Suddenly Civilian

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James was nothing if not subtle, sneaky, and, well, everything that needed to be part of an assassin’s skillset. It wasn’t necessarily surprising that he gave an obedient nod, salute, pretended to follow orders… And promptly did the exact opposite of what he was told.

This recruit had caught the General’s eye immediately. This man was older than the others, and the atmosphere around him was different. ‘This was no ordinary recruit.’

“I’ll have to keep my eye on this one…” Hux muttered to himself.

He was certainly careful enough - not too much sneaking around the base without perfectly good reason or an excuse at the very least; he wasn’t stupid enough to be obvious about it. It could be brushed off as curiosity the first time he supposedly got lost in the winding hallways. Maybe even the second time, too. But now it was late, he was lost in the damned maze of a base, and this wasn’t going to look good.

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Though it was past curfew Hux still had a mountain of reports to fill out, but the cameras at the corner of his eye caught his attention. He saw this new cadet tiptoeing through the hallways and sighed to himself. “Theres always one…”

He stood from his desk and slipped his coat over his broad shoulders before leaving to find the recruit.

Once he caught sight of him he cleared his throat and called out to him. “You there, what do you think you’re doing?”

And, caught again. “I can explain,” He replied rapidly - after all, who knew what weapons could be pointed at his back. Turning to meet the General’s eyes, he raised his hands in halfhearted surrender. “Just got lost, is all.” His eyes were still alight with curiosity despite the late hour, and he gave a halfhearted attempt at a sheepish grin.

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He cocked an eyebrow at the recruit and circled him, taking in his appearance. He certainly was older than the others. Hux stopped in front of him and stood straighter.

“Then by all means, allow me to escort you to your cot…What is your name, Cadet?”

For a moment, it was easy to see the moment of hesitation. Easy to see his mind racing, the thought in his eyes. But really, this would be better, he was sure. “Barnes. James Barnes.” Still looking quite sheepish, he bowed his head respectfully for a moment. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything important, Sir,” He offered.

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Hux nodded at him and hummed in thought. “Nothing at all, Cadet. Just some paperwork.” He motioned for James to follow him and began to lead him towards the cadet quarters, his heeled boots lightly clicking against the metal floors.

“So tell me, James. Why were you really out and about after curfew.”

“Like I said. Curious.” He gives a shrug. No reason to give the explanation behind that curiosity, at least not yet. “Never been anywhere like this before - bit of a culture shock, I guess.” It wasn’t entirely a lie - the way that his eyes still occasionally flashed about vouched for that.

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James was nothing if not subtle, sneaky, and, well, everything that needed to be part of an assassin’s skillset. It wasn’t necessarily surprising that he gave an obedient nod, salute, pretended to follow orders… And promptly did the exact opposite of what he was told.

This recruit had caught the General’s eye immediately. This man was older than the others, and the atmosphere around him was different. ‘This was no ordinary recruit.’

“I’ll have to keep my eye on this one…” Hux muttered to himself.

He was certainly careful enough - not too much sneaking around the base without perfectly good reason or an excuse at the very least; he wasn’t stupid enough to be obvious about it. It could be brushed off as curiosity the first time he supposedly got lost in the winding hallways. Maybe even the second time, too. But now it was late, he was lost in the damned maze of a base, and this wasn’t going to look good.

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Though it was past curfew Hux still had a mountain of reports to fill out, but the cameras at the corner of his eye caught his attention. He saw this new cadet tiptoeing through the hallways and sighed to himself. “Theres always one…”

He stood from his desk and slipped his coat over his broad shoulders before leaving to find the recruit.

Once he caught sight of him he cleared his throat and called out to him. “You there, what do you think you’re doing?”

And, caught again. “I can explain,” He replied rapidly - after all, who knew what weapons could be pointed at his back. Turning to meet the General’s eyes, he raised his hands in halfhearted surrender. “Just got lost, is all.” His eyes were still alight with curiosity despite the late hour, and he gave a halfhearted attempt at a sheepish grin.

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He cocked an eyebrow at the recruit and circled him, taking in his appearance. He certainly was older than the others. Hux stopped in front of him and stood straighter.

“Then by all means, allow me to escort you to your cot…What is your name, Cadet?”

For a moment, it was easy to see the moment of hesitation. Easy to see his mind racing, the thought in his eyes. But really, this would be better, he was sure. “Barnes. James Barnes.” Still looking quite sheepish, he bowed his head respectfully for a moment. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything important, Sir,” He offered.

#ask-a-redhead-general #((ah yes i figured it out))#((this will work nicely))#((if i can get in their good books maybe they won't kill anyone I actually like))#((after all they're gonna win))#((james that mindset would NOT have worked in CA:TFA))#((sighs at bucky))

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James was nothing if not subtle, sneaky, and, well, everything that needed to be part of an assassin’s skillset. It wasn’t necessarily surprising that he gave an obedient nod, salute, pretended to follow orders… And promptly did the exact opposite of what he was told.

This recruit had caught the General’s eye immediately. This man was older than the others, and the atmosphere around him was different. ‘This was no ordinary recruit.’

“I’ll have to keep my eye on this one…” Hux muttered to himself.

