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@winters-barnes
Finally had access to this account since 2017. Not sure the current state of the Marvel RP world but to anyone I once connected with, I wanted to send my apologies for vanishing along with my best wishes and the hope you're all well.
redstainedballerina:
She blinked at him turning her question back at her, Natalia looked down at the place where the girl had cut her, suddenly the pain from the would was all present and she moved further into the room, sitting on a chair near the supplies cabinet. “I’m fine.” She shrugged, if it wasn’t true Natalia didn’t quite register it, the possibility of him being hurt and left unattended at the infirmary was bigger in her mind. Her hands searched the drawers beside her for what she needed to patch herself up. "Are you hurt?“ She tried asking again, a different question this time. She had been trained on basic medical procedures, so she could ease at least some of his wounds if he had any. Her fingers worked quickly as she spoke, cleaning the cut on her leg, but trembled slightly with the effort as she tried to put thread on a needle. Her attention turned back at him as she bit the inside of her lower lip. Her eyes roamed his face, memorising his features a over again. It was an habit Natalia hadn’t want to keep at first, it reminded her of how uncertain was whatever time she had around him, that it all could be ripped apart if her handlers learned how her heart beat faster sometimes when he was around. Natalia dropped her hands and decided to wait until she could manage her trembling fingers, placing the thread and needle aside. “You weren’t on training today, I thought you were…” She said, pressing her lips together as she looked at him. “That they had… Wiped you.”
“No” he uttered quietly and sat back. He didn’t think he was hurt. He couldn’t feel anything. He felt mellow and lethargic. Drugged up with some sort of anaesthetic to keep him calm. Sedating him like a wild animal so they could keep him under their control.
He’d lashed out. His last training exercise hadn’t gone to plan and he’d broken bones of two guards and almost killed another. In the process they’d dislocated his right arm in an attempt to control the aggressive soldier. That was part of the reason he was in medical. He’d had his arm put back in the socket and a heavy sedation injected into him.
Now he sat, half out of his mind and confused while one of the medical staff went to inform a superior that he was ready for transfer to the cells.
Hearing her words he stared at her for what felt like forever. She was a friend not foe. Probably the only one he’d ever have in here. She was the only one who actually treated him as if he was a human. Showed him love and compassion. It was hard sometimes to even believe she was real. Had he gone that insane from lack of human contact that wasn’t abuse, that he’d created a person in his mind who was different?
“Maybe later” he murmured and took in a heavy sigh. Moving his right hand as he brushed his hair from his face. It was short, they’d kept it short as it was more manageable. Yet even his mother complained at how quickly his fringe would grow. “I did something bad. They talk about needing to regain control of me” he said slightly in disbelief. He felt like a child in there, always unaware of what they were doing while the grownups decided what was best for him.
“I shouldn’t be here” he spoke a little clearer as he remembered why he’d freaked out. He’d seen a calendar and discovered the date. With the weakness in the brainwashing the soldier had quickly clicked onto what was wrong.
“What year is it? How long have I been here?”
Warning Signs: December 2015 (Rumlow&Barnes)
we-are-equally-destructive:
Brock kept the gap between them. He knew from past experience that the worst thing to do was to get too close to James when he wasn’t sure of his emotional state other than what had already presented itself.
“Three months? Fuck..” he murmured, gaze shifting over the brunet for what seemed like a long time, trying to assess if he had any visual injuries. “James.. I want to help you. But to help you I need to look at you. If you’re hurt, I want to know..” he sighed.
“HYDRA fell. That’s right. I’m not here to cause you trouble - if I was, you’d be on your way back to HYDRA right now.. It’s just me and you. No catch.”
He kept his gaze on him. Watching his every move like a predator evaluating it’s prey. He didn’t trust him. Not yet at least. HYDRA was the enemy and anyone associated with them became that too until they earnt his trust.
The solider shifted on the spot uncomfortably as he kepy a hard stare on him. “I’m fine.” he muttered. Except for a few cuts, scrapes and the odd bruise. He was telling the truth. The weight on the arm was harsh on his shoulder here skin met metal but that had been the same since the moment they patched it on.
