I'm with you til the end of the line

There are things from the Winter Soldier days that I'm just remembering. Weapons left in the field... Dangers I can still prevent. I think maybe that's the path... A way to the redemption I've been looking for. [closed rp blog for avengerpg]

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Pet Therapy

Clint was starting to regret his decision to bring Lucky all the way into the city without calling to make sure anyone would actually be at the tower first, but no, everyone complained that they never got to see him and then they had the nerve to not be there. 

Not wanting to subject Lucky to another elevator ride so soon (that had been an unpleasant experience for both of them. Too much bark, not enough space), he flopped down on a common room sofa and Lucky hopped up and joined him, big doggy head immediately in his lap for skritchins. 

It was a half hour later, when Clint was starting to doze that Lucky gave a couple excited yips and jumped off the couch, running across the room to harass whoever had just walked in.

“Lucky, down!” he ordered, getting up to save some unwitting soul from extensive doggy kisses.

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Bucky was hardly expecting the blur of blonde fur that launched itself at him, going wide eyed and making a strangled noise as their bodies collided. The man was subjected instantly to licks, trying to somehow get out of the reach of the dog or somehow get enough distance to catch up.  Somewhere in the back of his head, he’d remembered Steve mentioning that Clint had a dog... though if this was the same he had no idea of knowing. Giving a soft laugh, Bucky finally gave up from where he sat on the floor, petting the dog who didn’t show any signs of letting up in his loving, even as Clint’s voice rang out. 

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Sleepless Nights || Steve & Bucky

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There was no hesitation, no guessing. It had been decades, but it was the same. They’d changed, but their relationship, the closeness... it hadn’t. They’d come a long way and it had been more than difficult. But it was times like these that were completely worth it. 

Bucky smirked at the sound from Steve, about to comment on it, but forgetting easily at Steve’s lips against his. Those tender kisses had heat pooling in his stomach; he was more than just content to stay like this for hours. Well, other than what those sounds were making him feel. And want to do.  It was different than last time; last time Steve had treated him like some breakable object. Which... he’d had every right Bucky supposed. Not that he’d been happy about it. But now, now they were good. They’d healed. Bucky hadn’t been aware that he’d needed Steve, but he’d gotten so much better. Steve understood him. He managed to catch him before Bucky even knew he was falling. 

He wasn’t able to think much more on it, Steve forcing him to focus again as their bodies ground against one another. Human fingers slid over his lover’s exposed skin, staring up at him. He worshipped him with his eyes, licking his lower lip. How the hell had he been so lucky? Steve Rogers was gorgeous. Always had been... but there was something exciting about being manhandled and physically moved... that did make him grateful for Steve’s new body.  It had been annoying in the beginning; Steve had been wary of touching him, not used to his newly found strength. His abilities. It was clear that he’d gotten more comfortable. Bucky was relaxed under his hands, shifting as needed to get him out of his shirt. At the press of Steve’s lips against his skin, he squirmed slightly, both from the touch... and from location. He had no idea how Steve could look at him. The scars.. the arm. It was all from a bad time. That arm had killed more people than believable. It was good for nothing other than to cause pain. Bucky still had to force himself to no shake his head at Steve’s murmur.  His legs spread to accommodate Steve’s body, fingers tangling through his hair. There was only one person that could wind him up and by the tightness of his pants and the wrecked tone of his voice, he was easily doing it once again. “Steve...” Bucky begged in a whisper, silently asking, not quite sure what he was, but knowing that Steve would know. 