He was certainly careful enough - not too much sneaking around the base without perfectly good reason or an excuse at the very least; he wasn’t stupid enough to be obvious about it. It could be brushed off as curiosity the first time he supposedly got lost in the winding hallways. Maybe even the second time, too. But now it was late, he was lost in the damned maze of a base, and this wasn’t going to look good.

ask-a-redhead-general-deactivat

Though it was past curfew Hux still had a mountain of reports to fill out, but the cameras at the corner of his eye caught his attention. He saw this new cadet tiptoeing through the hallways and sighed to himself. “Theres always one…”

He stood from his desk and slipped his coat over his broad shoulders before leaving to find the recruit.

Once he caught sight of him he cleared his throat and called out to him. “You there, what do you think you’re doing?”

And, caught again. “I can explain,” He replied rapidly - after all, who knew what weapons could be pointed at his back. Turning to meet the General’s eyes, he raised his hands in halfhearted surrender. “Just got lost, is all.” His eyes were still alight with curiosity despite the late hour, and he gave a halfhearted attempt at a sheepish grin.

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((OOC)) StarWars Bucky Ideas Below

OKAY, but Stormtrooper Bucky? Retraining. Done from freakin’ scratch. RESISTANCE FIGHTER STEVE.

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James was nothing if not subtle, sneaky, and, well, everything that needed to be part of an assassin’s skillset. It wasn’t necessarily surprising that he gave an obedient nod, salute, pretended to follow orders… And promptly did the exact opposite of what he was told.

This recruit had caught the General’s eye immediately. This man was older than the others, and the atmosphere around him was different. ‘This was no ordinary recruit.’

“I’ll have to keep my eye on this one…” Hux muttered to himself.

He was certainly careful enough - not too much sneaking around the base without perfectly good reason or an excuse at the very least; he wasn’t stupid enough to be obvious about it. It could be brushed off as curiosity the first time he supposedly got lost in the winding hallways. Maybe even the second time, too. But now it was late, he was lost in the damned maze of a base, and this wasn’t going to look good.

#ask-a-redhead-general #*squints at bucky to try to figure out what he's doing*#resistance fighter?#turns dark side??#BUCKY YOU'RE TOO CURIOUS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD

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"Aw, c'mon, Stevie. I didn't mean it," There it was, that trademark 'looking-up-at-the-super-soldier-through-his-eyelashes' stare, blatantly attempting to ignore the sketch that was now soaked through with coffee, still nursing the empty mug like it might just refill with caffeine on its own. He gave that so familiar grin.

Close your eyes, count to ten, breath out slow. Steve let the anger wash over him and away. It was just a picture after all… even if it had been of his mother. Sarah would have laughed anyway, claimed it was nothing and encouraged the same from Steve. Coming to a conclusion he opened his eyes again and gave his oldest friend - and the man who held the majority of his heart - a warm smile“It’s fine Buck. Here, come ‘ere.” he said and took both the sketch and Bucky’s hand and led him to the kitchen. Digging out a clean sponge from beneath the sink he set the sketch down and carefully spread the coffee around to stain the rest of the paper. Making it a conscious choice instead of just a mistake. “See? Not ruined, just different than I was expectin’. Coffee or tea can be used ta age the paper, make it look old. Once it dries I’ll be able ta ink it an’ it’ll jus’ look like an’ old tintype huh?”

Okay, maybe the grin wasn’t Buck’s best idea in this situation. His eyes flashed guiltily down to the paper, up to Steve’s closed eyes, down to the paper, up to search his expression for a clue of how to make up for it. It was a damn good drawing - Steve’s always were - and there it was, sopping wet and stained and hell, a drawing of Sarah. Shit. His expression went blank as Steve smiled that irresistible smile of his, and immediately, he twined his fingers in his, savoring the familiar warmth (though, Steve put off a hell of a lot more heat now than he had back when he weighed ten pounds soaking wet). He eyed the sponge, followed the movement in fascination. “Yeah,” He said slowly, eyes flashing back to Steve’s, growing more enthusiastic as relief washed over him. It was fine. “Yeah, Stevie, it’ll look great,” He finished, voice quite a bit more chipper now.

Pre Serum Stucky kissing behind a hat by LESS39 on DeviantArt

#yep!#yep yep yep yep yep

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What if Bucky hadn’t been captured?

Steve why are you big

#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)

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Steve after TWS like look Bucky, you could have just said you had such a huge issue with me being bigger than you. This is a little dramatic

#this #is literally what happened

Oh, hey. I’m back again, guys, thanks to @on-a-wing-and-a-prayer. Thanks for the followers who stuck with me. Like this for a starter, I suppose! <3 Might not be anything too intricate, but, why not?

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Laura Barton is important. Protect Laura from shippers and angry fans 2k15

#aou spoilers #YES.

Just saw AOU. Excuse me while I go scream. I’m on the ‘it was great’ side, by the way.

Imagine Bucky befriending Melinda May

The Bus gets alarmingly quiet sometimes. Bucky didn’t account for how accustomed he’d become to noise - people noises, the talking and shuffling around, the little clicks of electronics and Skye tapping away at her laptop, Jemma and Leo arguing.