Rumlow had found him. How easily would it be for anyone else to find his whereabouts and maybe they wouldn’t be as kind about it. “What do you propose?” he asked wanting to know what Brock’s plan of action was.
redstainedballerina:
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Natalia panted as she eyed the other girl on the floor, they had been fighting for about fifteen minutes under Alexei’s implacable gaze and her bones ached, not to mention the pain on her leg where the girl had managed to cut her before Nat brought her down. She was almost scared he would ask her to finish the job, Natalia believed that was a bit more that she could stomach right now. Fortunately it wasn’t the case.
Alexei nodded from the other side of the room, signaling her to get out and Natalia almost flew out of the training room and into the infirmary. The blood on her thigh was beginning to run down her leg and she was glad for once that she wasn’t wearing the longer training pants, or she would have spent the night washing them.
She stopped her limping at once when she realized the infirmary wasn’t empty, straightening her back even as her eyes softened over her companion. “James.” She said with caution, forgetting about her cut for a second while she tried searching his gaze. “Are you okay?”
James Barnes had been brainwashed into becoming Hydra’s puppet since they first dragged him into the facility, bleeding out and half dead. The years went by, the methods of torture and brainwashing evolved with the times. The moments he wasn’t locked in a freezer, he was being brainwashed, training or out on a mission to kill a target Hydra had selected.
Lately there’d been growing concerns of losing control of him. They’d manipulated his brain so much to make him forget who he was. That it was something of a dream, a past life. That what he was doing now was for the greater good. He was doing right by his actions. Except now he was drifting away from them and it would only be so long until the leash snagged and they dragged him back. More brainwashing had been the choice made.
Sat in the infirmary, locked in a cold gaze as he stared into space. Lost in the pieces of his mind.He’d overheard them talking about a new machine, electric bolts of energy into his skull. That was the consequence if he didn’t improve on the original methods of control. Something about this life felt wrong, there was always that little niggle in the back of his mind which he usually ignored.
A familiar voice brought him from his mind as he jolted forward slightly and froze trying to gather up information, where he was, what was happening, who was speaking. Lifting his head and slowly scanning the room before he spied the owner of the soft tones. “Talia?” he croaked softly, almost questioning if she was real or not as he studied her. His mind registered her words and he nodded softly even though he wasn’t sure if he was okay. Noticing the blood on her leg his expression turned into a soft frown. “Are you?”
Warning Signs: December 2015 (Rumlow&Barnes)
crossed-my-bones:
Brock leaned in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest as he took in the sight of the man before him, James looked much better now than the last time he had seen him - he wanted it to stay that way.
“I was given a tip off from an anonymous source. If they reached out to anyone else you would know it by now. I told you, I’m here alone..” he explained and took a step forward, though kept a good distance between them.
“I’m not gonna make you go back there, kid. In fact.. they’d kill me if I went back,” Brock stated, making that clear as well. His dark hues then circled the room, taking in the cramped space briefly before he glanced back into the living area.
“This place is a mess. How long have you been here?”
He always felt of something like a child when around Brock. Stood there nervously tugging on his sleeves like a kid waiting to be told off by his parent for doing something wrong. Brock was certainly the dominant one of the two.
James watched him carefully when he approached. He trusted the other mans word and kept quiet. “Uh.. about- about three months” he replied to the question and look at Brock. He seemed hurt but he wouldn’t say anything.
“HYDRA fell.. right? That’s the last I heard. I.. I fled America because it wasn’t safe” he informed. “Been across Europe but stayed here because I didn’t have any trouble for a while...” he trailed off as he wasn’t sure now if Brocks presence was going to bring trouble.
Life On The Run: OPEN STARTER
ssr-agent-peggycarter:
Once his hair was secured behind his ear, she caressed his cheek gently, before pulling her hand away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. “Well, we can do it however you like, but hair grows, love, that’s just what it does. Mine’s much longer than I’ve had it for the better part of a century, but I’m not ready to suffer women gossiping around my hair.”
