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notable changes from 2012 to the timeline they were pulled from: mostly the relationship between bucky and the red room. since mcu decides to ignore it i say fuck them. ALSO fuck them getting rid of the sexy face mask that’s staying too
last memory before ending up in nyc, 2012: coming back from being dusted
questionnaire
How are you feeling? Physically and mentally.
"I don’t really want to talk about it if I’m honest. I think it’s easy to guess what I’m feeling here. I finally escaped the hands of Hydra and I’m right back in it again, I’m just as dangerous as I was before going to Wakanda. So, if you really want it in plain English: I’m not doing well physically or mentally.”
Where are you living? The same place you lived in 2012, or displaced to a random apartment? Explain to the best of your ability.
“I’m living with Sam and Redwing for the time being. It’s better than housing up at Avenger’s Tower. There are too many people around right now. It’s safer for everyone that I’m somewhere a little more private.”
What do YOU think we should do about the situation at hand? Try to go back home? The original mission of stopping Thanos? Rewrite the entire story?
“I’m not sure what can be done. But if possible I think it’s best we go home and try to stop Thanos. I think it’s what’s best for the timeline... but I don’t know if it’s what’s best for everyone.”
What will you DO about the situation at hand?
"I’m going to stay out of the way until I’m needed. Hydra is going to be looking for me and it’s best if I stay hidden when I can. So until I’m called to fight, I’ll stick to the shadows.”
Is there anything that you think needs to be done?
“Get back to our time? I’m not sure what else can be done besides that, or if it’s already too late and the future has been ruined. So I guess in a way it doesn’t matter.”
If need be, would you be willing to team up with the government and SHEILD to recoup and help the situation at hand?
"No. I will team up with the avengers. I will have nothing to do with shield or the government. I won’t be going back to being Hydra’s favorite pet.”
What are your worries?
"Hydra finding me. I don’t want to go back and... the triggers are still in my head. I don’t want someone messing with those either.”
What do you think are the pros about this situation?
“I guess changing the wrongs can be seen as a pro but, I’m not sure it’s going to do to the future. Though I’m not staying and being a puppet just so the timeline won’t be fucked. And if that’s selfish, then I don’t care.”
( @wynterbarnes ) ‘ excuse me ! ’ she calls out as she sees the other , jogging to catch up with him . ‘ i think i’m a bit lost - which is a bit embarrassing considering i used to live here - and i can’t find the twin towers for the life of me . ’
Bucky wants to keep walking. He’s not even sure he’s the one being spoken to, and he hopes if he doesn’t turn around to make eye contact he won’t have to speak to anyone today. However the stranger seems to be desperate. Expect the moment he hears, twin towers he comes to a dead halt. It’s then and only then he looks over to see a familiar face looking back at him. It feels like a tidal wave knocks him off his feet and Bucky stumbles back away from the woman -- the ghost. “Rebecca?”
His mind is a thousand miles away, reflecting on moments that have long passed. Jason doesn’t have experience with living through a powerful earthquake like this, hardly able to wrap his head around how terrifying it must have been to be inside the building. He passed by what looked like a large fire engulfing anything that dared to approach. Maybe that’s what triggered him to start dissociating while standing before some rubble. Jason hasn’t been on his medication for the last four months so these old triggers are starting to creep their way back in. He’ll need to figure out how to ignore them again but until that realization? He’ll do the hard work. It probably doesn’t help his case that there’s a minor cut on his cheek that’s visible, probably from that thief he fought earlier in the night. “I’m alright … I’ve come back from worse.” His gloved hand raising to touch his face, feeling the blood that has been slowly dripping down toward his jawline. The man is strapped with two Jericho 941’s (one holstered on each thigh) and his favorite sniper rifle on his back. “Save the resources for someone who needs it more than me, man.”
Bucky isn’t exactly sure what to expect from this guy, but he doesn’t know what to expect from most people these days. He gives the stranger a once over, doesn’t recognize him as someone from this universe but with the weapons attached from his body he guesses this man is from the other universe -- the guests at the gala. “Fine.” He’s careful with what he does next, a bit paranoid about trusting a complete stranger with weapons but isn’t that what this night was supposed to be about? Trusting these new supposedly allies. “Looks like you’re geared up to help.” He starts testing the waters. “We could use a bit of help down the block, you willing?” Bucky nods towards the end of the street, were firefighters are trying their best but not succeeding.
