I don't want to talk about it

Indy canon divergent James "Bucky" Barnes / Winter Soldier, with 616 elements Semi selective canon divergent muse.

[ziminiiysnipcr]

Will pop up from time to time here, if anyone hasn’t gotten the new URL yet. 

[ziminiiysnipcr]

This blog is now an archive. You can find me elsewhere. Please IM me, if interested.

[m3rryg4m]

I’m a hopeless bromantic, high five me in the rain, fistbump me gently as the sun sets.

[dianaofthemyscira]

Black Widow in Captain America: Civil War (2016)

[thekingandthelionheart]

me, when someone asks how i feel about infinity war:

[ziminiiysnipcr]

[marvelssecretlover]

Mob Boss Hill you don’t want to mess with her

[ziminiiysnipcr]

👍 You are amazing 👎 Have we ever actually finished a RP?? XD

Thank you, love. <3 Maybe. I lose track, because it seems like you and me can go on forever. 

[rpsourcedmemes]

Send 👍 with a reason you like my portrayal or send 👎 with a reason you don't.

Be fair and don’t use this as an excuse to send hate.

[ziminiiysnipcr]

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Serves you right, leaning back in your chair that far. You could break your neck.” He chuckles, at Kate.

[lethallittlespiderx]

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

Tasha pressed close to him, hands sliding down his back.  Thumbs came to rest, hooked into the top of his pants.  Eyes flicked to the potential audience behind them before coming back to his face.  She could feel the gun he had stashed under his shirt and she quirked a smile up at him.

“Those are awful big promises Barnes.  I’m not entirely sure you can back them up.”

[lethallittlespiderx]

ziminiiysnipcr:

He smiled, as he reached into the back of his jeans, picking up the Glock from where he had stashed it, and clicked it over into safe mode, before sitting it on the kitchen table, the other Avengers out in the other room, watching football or something. 

“Care to find out, Miss Romanova?” He gazed down at her, letting his nose brush against hers. 

She was tempted to put herself up on the table but refrained, not moving when he did, forcing him to move around her.  It was a small thing, but this was a fight for control and she didn’t like giving it up.

“You sure the kitchen is the right place for a challenge like that?”  Clint would be the one to walk in.  Of course he would.  Then there would be a fuss made and Steve would complain they needed a new table.  The thought made her grin.  “The kitchen is a very public place for defeat.”

[ziminiiysnipcr]

“It’s a long game. And Thor loves Midgardian football. He could make alot of cover noise for us.” He just put the gun on the counter, as he kept Natasha bracketed between himself, and the counter, his arms on one side of the counter around her. 

“I think you’re seriously considering it.” He gazed at her, as he looked into her eyes, angling his head to dangle his bearded stumble over her crimson lips. “And soldiers think long term. Not just about the one battle where you are defeated, but the war where you actually win. And claim the spoils. Capture the flag.” He smiled. “Maybe you’re not very confident in your ability to say quiet, under my mouth.” He challenged in saucy tone.

[fuckyeahtonystark]

You can’t beat him hand to hand.

[lethallittlespiderx]

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

Tasha pressed close to him, hands sliding down his back.  Thumbs came to rest, hooked into the top of his pants.  Eyes flicked to the potential audience behind them before coming back to his face.  She could feel the gun he had stashed under his shirt and she quirked a smile up at him.

“Those are awful big promises Barnes.  I’m not entirely sure you can back them up.”

[ziminiiysnipcr]

He smiled, as he reached into the back of his jeans, picking up the Glock from where he had stashed it, and clicked it over into safe mode, before sitting it on the kitchen table, the other Avengers out in the other room, watching football or something. 

“Care to find out, Miss Romanova?” He gazed down at her, letting his nose brush against hers. 

[hello-shellhead]

And Natasha joins the group of mermaid!avengers. (You can find Steve, Tony HERE and Clint HERE)

[ziminiiysnipcr]

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Anytime, poster boy. Right now. Come, on. You want to take a fucking poke at me?”  He had alot to drink, as he had been drinking all day at the local bar. Steve and him had been separated in his mission, having stolen German fighters to get back to Allied territory, and it had been weeks since Steve had been reported KIA. Peggy was devastated, and he was devastated, and they found comfort in each other’s arms. And him in her bed. Usually, he wasn’t thinking with his head, and it was getting in big trouble. The fact that Steve was believed to be dead, for nearly three weeks.  “Buck, man, don’t do this!” Dugan held his arm, and Buck shoved him off of him. “Shut the fuck up!” The sergeant yelled at his best friend. 

He began to circle Steve, as everyone got out of his way, and he shoved Steve, and his best friend shoved him back. “Come on, I work for a god damn living! I’m not a fucking lab experiment like you!” His well hidden resentments coming up to the surface. His world has been turned upside and most people didn’t know what Zola had done to him, with his experiments. His best friend was huge, and muscular, and girls were interested more in him than they were him. And the most painful of all, Steve…didn’t truly need him anymore. He felt useless, and angry. He played possum, and he got close to the blonde Captain, before he slipped a jab, and he tagged Steve right in the jaw with his right fist, knocking him off balance. Both of them grabbed at each other, and wrestled around, two pissed off and drunk best friends fighting over a stupid reason. They probably had five minutes, before the military police came and threw all of them into the stockade. Some of the other Commandos tried to step up, but Dugan held them back. “No, they need this.” He said, as Steve and Bucky fought each other.

[marveladdicts]

Wakanda will no longer watch from the shadows. We can not. We must not. We will work to be an example of how we, as brothers and sisters on this earth, should treat each other. Now, more than ever, the illusions of division threaten our very existence. We all know the truth, more connect us than separate us. But in times of crisis the wise build bridges, while the foolish build barriers. We must find a way to look after one another, as if we were one single tribe. -T’Challa

[ziminiiysnipcr]

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“I have some free time, later on, tonight.” He chuckled, holding onto his cigarette, as he looked at her, as smoke trailed out towards the ceiling.