Feeling him move closer, she smiled up at him. “I’m still an Agent, Sergeant Barnes. And I might be… what would you do if I was?” she raised an eyebrow up at him, loving that they were being playful.
“Have you now? Well, you weren’t trying that hard…” Peg smirked a bit, watching him. “I am saying that all three of us together would have been ideal, but that I don’t know how to tell Steve that not only am I not dead, I’m not old, either. I don’t know how well he’ll take it, what with him moving on and all.”
James looked at her hand when she moved it away. “I like it short. It’s doesn’t get in the way then and... I guess the reflection in the mirror is a little more familiar” he murmured as he settled down in the blanket.
“Still an Agent? My apologies Ma’am” he smirked softly and looked up at her while he thought over his response. “I’m not sure but I’d probably have to kiss you at some point” he grinned up at her. A ghost of the forties boy, unscarred by war and violence. Flirty and not ashamed of it whatsoever.
He let out a small chuckle at her words and shook his head. “I wouldn’t be a very good wingman to Steve would I if I was hitting on his girl now would I? Subtle is the way I had to go” he said fondly remembering the old days. THings seemed so simple back then. “Well.. nothing to say we can’t figure out something between us and then drag Steve in when it’s secure. He can’t be doing that well. We all should be dead but we’re not. That’s enough to drive someone over the edge.” he murmured. “Everything changes but you”
Life On The Run: OPEN STARTER
unfilteredxxpoison:
“I’m NOT mocking you!” she shouted almost at the top of her lungs. “I’m telling the truth! Why the hell do you think I came to you for help?!” She took a deep breath, and her next words came out at a much lower volume, but, her tone was as cold as ice. “But, you’re not going to believe me no matter what I say. I don’t know what made me think you would actually help me. Fuck you.” She practically spat the last two words as she turned around to leave.
“You clearly don’t know me if you came to me for help” he shook his head frowning. He had HYDRA and SHIELD and god knows how many other organisations hunting him. He’d almost been captured when crossing from America to Europe. He kept his position as he watched her. He wanted her to leave even if he’d been painted as the bad guy. He was doing what he had to in order to survive. His mind was that foggy that he struggled to tell the difference between what was real and pretend these days.
Freezing in place when his hearing connected with a should outsde. “Stop. Stop. Stay still” he ordered as he listened once more hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. “Can you fight? Doesn’t matter you’re going to have to”
Life On The Run: OPEN STARTER
smxkingimages:
“A while. Been keeping an eye on you since you got here to be honest.” The petite blonde answered going through his fridge frowning at her options. “You need food” she muttered to herself and closed the door turning to him. She wore black leggings a leather jacket and a grey tank top with her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She could easily blend into a crowd and that was the goal. “I’m a friend of Steve’s you can call me Dani.” She introduced her self
Originally posted by daughterofmystic
He cocked his head as his eyes narrowed. Taking in her appearance and figuring out if she posed a threat to him. “Why?” he muttered a little colder. He didn’t like that someone had been keeping tabs on him.
James Barnes was territorial and she was invading his home. “You can leave” he answered back as he was not okay with this. “I don’t care. I’m not affiliated with Steve any more.” he walked over and shut the fridge before meeting her eyes. “I suggest you leave. Dani”. He was on the run, he was hiding from a worldwide organisation that had kept him like an animal for the past several decades. He wasn’t about to let a stranger in and make them tea.
Life On The Run: OPEN STARTER
ssr-agent-peggycarter:
“Well, hopefully not anymore, since everyone thinks I’m dead, except for a handful of people.” Peg smiled softly, hoping to ease the tension a bit.
“I don’t think that’s true at all, darling,” she told him softly, looking into his eyes. “You’ve been through a lot, we all have. Not even Steve knows what HYDRA did to me. It was just after the attack on New York, I was old, slow. They came into my home, and tried to steal my mind. They wanted to give my mind to a child who they could raise within HYDRA. Apparently I was the only reason they didn’t come out sooner. It didn’t work, and it gave me dementia.”