Everything happens so fast, Sam doesn’t know what’s going on until it’s over. He was thrown onto the ground while Bucky shielded him from whatever happened to be going on. It feels like an earthquake but it’s unlike anything he has ever experienced before. His eyes look over at Steve, relief felt that they all made it through the sensation. Anyone could feel the rumbling and Redwing is already making his way to their location mostly out of worry but also to see what can be done to help. “Buck? Steve? Are we all okay?” Sam’s voice is shaky at first while standing up once the older man is off of him. There’s so much destruction that it leaves him speechless for a moment. “We look for survivors and help whoever we can. There’s going to be people trapped under all this rubble.” This was another thing that didn’t happen the first time around but his mind doesn’t get to linger on the thought. There’s too much work to do and Redwing just showed up. Feathers wings flapping while inspecting his owner for anything to be concerned about. “You worry too much. Lets help as many people that we can, okay? Go see if you can find anyone that’s trapped.” The falcon is back off into the air to look around their surroundings while the three men figure out a plan of action.
[ @falsegcds· ]
One second Steve is helping Sam help Bucky leave the gala after something had happened, what he still isn’t sure of. The conversation with Daisy sitting heavy on his mind because if he hadn’t been distracted maybe he could have stopped the situation before it had happened. The next second it’s like the entire world shifts as he’s tripped and goes tumbling to the ground. It takes everything in Steve to roll so he doesn’t get hurt but still stay under Bucky’s metal arm as debris rains down on them. As soon as it’s clear, he’s standing and assessing the situation. “Fine.” The answer is short to Sam’s question, relief flooding Steve that the other man is okay. There’s screams of people trapped all around them, piles of rubble that used to be restaurants and shops and people’s livelihoods. “Like Sam said we need to help as many as possible. Redwing can be our eyes in the sky, searching for signs of people who might be trapped on higher floors or under things we can’t see from down here. Buck and I can lift things off of people as long as it won’t hurt them too much and Sam you can either help Redwing or crawl into places while Buck and I hold up the heavier stuff.” He takes note of the approaching sirens, knowing that first responders will be on the scene shortly. “We’ve also go additional help coming in so anybody that has more severe injuries goes to ambulances first.”
Bucky would would find amusement in this situation if this was any other time. Or so he likes to think because he is still a little amused, both Sam and Steve getting stern -- formulating plans at the drop of a hat with a mean mug on their face. It’s a terrible time but Bucky smirks a little bit at the two of them, though he quickly contains it as he himself starts to survey the scene. While Steve and Sam have good plans, it’s hard to know where to start. Almost every building around them has crumbled into large pieces of rubble. It feels like he should just close his eyes and spin in a circle and point at a building, that’s how much of a mess it all is and it doesn’t feel like it matters where they start. Though it wouldn’t hurt to start with the place nearest to them. It was a cute little restaurant, Bucky had seen it a few times before. Sushi, he thinks.. a little out of his realm and it was always busy. “We start here -- The place was packed as we were walking by.” Bucky usually isn’t one giving orders, he tends to follow them better. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Bucky slips his suit jacket off, too restrictive in trying to get people out and in one fluid motion the man is ripping the sleeve off his leg arm. Now he’s got full range of motion, spinning his arm in a circle getting the gears up and running. How strange it was to gave the silver glinting at him again. Now he’s just got to remember how to be a hero, a kind face isn’t really his forte but he’ll try for these people. He approaches the rubble carefully, looking back at Steve and Sam. “We ready to get to work?” Bucky asks before begging to heave large pieces of rubble away from what was once a restaurant. ( @peregrinc )
His gaze focuses on the destruction around him for a while. Jason doesn’t move from where he’s standing just yet, simply staring. The man opted to patrol tonight instead of attending the gala but the helmet was left at his safe house and wore a red domino mask over his eyes instead. Strands of white hair blow with the wind, not expecting to deal with any of this today. It’s almost like he’s in a trance while watching people searching through the rubble but maybe being off his meds for the last four months is playing a part in his behavior. Jason is finally pulled out of this dissociative state when someone approaches him. “Can I help you?”