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This black and white photo, don’t capture the skin From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell If red is for Hell, the war was in color

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Order

Order. This is something that Bucky is more than familiar with. After he fell, there was nothing more. Order in organization and orders directed to him. Every moment of his life was controlled. What he was fed, what his missions were, when he ‘slept’, if that’s what it could be called. When Bucky was first healing, he had no ability to make any choices. He was used to obeying and nothing more. It was something he had to actively work towards. It started off with simple questions where Bucky didn’t have to fully answer. “Cream or Sugar?” “Do you want to go out?” “Do you want breakfast?” Even those simple questions used to break him and it would literally take minutes of struggle for Bucky to find an answer. And half the time it had had nothing to do with the question. Even now, there are times that a look will cross his face where he has to actively think on it, rather than a knee jerk reaction to follow what was said. However, there are also times that he needs to be told. Still ingrained in his being was the need to not have to think. 

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76, 82, 89

76. Would you prefer to be yelled at or ignored?

I would prefer to be ignored. Much easier to work with and go on with your day. Easier to ignore being ignored. 

82. Describe an ideal day.

An ideal day involves… I’m not quite sure? I guess it would start with me actually waking up. Hopefully on purpose, not from another dream. An ideal day wouldn’t include any triggers, a day where Steve didn’t have to hover like I’m ready to break. That point, there’s two ways it could go. Relaxed, maybe read some books, catch up on movies. Or, it could continue on with blowing up a few Hydra bases and more agents. I’d be fine with both of them. There’s one of those hammocks out on the balcony, I wouldn’t mind just sitting there, relaxing until falling asleep in the embrace of the best guy in the world. 

89. What makes you feel safe?

Steve. Steve makes me feel safe. Also, I might be partial to a warm fuzzy blanket and a good cup of coffee. Just maybe. 

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Hey,

Following Nina’s example, I wanted to tell you a bit about myself. I’m a Bucky rper, though that’s hardly where it stops. I role-play through WTNV, Supernatural, Sherlock, OC, Doctor Who, Teen Wolf, Star Trek and probably a few others I’m forgetting. I’ve moderated on forums as well as other Tumblr groups. 

As a moderator of this group, I’m in charge of: 

Coding of the main blog, pages and promo blog

Promoing on the promo blog

Graphics

Updating character list/Application count

Hiatus notices

Orienting new members to Tumblr

About my IRL. I work full time at Best Buy in the computer department. In that I am our Apple Master, being one of the most experienced in all Apple products, accessories, programs, etc. I’m taking leadership classes through them, training up for management. I’m currently trying to start my own business as well as serve as technical support for half my family when needed. 

I have severe anxiety among a few other medical things, which can make it difficult to write, much less focus on a bunch of conversations.  Now these aren’t excuses, more... an asking of understanding where I’m coming from. I spend most of my day listening to people who think they’re smarter just because of my gender, or people who just decide to be assholes because they can. I keep my phone signed into chat all day long, though I can’t always be answering. It’s almost always busy in my department, which makes it difficult to take my legally granted breaks. So during my eight hour shift, I have my mandatory lunch, which is thirty minutes. That is really the only time I have access to my phone.  I don’t have the mental strength to read through the five hundred responses through chat when I get home, though I stay signed in so that if people really need me, people can reach me through PM. Trying to keep up with all the conversations stresses me out and makes me anxious. 

I believe myself to be pretty active. Yes, I probably can start a few more threads. But I know myself. If I answer multiple times a day, then I’m going to burn out. And also if I respond multiple times to one person, then it is expected of me for everyone. And when I have only about four to five hours until I go to bed, I have to delegate my time wisely. I quite my main indie blog along with two other groups so that I could join this one because this had promise. I won’t keep people waiting more than a few days usually, especially no more than a week. Just like Nina also said, feel free to shoot me a message. Whether on Skype or on my Bucky blog on here. 

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The File ll Romanoff & Barnes

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They were playing one game; both of them knew the rules, how it worked, but because they did they were stepping over each other with neither gaining the upper hand.