“Oh, now that’s not true at all,” Peggy whispered, reaching up, to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. “I rather like the long hair. Makes you look rugged, and a bit of a bad boy. But, if you’d like, we can cut it in the morning?” Chuckling, she grinned at him. “Of course I’m feisty, how else would I have gotten to where I was?”
Closing her eyes a bit, she was about to go back to sleep, but her lips widened in a smirk. “Did I what?” Opening one eye, she raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what Bucky’s reaction would be. His return smirk made her heart race a bit. Now, if she could only think of a way to tell Steve she was alive without him being angry at her, or her hurting Sharon.
James watched her as he’d gotten pretty good at telling when people were lying. Althoug he was pretty certain that she was telling the truth. It was refreshing to hear someone else’s opinion on him. He could never forgive himself so hearing it from her meant more than she thought.
“I did cut it but it’s growing out again” he murmured and smiled when she touched him. She didn’t hesitate and she didn’t flinch. She just treated him like normal. It was all he wanted.
Shuffling a little closer to her as he hesitated before smiling. “Miss Carter are you hitting on me?” he teased before smirking. “Cause you know I’ve been trying to hit on you from the moment I saw you” James shruged softly. “Although correct me if I’m wrong but are you suggesting we bring Steve into the equation too?” he raised his eyebrows.
Mission #247: 2013 (Rogers&Barnes)
allamericanlegend:
What a day. All Steve wanted to do was go home and rest. He had just completed one of his own assignments and was quite looking forward to just going home, getting a shower and maybe something to eat. Being full of serum did not eliminate fatigue. Oh he could agree in a heart beat that the other Avengers were probably far more tired than he was but he still felt fatigue in his own way sometimes.
But no matter of that. Point was the job was done and he could go home and rest now without having to worry about work for another..however long it took before he was called in for another mission. That could be a day from now or it could be a month from now. He had no basis for comparison. After all missions came and went. It did not matter how they were spaced out.
He dismounted his motorcycle and trudged up the stairs to his apartment, stifling a yawn as he went. Perhaps he was more tired than he realised. Unlocking the door and calmly stepping over the threshold. Taking a moment to breathe against the closed door as he collected himself and got ready to take a shower and make something to eat.
At least, that was his PLAN.
Originally posted by captainamerica1-6
His apartment lay out had all the windows on the one side of the building, and when he walked past it he noticed the small, single lazer dot of a well trained sniper hitting the far wall of the apartment. Making it plain as day that his relaxing evening was shot to hell.
“You’ve got to be kidding..” He mumbled to himself. Picking up the shield and kicking open the window with his foot. The lazer that was trained on the wall became intercepted and he saw it’s glow on the edge of his shield. Waiting for the assailant to fire and alert Steve to his position so he could go after him.
The target had spotted him and was now awaiting him to make a move. He’d been trained to deal with this. Firing two shots at him as he tried to aim for the head. Spriting over the rooftops and jumping between two buildings.
He’d find another set up and kept his head down. He had studied the other man and he didn’t seem to be holding any form of weapon. Only a shield.
He figured he had the upper-hand in thei fight. He had the advantage of the many guns and weapons holstered to his frame. Not to mention the bionic limb. He couldn’t leave until he had ensured that the target was eliminated.
Warning Signs: December 2015 (Rumlow&Barnes)
crossed-my-bones:
Brock had been given a tip off. Now, he wasn’t sure if he should trust it given the questionable source but this was important to him. It was the name of the man involved that had him gathering his things - car keys, money.. a gun, though that was just to be on the safe side.
The journey to his destination took quite some time, going from America to Romania wasn’t just a simple car ride. He had been to the airport and left his car behind before taking a tedious flight over to the country, luckily he had managed to get some rest along the way.
From there he made his way to his target, gun holstered at his side as he approached the apartment block. Dark brown hues scanned the environment as he ascended the stairs, tension growing in his body with each floor that he passed until he reached his destination.
