free up one of the tables and give another couple a place to sit. 

The Welshwoman shook her head at his inquiry about her mother, dabbing her mouth as she swallowed before answering.

“Not as far as I know. We got our rations for this week already, and she still had plenty of fabric and thread last night when I got home. Might ask her when you come by.”

Though she didn’t have a job, Irene’s mother kept herself busy by doing some tailoring for their neighbors. In return they gave her fabric scraps they didn’t need for one reason or another that she could work into her quilt. It was a project she’d started the day they’d moved to London, and she’d said she wouldn’t finish it until the day the war was declared over. By now, four years later, the quilt was a good size. Gwenyth often said it’d be bigger if doing the work by hand didn’t hurt so much. Irene always responded that if that were the case she’d run out of fabric far too soon.

Once they really started eating, they fell into a comfortable silence. The brunette was glad to see that Bucky was enjoying his own fish and chips, and added it to her mental list of foods she intended to make for him once the war was over. It was hard to get a good, hearty, home-cooked meal with just rations, which was why places like this were so popular. Food, drinks, and music. What more could a person ask for?

Drinking down the last of her water, Irene could only smile when Bucky stood and offered his hand. His accent was different as it was, but hearing it deepened only added to the foreign sound. She chuckled, and answered in the best way she knew how to as she took his hand.

“Wrth gwrs.”

The band had just started up a lively swing, and the couples on the dance floor picked up the pace in response. Their smiles filled the room, as did the music, infecting everyone with the kind of upbeat happiness that sometimes only a good song and, for a few, the right partner, could do.

[behindthefourthwall]

What if Bucky hadn’t been captured?

[alexisthenedd]

Steve why are you big

[hkafterdark]

#CAN YOU IMAGINE#I’M LAUGHING#STEVE GET YOUR PUNK ASS BACK HERE#suddenly the crowd likes steve a hell of a lot more#“oh this is STEVE” they say#“buchanan’s steve?”#“yeah that steve”#“thought he was littler”#“SO DID I” bucky says “SO DID FUCKING I” (via pageleaf)

[kaylizle]

The crowd parts like the red fucking sea and Steve just books it out of there because Bucky on the war path is something he’s seen before and even with Super strength and agility and shit that is NOT something he wants to see again.

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               “Never bothered you, did it?”

The smile only widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows at her when she pulled him close. He let out a low growl, this time solely for HER benefit. Bucky didn’t hesitate to close the gap between them, his lips brushing over hers. There was a time when, shortly after being brought out of their ‘asset’ mode, they found it difficult to show any physical affection for each other.

Just another rough patch they’d gone through, proving that a marriage made after only a couple of months’ dating could be stronger than most. 

Bucky certainly felt the same rush of giddiness when he’d kissed her for the very first time. His heart doing a funny thump the longer he kissed her, and the brief loss of breath as he pulled away and gazed into her eyes.

And the smile was back again as he brushed the tip of his nose over hers once, and then twice. A familiar bleating was heard behind him, but he stayed locked in that light embrace for a few more seconds.

Irene more than happily returned the kiss, her lips molding with her husband’s as she held him to her. Moments like these were treasured, and at the same time served as a reminder of how long they had truly gone without this. Without an affectionate touch, or any touch really, apart from whatever was necessary for the mission.

She pushed back those thoughts, tugging lightly on Bucky’s lower lip even as he pulled back. His smile, that smile that first caught her attention so many years ago at a pub in London, chased the rest of her thoughts away and the brunette could only return the gesture.

However, a certain kid would only take his calls for attention to be ignored for so long, and she felt the butt of a small head against her thigh. Her smile widened to a grin and she chuckled, tilting her head down to rest on Bucky’s shoulder, simultaneously looking at Steve who was now attempting to squeeze in between their legs.

“Mom and Dad are having a moment, little one, do you mind?”

From his responding bleats, he clearly didn’t.

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