Though he was meeting her point on point. On HYDRA, on her secrets, each word hit its mark. She was trained to deflect those words. “It felt like shit.” Of the more elaborate metaphor Barnes gave, Natasha gave a simpler one. “On that day, I didn’t have another choice. But give me the same choice any other day and I would have made the same call. The world needed to know.” It was not easy to come to terms with that fact, but as history repeated itself time and time again, the cruel reality displayed itself before her. “We don’t live in a world that tolerates secrets any longer. Our jobs used to be easier.”

She was as cold as ice but as intense as fire. Never once did Natasha glance down at the file; she has already memorized its shape, weight, texture. “I’ve scanned it.” It was said far too casually. Because under the words, one would know that the detail-oriented spy would never simply scan documents that important, even if she respected his privacy. At the end of the day, Natasha still retained the traits that K.G.B. made her to be. She knew what was in those files. “We’ve taken worse hits.” The words were bitterly realistic.

Shifting slightly, the spy let the tension roll off her shoulders. If Natasha could help it, the goal ends at persuasion and not coercion. “If you saw him on that day and on the days that followed, you would know that a human being was only capable of so much hate.” Everyone grieved in their own way. Steve did so by pushing himself to be better, stronger, but she was trained to see past that. There was a reason Natasha trusted him. For that very reason, she would choose to trust him again with secrets that were protected for disastrous reasons. “You and I both know what happens when more than one person tries to keep a secret, don’t you?” She left it there with nothing more to say. Two people could keep a secret, if one of them was dead. It was a miracle that that fate has yet to befall upon them.

“The Winter Soldier was created with a human base. The Black Widow was not.” He would know what she spoke of. An entire life created based upon layers and layers of lies, at least there was still some truth about him. “The thing about myth is that people often forget of the elements of humanity in it. At least Steve knows that.” Slowly, she lifted her hand before placing it onto the folder, shifting it ever so slightly so that his fingers moved away from the letters titled Winter Soldier. “It’s easy to forget how lucky you are.” And how little people like them deserve this. That, though, she would keep to herself.

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The thing was about Bucky was that at times... he still was split. He could go from a cold emotionless stare... to seemingly open. Which was his posture as Natasha spoke, a dark eyebrow raising in mock surprise. Of course it felt awful. Especially for someone like Natalia. Secrets were what decided day by day whether you would live or die that day. Information was currency in which people like them dealt in. Though, Bucky doubted everything had been leaked onto the internet.  Oh. Wait.  He knew that it hadn’t been all released. 

Not that he would out her, but they both knew the other had information that no one knew. Not on paper, not a handler.  “You still have your secrets. And I still have mine.” Bucky said before giving a soft laugh at the redhead’s answer, clearly doubting. “Yeah, sure you did.” He leaned back in his seat, posture relaxed though that didn’t mean he wasn’t on edge. Bucky had managed to find a good mix of deception for most, but still not feeling too defenseless. 

“Going by that logic... Adding Steve into that mixture is not only more dangerous, but breaks that rule. Oh, unless you mean for me to do what you did and let the world know of the Winter Soldier?” He tsked his tongue, idly tracing along the wood grain of the table with a metallic finger. “Yeah... something tells me that that would start in the Tower with me being unwelcome. It would also continue on and have just about every single government agency out for my head.” He leaned forward with a smile, snapping his fingers. “And golly, I just really don’t feel like that’s a good idea. But do correct me if I’m wrong.” 

If Bucky thought he’d gotten a kick out of it before, he just about lost it at her argument. “A human base?” He repeated, the smile on his face genuine. “Natalia. Please tell me you aren’t going to try and actually pursue that argument. I could go through a novel of things. But I’ll pick one. One small scar. Can’t call it a blemish now can we. But I want you to think about that... and tell me that the Winter Soldier has a human base.” He paused, tilting his head as if in thought. “Oh... wait. Make that twice.”  There was no warning. Bucky was leaned back on his chair one moment, the next it came crashing to the ground, the man already off it, hands coming down on the table silently, almost waiting for a reaction. 