The lock was a simple one, not taking all too long to pick before he finally made it inside. He searched around until he came to stand in a doorway, seeing a figure on the bed with a gun, well, that was to be expected given what he was doing.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding.. I didn’t come here to hurt you. Put the gun down,” he spoke, tone calm as he moved to take his own out of the holster, setting it on the floor away from him. “I came alone.”
James frowned as he wanted to resist the subtle order to put the gun down but found himself obeying as the weapon was set on the ground.
If Brock was here, if he had managed to find him then god knows who else could have tracked him down. He’d have to move on. That was if Brock wasn’t planning to drag him back kicking and screaming.
“Then what did you come for?” he muttered as he stood up so he wasn’t at a disadvantage if a fight broke out. His eyes scanned to the windows and doors as he didn’t exactly trust Brock. “I’m not going back” he made it very clear.
He’d only just started to figure out who he was and he was not going to allow HYDRA to take that away from him.
“How did you find me?”
Mission #247: 2013 (Rogers&Barnes)
Waking up from cryo was always tough on the human elements of him. They never gave him enough time to recover before sending him out on a mission.
After various mental and physical assessments he was deemed acceptable to send on a mission. One they wanted done quickly and quietly.
The target was someone who Barnes knew from his past. Unknown to him he would be killing an old friend. In his mind it was just another order to complete.
He’d been given a location to an apartment in New York. Plenty of rooftops that meant he had good access points for a window or exit to the building. If he could help it, he stuck to the sniper rifle. It was his most skilled weapon. Something he’d learnt during the war and his time in the Howling Commandos. Hand-to-hand combat was the last resort.
Taking the sniper from one of his handlers, he was then let lose in the city. Not without a tracker that was embeded in the metal arm. HYDRA couldn’t lose their precious weapon or let him remember who he once was.
The address was easy to find. He’d learnt the map of New York in training sessions. He had to be able to make a quick escape from the scene once the job was done. Setting up the sniper he took an advantage point to one of the windows and waited for the target.
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Warning Signs: December 2015 (Rumlow&Barnes)
Lighting a small candle, blue eyes scanned the room.
The clock had struck midnight yet he rarely slept these days. The fear of torturous images playing out, leaving him anxious and distressed. He knew that every image he saw was real, it was something he’d done. The more memories that returned, the less his conscience could live with it.
Small journals littered the room, some leather backed, some paper. Ones in blue, others in black or red. Anything he could get his hands on had been used to scribble down every piece of information.
It didn’t matter to him whether it was good or bad. He needed to remember. He was terrified of losing himself again.
Running his fingers through his messily cut short hair as he sighed. The days were lonely and the nights even worse. How his life had ended up this way was often a thought that lingered on the mind. Not that his time in HYDRA had been any less lonely. At least now he wasn’t trapped within his mind.
One benefit from a lifetime of being an assassin was his attention to danger. His head snapped to the soft creak of floorboards and gentle breathing. Jumping back as he snatched for the gun under his pillow and held it up at the familiar figure stood in the door way.
Every sense in him was screaming to put the gun down. He was trained not to hurt this man. The obediant, mindless machine in him wanted to surrender to the other man’s dominance between them. Yet he couldn’t. He didn’t know if this man brought threat into somewhere he thought to be safe.
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Life On The Run: OPEN STARTER
ssr-agent-peggycarter:
Peg smiled gently. “I wish we had, no one trying to kill us, well… no one with super-powers anyway. HYDRA was in hiding…” She shrugged. Someone tried to kill her on a regular basis then, because she was in the SSR, then later when she founded SHIELD. She tended to rub people the wrong way.
“I just worried he came to visit me, when I was old, because he didn’t have anyone else. He came less, after he found out you were alive, but I understood. I still do. He won’t give up on you, you know. He wants to find you.” Peggy had been trying not to think about the day that Steve would find Bucky, it probably wouldn’t end well for her.