[ @rewrittenstart ]
Bucky waits a long few moments. He had asked the man if he was okay and needed help getting anywhere safe. He knows he wasn’t heard but that’s alright. He gets it. That thousand yard stare is familiar to Bucky, all too familiar if he’s honest. So he doesn’t push or prod, knowing something from the devastation must have triggered such a response. He’s just here to keep people safe, this includes this stranger. “Are you alright? Came over to check to see if I could get you over to one of the pop up doctor stations.” He avoids saying I said before reiterating his own words. That always feels like it’s almost in mocking and irritation. He doesn’t want to escalate the situation, he’s done that enough tonight.
status: closed
character: @peregrinc & @falsegcds / Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers
location: 8 blocks away from Avenger’s Tower
One moment Bucky was sulking, head hung low as he, Steve and Sam were all heading away from the party after Bucky had caused a scene. The next moment, Bucky was grabbing Sam by the suit jacket, practically throwing him to the ground and leg quickly coming out to trip up Steve and send him in a similar position. It’s not much, but a metal arm raises above them, trying to stop any flying debris. Then a few moments later, the rumbling is over and the city around them is in ruins. It’s a sight. Alarms ring through the streets, Bucky can smell smoke in the air and there are screams that seem to be endless for miles. Bucky stands slowly -- eyes looking around the surrounding area in devastation. He looks to Sam and Steve then, whatever sort of sorry for himself state he was in was gone. The look on his face is one of horror and determination. Metal whirls in anticipation of going to work. “Where we start?” He looks to the both again, better at following orders than giving them.
he’s just a LITTLE BOY to her these days , though she’s well aware he’s got a centennial on her . ‘ i think it should - it being 2012 and all - ’ yelena’s always prepared , always well aware of what she’s doing - except , perhaps she underestimated just how much he’s … gotten better . ‘ too late . we’re already too deep for that , barnes . ’ for yelena holds ties to natasha , and as much as she HATES it , she knows such things will never leave . ‘ i see - ’ she chokes out , for she wasn’t expecting this so soon , but she can surely adapt . heels are made for kicking , and a long leg goes up to kick in between his , she muttering a : ‘ oh , what a to start a gala - now they’re going consider if you need to be put back in your little cyrochamber . ’ and she wants him to look bad , she throwing a kick towards his head . ‘ but i suppose this is going to get messy . ’ it’s a good thing she brought her kicking heels .
There a voice in the back of his head, maybe his conscience (though he thought that was long dead) that’s trying to remind him that this isn’t what he’s supposed to be doing. But maybe even that short time back in Hydra’s tight grip caused a dangerous shift to return. He was getting better, he swore he was. But here he is in dangerous waters, all because he couldn’t take a single word. It’s too late now he guesses, the first move has been made -- blame falls onto his shoulders. In for a penny, in for a pound. It’s a swift kick between his legs that leaves Bucky growling, back hunching in a bit of pain before he musters up his strength again. He stalks backwards aiming to shove Yelena into the wall behind them. “Stop it.” The words can barely be made out between clenched teeth. The kick to his head is a bit of a surprise, knocking his head to the side loosening his grip on the woman’s slender throat. “You should know to kick me harder than that. Lost your touch.” Bucky challenges -- slamming his flesh hand into the wall right next to her head, aiming to scare as it drives through the cheap drywall. Though it isn’t long until he’s using the grip on her to drag her away from the wall and attempting to forcefully tossing the woman away from him.
‘ and isn’t it beautiful ? ’ she muses out loud , knowing it would piss him off . ‘ that there’s something you can’t teach nor master , which means i’ll always have a leg up on you there - ’ yelena could add a simple : NATASHA TOO , but even she doesn’t want to go there either . some things are better left unsaid . ‘ what , are you ungrateful ? aren’t your friends the only reason … this version of you are here ? ’ and what yelena loves to do is push buttons , brow raising at him as blue eyes meet brown . ‘ down , you feral soldat - i’m not looking to make a scene . old friends , and all that . ’ except they were never friends and never would be , not by her standards . ‘ i actually left the program a long time ago , by my own CHOICE . ’ some … stuff went down with yelena and natasha , to say the least , and she had moved on . ‘ so trust me , i’ve got the balls and then some , considering how much money is in my bank account . ’ she’s truly made a name for herself , you see .