Blue eyes stared flatly across at the woman. “Don't you dare tell me about how lucky I am. I was given a second chance. And I’m trying to make up for it all. This is going to do nothing towards that but cause tension and hurt.”

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Hide and Seek: Remy and Bucky

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“You really think a pack o’ mutts in suits scare me? I’ve become a professional at hidin’ from people like them. ‘s somethin’ you pick up along da way.” He continued to follow the man, sparing glances back at his guards to make sure things weren’t about to get dangerous. He’d have to get back to hiding sooner or later, preferably before those goons came back looking for him.

He couldn’t bring himself to turn around. Something was definitely… different about this man. There was a strange aura around him that Remy couldn’t place. “You think I can’t handle myself?” he asked curiously.

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“Well then go along and hide.” Bucky snapped, throwing the small plate he’d gotten into the trash. “Cuz it really doesn’t seem like you’re hiding at the moment.” 

Bucky had gotten quite well at seemingly ignoring the men who followed. He wasn’t ignoring them, aware of every move they made. But as long as they didn’t bother him, he’d pretend they didn’t exist. He groaned softly, glancing at the other again. “I never said that. I just don’t want you to ‘handle yourself’ near me or whatever it is you think you’re doing right now by following me.” 

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Hide and Seek: Remy and Bucky

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“What can I say, you’re interestin’. Part o’ me is curious about you, stranger. As da sayin’ goes, ‘curiosity killed da cat but satisfaction brought it back’. Maybe I’m jus’ tryin’ ta figure out where I’ve seen you before, mon cheri.” Right now he cursed his curiosity for making him follow this man when he should’ve been switching motels already. Hell, for all he knew just hanging around this man would get him killed. If not by the people who were chasing him then by the people who were “guarding” the brunette.

Maybe it was best to turn and run before the stranger got pissed enough to actually hurt him this time. Would he really do that? This was New York, where the Avengers ran about on a regular basis, so he supposed anything was possible. Remy spotted a pair of men joining the single man who had been watching the two of them. What the hell did this guy need guards for? Was he that important that he needed his own secret service?

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Bucky grumbled under his breath, muttering something in Russian along the lines of ‘Lord give me patience’. He got his food, a simple pair of street tacos. It was... a bit of a guilty pleasure honestly. “I really don’t have time for this.” Bucky muttered, staring at the other. He was well aware of the two people joining, sighing softly before giving a bright smile to the woman before it disappeared as he looked at his newly found ‘shadow’. 

“I don’t care what part of you is curious. As you can see,” He nodded to the three as he headed back down the street. “I have guard dogs. Just... stay out of it. Trust me on that.”

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Memories.

Memories. That is a bit of a sore subject with Bucky. Some days are better than others where Bucky can remember tons. Other days, Steve can find him standing in the middle of the room with a confused look on his face. It’s getting better but with the countless mind wipes and conditioning, Bucky finds himself often questioning. If the memories he has are real, or if they’re something planted… or just something he wished happen. But the memories he has, Bucky cherishes. They are the things that keep him grounded, give him hope. Even the bad ones serve the purpose to keep him from giving up. Because as long as those who created those bad memories were gone, then they could affect others the same as they did him. 

Though, there are plenty more memories to make to replace the spots where there are none. 

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Meme. Muse or mun, just let me know which you prefer! 

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Hide and Seek: Remy and Bucky

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He could feel the man’s fingers gently tightening and relaxing their grip on his throat as the two of them stood together. It was agitating to have been caught like this and for a moment Remy thought he was going to die right then and there. There was certainly nothing stopping this man from strangling him.

Remy was honestly surprised when he was let go and a bit of money was stuffed into his pocket. He rubbed at his throat as the man started to walk away. He couldn’t figure out why he felt this stranger was familiar. Had he read about the man somewhere? It seemed to be something about his face that hinted at familiarity, but his eyes held a deadly fire within them that was sure to burn Remy if he got too close.