“You let him, eh? Well, let’s not tell him that, and it’s a good thing you didn’t say that to me seventy years ago, I might have shot you,” she teased, chuckling. Looking at him, she wondered if he had understood what she had meant, by the three of them being together. What she imagined was similar to their current situation, but Steve next to them telling them to stop talking so he could sleep.
“There’s always someone who wants to kill you” he murmured as he had previously been the one attempting the murder, not the one fleeing from it.
As she spoke about Steve, he couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat. He was terrifed of seeing Steve again. He wasn’t the same man. He knew he wasn’t what Steve hoped or wanted him to be. “I’m not the same” he croaked and looked down. “Peg I’m more monster than that sergeant from Brooklyn”
He took a heavy breath in and lay on his back. The metal fingers moving beside him as it was still easy to forget about the metal appendage. “Yeah but I’m not as good lookin’ as I used to be” he smirked softly and turned his head to look at her. “Always were a fiesty one Peg.” he said fondly before pausing in thought as he relected on her words.
It was evident when the suggestion clicked in his head as a questionable look crossed his face and he tilted his head towards her. “Did you..” he started before shaking it off. However, a smirk crossed his face as his mind wandered on the idea, his thoughts slightly less innocent than Peggy’s. The cheeky Brooklyn boy wasn’t completely dead after all.
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Life On The Run: OPEN STARTER
ssr-agent-peggycarter:
“I always thought I’d be the one to die in the war,” she admitted. “That you and Steve would go off and live long lives back in Brooklyn, remembering me once a year, but be happy back home. I never would have dreamed it was the other way around, only for all of us to come back, when we should be dead.”
“Civilian life was never my bag.” The brunette shrugged a bit, not upset by the fact now. During the war, she had been livid that she had survived, just to be abandoned by Steve and Bucky, and then treated as though she hadn’t been on the front lines, and relegated to getting coffee. Coming home from the war had been devastating, but she’d survived, as she’s survived everything else.
Peggy blushed a bit. “Steve thinks I’m dead. They had my funeral today, actually. I want it that way, and Steve’s got a lot going on, and I want him to be happy. I don’t want him to feel obligated to me, because we fell in love during a war we both thought we’d die in.” While that wasn’t technically a lie, they both knew that Peggy hadn’t loved anyone after she lost Steve. “I’d missed your smile,” she whispered, giving him a small smile in return.
“I remember. I caught you, and you tried to hide it, but I couldn’t be too offended. I had the two best men in the war looking at me like that….” She chuckled softly. “I actually always imagined it would be the three of us. Together, after the war. Absurd, I know, but a girl could dream.”
He fell quiet when she spoke. He had rather had been dead at the bottom of the ravine, instead of being dragged into hell by a stranger. “I wanted us all to return truthfully.... I suppose we did. Just not at the same time”
“It was simple, that was all I wanted. Just a quiet life” he murmured as he wouldn’t have been able to guess the life he ended up with. It was far from any dream or nightmare. Trapped inside yourself unknowingly.
It took him by surprise when she said Steve didn’t know she was alive. Why would she lie? Then again he hadn’t confronted him either. They were both living in secret. “How do you know though if he was aware you were alive that he wouldn’t have gone back with you?” he asked honestly.
The comment about his smile made it spread into a grin and he settled his head into the pillows. She was the only person he’d gotten to close to in decades. Usually he wouldn’t allow someone to come within metres of him. Now he was lying with barely inches between them.
“It would have been nice” he commented while thinking about the three of them together. The old trio back again. It seemed impossible now. They’d all changed so much. At least he had Peggy, he was grateful for that.”Besides... I let Stevie have a shot with you otherwise Peg I would’ve fought for you arm” he teased with a soft chuckle before leaning on his back and looking up at the ceiling. Remembering he was in the house as for a moment he’d slipped back into his memories, as if no time had passed at all.
i was commissioned by the lovely @stvenjames to draw steve/peggy/bucky cuteness in a photo booth, and it was such a joy to make!! i like to think they have a lot of fun photos like this around ;;