“Have a leg up on me, I don’t care. Not when it comes to something like that.” Bucky’s jaw is locked, and he could almost crack his teeth with the sheer force he’s clenching. “I said don’t fucking talk about them. I don’t want you even thinking about them.” Bucky is protective that much is true but it’s more than that. He loves them. He’d die for them. If fact he has died for them... so Bucky would appreciate if Yelena didn’t infer with that. However things begin to go fuzzy. Thoughts blur together after she said --- it. Soldat. The word replays like an echo bouncing off empty walls in a never-ending maze. It’s a familiar blind rage that consumes him, one that Hydra liked to coax out of him -- that praised him for. One that makes blood rush into his ears and the rest of Yelena’s taunting words fall away. The twitching metal becomes a full on action. Steel lunges forward deadly fingers looking for a slender throat. Bucky was never chatty, but the soldier is silent.
‘ actually , each of us were trained to use our BODIES and smiles to our advantage , but you wouldn’t know , would you ? ’ because he wasn’t there as long as the other black widows were , and she gives him a BLINDING smile . yelena hopes bucky hates it . ‘ a pity invitation that your lil best friend of yours demanded for , i’m sure . when did the winter soldier lose his backbone ? ’
“No. I wouldn’t. I was there to teach you to fight, not look pretty.” He remembers his time in the Red Room, he knows it’s where he met both Natasha and Yelena. Where he ruined a lot of lives, but they weren’t he first he ruined. Bucky was trying to keep a level head, but the name slipping rom her lips was something that got so under his skin it made him feel like he was crawling out of it. “Don’t call me that and don’t bring up my friends.” Bucky goes from making no eye contact and trying to avoid her to facing her straight on, metal fingers twitching at his side. “He had no backbone. I was a puppet, puppets have no backbone. So don’t pretend you had one either, you were just the same as me. Strung up, but I’m not sure you’ve the the balls to cut your strings yet.”
“It isn’t my fault you wanna stand in the corner all night and pretend not to notice all the people glancing in your direction.” These types of things aren’t usually Steve’s style, hitting too close to those USO tours and parading around like a dancing monkey. There’s less selling war bonds and more interaction at events like these ones, but team moral and getting to know the new people were more important than his discomfort so he’d followed the dress code and showed up. “Don’t you have a date to entertain or did Sam get bored of you sulking in a corner already?”
“Oh, Stevie I notice them. I just glare at them until they stop looking at me. I wonder where I learned that trick from.” Bucky shoves his hand into his pocket, hiding the metal. He regrets not wearing a glove now -- feels as if people only ever stare at his hand when possible. “I’m not sulking. I’m observing.” Bucky rolls his eyes with a snort. “Besides I think he’s having much more fun socializing anyways, I’m fine with that. What about you, where’s your pretty date on your arm? I know anyone here would be fighting for the chance to say they came here with you tonight.” There’s a funny pang of jealousy when he speaks about someone besides him or Sam arriving with Steve tonight but Bucky elects to ignore it.
Why did Miguel accept the invitation to this shindig? His vibrant red eyes are hidden by a pair of sunglasses while simply observing everyone mingling. He feels out of place but it doesn’t really have anything to do with any of the other guests. He doesn’t understand this decade … but being from the year 2099 will leave you realizing how much society has changed. Everyone speaking so differently here is the first thing that Miguel seemed to notice. “Some of these people are acting so shocking fake. They can’t really be that happy can they?” Seriously, who smiles that much? He glances over at the other man standing in the corner with him … maybe this could be a chance to make friends with someone who looks to be just as grumpy.
[ @wynterbarnes ]
Bucky stands idly, watching the party. Once maybe he’d be in the center of attention showing off and charming everyone... that times long gone now. The 1930s are long in the rearview and he’s lived a few different lives so far. Though in all the lives he’s lived, he’s not sure if he’s every heard the word ‘shock’ used in that contact. There’s rumors floating around of people being from other universes and maybe this is the case. Besides, context clues give Bucky all he needs to know. “They’re a party with the richest guy in the world -- and the most famous superhero.. I’d be more surprised if they weren’t slapping those smiles on.” Bucky gives an easy one shouldered shrug. “Can’t be impressive wearing a frown, I guess.” Not that Bucky would really want to be impressing anyone here. This scene is far beyond him and he’s only here because he’s asked. “I just don’t think any of them realize their schmoozing won’t get them anywhere.”
thanking the bartender , jess returns the table with a drink in hand . hazel hues scan the crowd . seems like all of new york got invited or crashed . either way , it’s still A LOT of people . “ just a little bit . it’s been a while since i’ve been to something like this . ” she offers him a polite smile . “ i have a feeling most of them are party crashers . ”
It’s a bit overwhelming, the gala seems almost overcrowded with people Bucky doesn’t know. He tries to keep himself calm and not think too hard about, so conversation seems like a good thing to distract him. “You and me both but I’m not sure if I’ve ever been to a party like this.” The only parties Bucky was attended were ones where he was usually not invited to and never there to party. “You think? Seem pretty docile for party crashers but I guess everyone wants to impress Stark.”