“What d’you mean by ‘more of us’? Sounds a bit ominous if you ask me,” he replied. “Maybe you can gimme a hint or two ‘bout who to look out fo’, cheri.” He didn’t expect an answer, but was curious to see if he’d get one. This stranger had certainly piqued his curiosity, especially with how ready he was to take down Remy. No one developed reflexes like that without some sort of training. He stayed a few feet behind the man with the metal arm, eager to know more despite the lingering warning his instincts gave him about both this man in front of him and the group that was (probably) still chasing after him.

There was silence between them as they walked for about three blocks. Annoyance was clear in the way the other man carried himself, but Remy was stubborn. Perhaps that wasn’t a good thing to be when trying to talk to a man that nearly hurt him a few minutes ago. The sense of familiarity Remy got from this man still hadn’t gone away which drove him to seek answers.

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Why couldn’t things be simple? Bucky hadn’t killed him. Hadn’t hurt him. Hell, he’d even given him money. 

So why the hell was he continuing to follow him? 

He ran his flesh hand through his hair with a small groan, sighing softly as he tried to gain patience. Instead of answering the other’s question, he glanced over, eyes running over him before returning to staring straight ahead. They continued in silence, trying to ignore his presence though it was far harder to pretend he wasn’t there. 

Finally he stopped, glancing over the menu of the street cart nearby, chatting with the woman who was running it who clearly knew Bucky. As he waited, the brunet let out of huff of annoyance before turning to face the other.“Why are you following me? I thought you were in such a hurry to get away?” Bucky asked, raising his eyebrows. 

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Settling in

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Seeing the mans finger movements he looks down to Groot. Dude knows how to make people uncomfortable without even being threatening. “I don’t know the area, well the planet, relax not here to invade or crazy shit like that” he decides to cover the basics, hopefully gain some sort of trust from the man.

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Bucky slipped his hands into his pockets, shaking his head slightly. Weird... but cute. Steve wasn’t going to believe him on this one. Hearing the mention of planet, he filed that away mentally; he’d been right in the fact that the other... wasn’t native. And he wasn’t talking about New York. “While I wouldn’t be surprised in capability... one talking raccoon likely cannot take over the planet. So I believe I don’t have worries.” He shrugged simply. “I can... help you? Though parts of it, I still am learning. I remember it when it was easier to navigate.” 

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Sleepless Nights || Steve & Bucky

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Tonight was a good night. There was no hesitance in his actions. Bucky knew exactly what he wanted. And was perfectly fine letting Steve know. But that was the best thing; he didn’t have to. Steve knew him. Better than he knew himself. It was everything that he needed. 

It was a bit funny. Two long lost lovers, falling in love during a time when it was literally a crime. These days while there were those who refused to accept, during their time it was something that could land you in jail. And Bucky would have gone to jail without thinking. But that would drag Steve there as well, something that he refused to do.  And now here they were here. Seven decades later, reliving it. When Steve had first told him that it.. was normal, he’d just about cried. It was hard to think of anything more; yeah, he used to tell Steve that... but that had been a happily ever after story. Not something that he thought was possible. Which... he was right. It hadn’t happened until many years later. 

The soft murmur of his name. The reverence, the love, the sheer power behind that one syllable had his heart racing, gasping under Steve. Normally he might even have something witty to say, but the look in his eyes, the press of his body against his own had any actual thought escaping. 

He was reduced to gasps and small noises of encouragement, trying to keep his own with Steve. Bucky had loved it when Steve had played at being strong. Forceful. But now... now that actually was possible. The brunet couldn’t help the giddy laugh against Steve’s lip, quickly turning to a surprised intake of breath when Steve’s teeth based at his lips. 