It’s pretty rare for them that everyone falls asleep and stays sleeping, but it’s been a long day even by their standards, and most of the team is still on London time, even as they fly deep over the Southwestern United States.

Bucky just wants an update on their course trajectory, that all. That’s what he tells himself when he knocks on the cockpit door. He’s not looking for company.

“It’s open,” a voice calls, and after a second’s hesitation, Bucky pushes through. Agent May is at the controls - well, keeping an eye on things, the Bus is on auto-pilot - sitting implacably in the pilot’s seat, watching the night sky rip past the windows.

She watches his reflection in the glass as he steps inside, then gestures to the seat next to her. He sits. Why not.

“You should be sleeping,” she says. Bucky shrugs.

“You could be too. This thing’ll fly itself.” May doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t ask him to leave either. They sit there a while, staring into the dark. Then, because the silence is crawling at him again, and because he’s curious, and because he’s never been that great at keeping his fool mouth shut:

“They always bring you in when no one else can finish the job?”

“Yes.”

“Call you some idiot codename?”

“Yes.”

“You hate it, huh.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, and slides down a little in his seat. “Me too.”

As she took a stroll down the street to get some tea from her well favored coffee shop, she spots a familiarly built man, all scruff and hunched shoulders. It couldn't be him, though, could it? She had to find out so she took to following him.

Cities made being so wary of being followed quite a challenge; he’d learned, somewhat, to tune it out, the footsteps behind him. More often than not, they faltered off in another direction before long, and a glance over the shoulder now and again could confirm that. These didn’t.If he noticed his own subconscious change in posture, he didn’t show it; it was quite evident that he was very aware (uncomfortably so) of the footsteps behind him. Instinct screamed for him to look, but also for him to keep walking. Hands shoved swiftly into his pockets.Finally, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face her, expression unreadable.“You’re following me.” His tone was flat.

He gives a short nod, pursing his lips. There was no ‘please’, or any other word that would be used to coax her into a response - simply a flat stare.

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She rolls her eyes quickly and take a deep breath. “It was 1948 and I was running a solo suppply flight from London to New York when a storm blew me off course and into the Berumuda Triangle, of all things. I found myself 70 years into the future.”

He visibly relaxes, shoulders less tense and eyes less like a nervous, cornered animal. So she wasn’t-… well. She could be lying, be supposed, but…

He nods, looking away again.

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“And you? As I understand it, you were captured by HYDRA, thawed out for missions, and frozen again along with reprogramming.” She pulls into her garage, turning off the car with a sigh.

He gives a nod, eyes moving to hers for a moment. “Yeah.” He muttered, looking away again.

#I see a shy bucky #on-a-wing-and-a-prayer

As she took a stroll down the street to get some tea from her well favored coffee shop, she spots a familiarly built man, all scruff and hunched shoulders. It couldn't be him, though, could it? She had to find out so she took to following him.

Cities made being so wary of being followed quite a challenge; he’d learned, somewhat, to tune it out, the footsteps behind him. More often than not, they faltered off in another direction before long, and a glance over the shoulder now and again could confirm that. These didn’t.If he noticed his own subconscious change in posture, he didn’t show it; it was quite evident that he was very aware (uncomfortably so) of the footsteps behind him. Instinct screamed for him to look, but also for him to keep walking. Hands shoved swiftly into his pockets.Finally, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face her, expression unreadable.“You’re following me.” His tone was flat.

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“At least twenty, if you’d like a more specific answer. Not that long. I only came upon you by chance. No tracking or anything.” She starts her car and zooms off to take him to her flat. “I’m rather glad I found you and not bloody HYDRA.”

He nods once, a noncommittal little nod - he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust that answer. Not yet, anyway. Another small nod in response to the second statement, eyes flickering about.

“Thank you.”

He reconsiders the words for a moment - can he trust her, really? After all, it had only been a few moments. Regardless, he doesn’t take the words back.

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“You’re welcome.” A thanks was a bit more than she expected to receive from him in his addled state but she was still happy with the results. “We’ll get you to my flat and give you a hot shower. How does that sound?”

A small nod - back to, it seemed, one, or no word answers. His eyes fixed on the windshield, he didn’t speak - until curiousity, or perhaps fear, got the better of him. Eyes flashed to hers. “How- it’s been ages. How are you still alive?” The suspicion there was clear. He hadn’t met her that he remembered - but that wasn’t saying much. Still…

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Ahh he finally decided to ask her a question and something that pertained to their past, somewhat. “It’s a bit of a long story but I take it you’d still like to know?” Peggy asks, turning down her street to head toward her house.

He gives a short nod, pursing his lips. There was no ‘please’, or any other word that would be used to coax her into a response - simply a flat stare.

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She rolls her eyes quickly and take a deep breath. “It was 1948 and I was running a solo suppply flight from London to New York when a storm blew me off course and into the Berumuda Triangle, of all things. I found myself 70 years into the future.”

He visibly relaxes, shoulders less tense and eyes less like a nervous, cornered animal. So she wasn't-... well. She could be lying, be supposed, but...

He nods, looking away again.

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