‘ right , because being charming is one of the first rules of the red room , no ? ’ she deadpans , all possible kindness wiped off her face as she sees it’s BUCKY BARNES himself in front of her . ‘ you showing your face here is a bold move , barnes . that much is obvious . ’ even she could tell he didn’t want to be here .
“We both know it wasn’t so that’s just all you.” Bucky keeps his eyes trained ahead. He’s not in the mood for this now --- or ever to be honest. He can already feel her bringing out the worst in him. “I was invited believe or not and I have a date as well. I wasn’t going to turn him down.” He speaks firmly before lifting his drink to his mouth and taking a long sip.
in nearly every way, this gala was a great idea. it was a chance for the people from different universes to interact, get to know each other, start working together. it also made him feel like a sitting duck, everyone in one place like this. among the new faces were the familiar ones, and needless to say, tony wasn’t in a hurry to see all of them. bucky was one of those people. they hadn’t exactly left things off well, and he knew that was on him, if not fully, then partially. frankly, if he could, he would just put everyone he didn’t feel like talking to on a blacklist, but that wasn’t mature and now wasn’t the time for that. instead, he grabbed two drinks, one for himself, the other for bucky, and approached him. “was st. patrick’s day just an excuse to get drunk back in your day, too?” @wynterbarnes
Bucky was shocked to say the least that he was invited to his gala. He would have been more than understanding if he hadn’t been, in fact he was hoping secretly he wasn’t. But with an official invite and a date to Sam for the evening, he ended coming in the end. Now this though? This is much more shocking, Tony Stark -- drink in hand is coming over seemingly willing to speak to him. Bucky isn’t sure if he should be worried or not but Bucky takes the drink with little hesitation. He doesn’t want to be rude, there’s enough animosity between them. “----I grew up during prohibition and the great depression, so.. not really. Not until I joined the army. But can’t really party in the trenches.” He goes onto clear his throat. “Is this typically the kind of party you’re use to on st. patty’s day?”
There wasn’t much time for partying in his youth. Both of his parents had been murdered in the streets. His father taken from him after trying to stop two rival gangs from fighting. Sam was only nine years old at the time and then a few years later his mother was killed by a mugger. She protected him and his two siblings … and then it was only the three of them. They lived in a tough neighborhood but Sam pushed aside his grief and anger to raise his younger brother and sister. Which means there was little time for drinking or anything like that. Maybe he’s making up for it by having some fun now. “First time I’ve been told … but people don’t usually look at me long enough to realize I’m laying it on thick.” He doesn’t let go of the hand in his own. He doesn’t mind the teasing, it’s just how the two of them communicate sometimes. The gesture being returned is a good sign. “How about the rooftop? I don’t think anyone is out there right now and some fresh air might be nice.” He starts leading the two of them out of the crowded room, leaving all the noise behind as Sam steps into the hallway. “Unless you had a better idea …?”
“I call bullshit.” Bucky can’t help but give Sam a bit of pointed look. “I’ve been watching you all night and I can say just about everyone person has had their eyes on you.” Bucky isn’t lying either, he doesn’t lie when it comes to things like this. There have been a few pangs of jealously throughout the night of pretty men and women alike going over to chat Sam up. “You’re a charmer, I’ll give you that. And now apparently a bit of an idiot if you’re going around thinking that.” He calls only two people in his life an idiot with affection like this, Sam and Steve. It seems they both have a thing for thinking they’re far less than they really are. Bucky would love to just grab Sam by the shoulders and shake a little sense into that dense head of his but now it’s the time. He can do that later. “No better idea than that, but I’m not all that confident you’re taking me up there to push me off.” The creeping smile on his face should tell Sam that he’s teasing. While they’ve had their ups and downs but he trusts Sam at the end of the day. This is all just in good fun and he has to admit a little bit of fresh air could do them both very well right now. “Lead the way.”
