Sgt. Barnes @youreapxnk - Tumblr Blog

bucky learning about all the dangerous shit steve’s done, and doing that thing where he’s furious but he can’t yell at him because there are people around, so he keeps saying “oh really” with increasing hostility

"you got into a brawl with a god? oh really?" *purses his lips*

"you jump out of airplanes without a chute? oh really?” *narrows his eyes*

"you flew a plane into the ocean? oh really?” *glass shatters in his hand*

#stevie #LITERALLY

clintbartoon

#stevie

[ I WILL RETURN TOMORROW I PROMS school sucks so does anxiety and a bunch of other shit too BUT ILL BE BACK MY LOVES ]

#I LUH U GUYS #out of the mask

leepace

Steve Rogers + modern world

#[ very talent much pretty ]#stevie #this isn't a back alley steve it's a queue

youreapxnk

c o n s c r i p t e d || irememberpolio

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The place was quiet, almost eerily so. It was the lack of radio noise that made it that way, Steve told himself. He had decided against listening to it that night, knowing that if he turned on that old, outdated machine, he would undoubtedly dial through the stations, searching for war reports. Or updates. Or the lists of the fallen. The same damn things he did every other night; over, and over, and over again.

He told himself that that night was different. He wouldn’t focus on the war, the politics, or anything to do with it. He’d take a break, so to speak. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it - from dwelling on his inability to serve.

Everyone around him was in on the war effort. Truth be told, he just wanted to be useful for once in his life; he wanted to be someone who could actually do something; someone who was worth the air he breathed.

He didn’t know that he already was, at least to one person.

He didn’t know that was enough.

As he sat in the quiet living area of the small, run-down housing unit, Steve tried desperately not to think about the war. Which, in turn, caused him to think about the war. It’s so quiet, he realized suddenly, the intrusive thought causing his gaze and mental effort to return to the paper in his hand. Focus. The near-deafening silence was now broken only by the light scratch of his pencil against a thinning sketchbook.

His head jerked up as he heard the door open and, upon seeing a familiar face, he immediately stood from the ragged couch. “Hey, Buck,” he greeted, his almost-smile faltering once he saw his best friend’s face. Steve’s brows knitted together in confusion; in worry. There was a mix of emotions in Bucky’s expression, he noticed, one of which looked an awful lot like dread. “Yeah, course,” he said, laying his sketchbook down carefully on a nearby table, his eyes never leaving the other man. “Everything okay?”

youreapxnk

Bucky could still feel his shoulders shaking from the outside air, and the walls of the all-but-crumbling tenement housing unit did next to nothing to warm him. The only relief he found inside was the lack of freezing wind, and Steve's familiar, somehow comforting presence.

Taking a few steps towards the couch, Bucky found himself becoming less and less brave about his situation. Death is almost a promise over there, his mother had said, in response to a particularly gruesome radio report that had aired only a few weeks back. She had changed her tune since then, since she learned her only son had been drafted to go directly over there. Bucky appreciated his parents' new optimism, but he knew it didn't make it any less of a lie.

"Sorry for bargin' in like this, I - I know it's kinda late," he said quietly, his own voice sounding so different, so foreign to his ears. Since when did he apologize for coming over to Steve's? "Oh, yeah, everything's - everything's fine. I'm fine. And sit your skinny-ass back down, will 'ya? You're makin' this feel all formal.

He shook his head, moving to sit on the couch himself, picking at the tearing fabric with a nervous hand. Normally, he'd take Steve's sketches and look at all the new ones, praise him for them and get onto him for quitting college again. He would call him out for not offering him any food with a fake higher-class accent, and they'd laugh, and joke, and undoubtedly spend the entirety of the night there, fall asleep right there on the couch, unconsciously huddled together for warmth, until the rising sun screamed it's demands for them to get up.

"Steve," he said, the sole purpose of the word to get his full attention. "Somethin' happened today. Just... promise not to... react badly, alright? I didn't ask for it. I mean, I thought about it, but- " He sucked in a breath. Like a bandage. "I got drafted," he said with an exhale, leaning onto his elbows to rub his face before staring forward, looking anywhere but Steve. He felt guilty, like he was taking something away from Steve somehow, making his already tough situation that much worse. He had the chance to do everything his best friend ever wanted. What made him so deserving? "The 107th Infantry Regiment of the New York Army National Guard," he continued quietly. "I'm gonna train in Wisconsin, apparently." His face briefly fell back into his hands. "I'm sorry, Stevie."