They separated, Bucky noticing Steve’s darkened eyes, knowing his own easily mirrored the other’s. Fingers pressed into his best friend’s hips, sliding up the hem of his shirt. He knew both of them likely would be covered in bruises, if his neck wasn’t already. That was an advantage of the serum he supposed; quick healing. Though he had no problem if they stayed there for a day or two. “Steve...” He murmured, tone filtering in need, pressing up into his warmth, trying to lean up on his elbows to capture Steve’s lips again, needing to taste him again. Yeah, he was an addict and he had no problems with it. 

When he couldn’t lean up far enough, Bucky gave a small frustrated growl, managing to give a playful (and a tad challenging) lick to Steve’s lower lip. God, did he love this man. Which likely he was beaming up at the other as he stared, a soft smile playing on his lips as he ran his hand up over the blond’s skin, worshipping every line with his fingers before bringing it back down, nails gently  scraping the skin. “God, you’re gorgeous. How damn lucky am I?” Bucky whispered, shaking his head. 

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Hide and Seek: Remy and Bucky

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This man had better reflexes that he’d thought. He’d caught Remy quickly and off guard, shoving him into a wall. The man’s metal arm gripped his throat firmly, ensuring that Remy wouldn’t be able to escape easily.Just wonderful.

“Easy, beau, I don’ mean you no harm.” He smiled slightly and softened his expression. “I’m jus’ a man lookin’ fo’ a bit of cash to feed myself. Nothin’ personal, cheri.” Remy held onto the man’s metal wrist with his free hand while the wallet was taken back from the other. He wasn’t sure he cold destroy this metal, or that it was really a good idea to do such a thing. The man holding him looked pissed and willing to tear him a new one if he made the wrong move. He tried throwing on a charming smile to see if he could break through this man’s bad mood.

“Listen, mon ami, dis doesn’t have ta get ugly. You caught me an’ tha’s fine. Take back your wallet. You let me go an’ I’ll be on my way. No harm done, oui?” His eyes silently pleaded for the other man to let him go. The sooner he go tot his motel and moved on the better odds he had of escaping from those chasing after him. A man stopped on the sidewalk across the road. He was staring at Remy’s captor, squinting as if to make sure he was seeing the right man.

“Looks like you got a tail o’ your own, cheri,” he pointed out. “Let’s go our separate ways an’ you can lose yours while I escape mine.” God, he hated how much it sounded like he was begging at this point. Remy tried again to squirm away, clearly impatient and annoyed at having been caught. He didn’t care about hiding it. The man’s stony face made it clear that he didn’t care that Remy was short on cash, he only cared that his wallet had almost been taken from him.

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He frankly didn’t give a shit what this man was. And it was personal. As it was personally affecting him. Not that Bucky was about to argue about that fact. It was a struggle, that darker side of his personality that lurked, waiting to be freed... that just wanted to continue to constrict his fingers around the others throat. 

It wasn’t like Bucky wasn’t expecting to be immune to New York.. people got mugged all the time. But anyone, this male as well, made a drastic mistake when they chose Bucky. Part of him was actually surprised that he’d had enough presence of mind not to instantly try and kill the other.  See? He was improving. 

Bucky barely heard the other’s words, tinged with... not French. No, that was more specific to... the United States. Cajun. Though he could be wrong. However, at the mention of a tail, Bucky looked over his shoulder, growling and swearing under his breath at the sight of the other man. 

The funny thing was... Bucky really didn’t care that the man had tried to steal his wallet. Money really was nothing. It was the fact that he’d been surprised... but more so, the contents of said wallet. He’d unwisely put a pair of tags in there when he’d had to go through a scan. Not just any tags. They were the ones that had been with him when he’d fallen from the train. HYDRA had taken them... and Bucky had been only too happy to destroy base after base until he’d managed to get them back. 

The brunet took one more look at the man across the street, shaking his head and plucking his wallet back. Taking a step back, he took out a few bills, tucking them into the other man’s pocket. “Be careful next time you think there’s an easy mark. There are more of us out there than you likely know.” Bucky muttered, shaking his head and turning to leave.