#[ why don't u shut ur face bro ]#[ it didn't suck ]#[ it wasn't too long ]#irememberpolio #this isn't a back alley steve it's a queue

percyjacksom

#[ cutie face ]#myself #this isn't a back alley steve it's a queue

andthisismywife

"You’re not serious, are ya?"

youreapxnk

"Do I not look serious to you?"

#[ my pleasure #sorry this took five million years omg ]#andthisismywife #this isn't a back alley steve it's a queue

youreapxnk

it's just not the same || bobbibirdofafeather

thestarwrites

She was glad to be going on a mission with the handsome soldier- but it was awfully strange seeing him all dressed up like a spy. The mission was not a hard one- they would land at a safe house- assume papers and go about as a secret identity into Turkey to see if they could find any trace of a human trafficking ring that was taking women and girls.

Looking over at him she nodded, “Of course- always ready.” She smiled, trying to make it feel at ease. Captain Rogers asked her if she would take this mission, that he trusted her to be with Bucky.

"Are you ready, sir?" She asked. He was of course a higher rank than she was, not only in terms of military status but in the organization he was her superior technically- and she always showed respect not calling people by their first name— except those she knew well.

youreapxnk

With a nod that surely came off as far more brave than he felt, he turned his gaze back to the opening bay doors at the rear of the plane. A deep breath later, he began triple-checking his equipment.

"Oh," he said, giving Bobbi another nod. "Of course. Yeah. Done this dozens of times back during the war. Used to 'shoot into heavily guarded drop zones all the time. 'Course, that was seventy years ago, but - " He forced himself to stop speaking. He was just babbling, and he knew it, and he hated it.

He hadn't lied, though. He had done this many times during his service - but somehow it felt different. Less serious, somehow, although he knew that wasn't true. Maybe it just didn't feel real yet. "Sorry for freakin' out a little," Bucky finally said, giving Bobbi a small smirk. "Gotta get used to it all again, y'know - it's tough, I guess."

#bobbibirdofafeather #this isn't a back alley steve it's a queue

sergeanttbuckybarnes

#[ DAMN #this HURT like HELL ]#memories #stevie

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boogie woogie spooky boys

"I dunno, Buck," Steve said slowly, eying his best friend with an unsure expression. "I…" He trailed off then, his lips pressed together in a tight line, his gaze falling back to the poster in his hand. There were two smiling, colorful cartoon figures advertising a Halloween carnival on the face of it, promising a good time and asking the reader to remember to bring their roller skates. He read the description one final time before holding it out for Bucky to take back. "Seems fun and all, but… We won’t have to wear costumes or anything, right?"

youreapxnk

As Steve mulled the idea over, Bucky sucked in both of his lips, biting them through his nerves. But he wasn't nervous as much as he was hopeful - it had been years since they had done anything fun for Halloween. "'Course not," was his reply, folding the poster back up and placing it in his suit's inside jacket. "It's not like we're goin' trick or treating, Steve." Bucky sighed, a smile breaking onto his features as he grabbed his friend around the shoulders. "And I promise, no girls. C'mon, it'll be fun!"

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#[ spooky scary skeletons ]#irememberpolio

[ I LIVE but i am also sorta terrible because i've neglected drafts for who knows how long but don't blame me. blame haytham kenway but yes i will be getting to things on here at some point in the near future i love you guys a lot ]

#[ blame the entire assassin's creed franchise ]#[ i still love u guys ok ]#out of the mask

lokisspy

what a deal

drlectah

but i k n e w him.

#appearance #queue #memories

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“And now that I’ve found you, it’ll be very difficult to let you go. You’re definitely stuck here now, Barnes. I would hope not, because it’s 100% accurate,” Clara spoke, following with a playful smirk. “Even that accent of yours makes you even more irresistible, my god.”

youreapxnk

"I've got no objections to that, except one little thing - don't call me Barnes? See, it kinda reminds me of this one senior officer I had in the Army. He was a real dead hoofer, too, oh gosh," he said, shaking his head at the memory, though a smile was still present on his features. Bucky tilted his head to one side, regarding her curiously. "What accent?"

#[ that is the sweetest thing i've heard in so long omfg tysm #i'm literally the same way #i'd be so much quicker it it wasn't for dumb ass school ]#impossibleclxra #this isn't a back alley steve it's a queue