((Autoplay of the Winter Soldier theme on the bottom left side of the screen)) Martial arts instructor. Steve Rogers' best friend, husband, and voice of reason. Tony's bro. and bodyguard. Non-official SHIELD agent. Closed Bucky Barnes roleplay blog for...
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i dont go looking for trouble, i just go looking for steve. the trouble just happens to be wherever he is
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 Gwen opened the door with a smile as always, eyes fluttering happily upon seeing BuckyâŚand then she couldnât help but melt when Tank came into view. She backed out of the way to allow them both in and clipping off Tanks leash and hanging it up before sinking to the floor to spoil him with rubs.
 âHey Bucky, whatâs up?â she asks, looking up at him momentarily before going back to Tank. âEverything alright with Steve?â another question leave her mouth before he can answer and she smiles up at him through the small bit of worry in her eyes.
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Another thing Bucky liked about Gwen was how nice she was to Tank, who was lying on his back by now, tongue flung out of his mouth, very happily wagging his tail. But he was a good, trained boy, and kept one eye on Bucky anyway.
âYeah, itâs all goodâ, Bucky said, automatically leaning towards the doorpost, before he remembered there wasnât a mezuzah there. âWeâre both walkin��� on our own two feet, but heâs been exhausted. Worn âimself out wantinâ to take care of everyone, yâknow?â
recipe for friendship
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âDonât give the bad guys no ideas.â
âWouldnât be surprised if that did happen.â
âCrazy week, huh? I mean, who bombs a university? What next? Clones showing up on campus?â
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recipe for friendship
Stevie was a goddamn saint, and Bucky was a goddamn awful cook. He couldnât do anything in a kitchen besides re-heat pre-made food, challah and dish-washing, which meant Steve was usually in charge of cooking.
It was nice to keep the romance alive and surprise your partner, though, and Bucky remembered the way his husbandâs face had lit up when he tried Gwenâs cookies.
Bucky and Gwen had met a few times, and had gotten along well. From what heâd seen (both in person and through social media) and been told by Stevie, she was a good kid, with good moral character, and some of the best cookies Bucky had ever tried.
Hence him knocking on her door once everything had calmed down from the explosions during the Decade Dance, metal hand shoved into his pocket, Tank by his side.
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Given the size and number of explosions, Bucky had expected there to be a lot more injured and dead. Then again, this was a college full of people who were highly trained, enhanced or mutants. Bucky himself had barely gotten hurt, with the exception of profound gashes on his legs that currently prevented him from walking. However, it wasnât anything serious nor permanent, and he luckily was well on the mend.
Emotionally, he was a bit of a mess, because there was nothing to do at the hospital but rewatch Doctor Who.
âIâm burning up a sun just to say goodbyeâ, said the Doctor on-screen, as Bucky swallowed a lump in his throat.
Then he heard Steveâs voice.
âSunshineâ, Bucky greeted. âWhy do I -â
Only then did Steveâs appearance fully register. Bucky was well aware he didnât make a pretty picture himself: with a full, one-inch beard that made him look homeless and the absent prosthetic (less weight on his body when he did try to walk) that made him look uneven. The love of his life looked even worse, visibly worn down.
Bucky hadnât taken up much of Steveâs time in the past few days, on his own insistence, and he regretted it now. He knew how worried Stevie was about everyone, and since Bucky was truly okay, heâd insisted his husband get some rest and visit everyone else he was concerned with. For both of them. Besides, Bucky would have him all to himself later.
Overall, a bad idea. Bucky shouldâve known better than to think his husband would actually get any rest.
âSunshineâ, Bucky breathed, held out his arm and made grabby hand. If he got Steve to lie down and cuddled him just right, heâd probably fall asleep. âCâmere.â
birthday blues || Open
The day had started out normal enough. So normal, in fact, that Steve really couldnât have seen it coming. It had been his birthday and, as such, it had been a pretty low-key, normal day. A number of his friends had forgotten his birthday, but, well. That was fine. His evening had consisted of saying goodbye to Bucky at the door with a small peck on his lips. A murmured, âI love you had been exchanged, and then, Steve had been on his way, leaving his sweetheart back at the dorm where he thought it would be safe.
Safe.
And then, there had been explosions.Â
Steve didnât know how many people were hurt. Hell, he had no idea if people had died. Heâd been running one moment, about to text Bucky when, in the next, everything was a blur. He had then seen Gwen, trapped underneath a pile of rubble, and Natasha, running. It hadnât taken long for him and Natasha to get Gwen out from underneath the rubble - thanks to Natâs devices - and take Gwen to the medical bay. After that, he had gone back out, seeing what could he could do to help and making sure Bucky was safe and alive and alright â that everyone was.  And now, he was back where he had started: the medical bay.
Resembling something out of the walking dead (dark eyes, slow movements, and clothes that hadnât been changed out of in days), it didnât take an idiot to know that he hadnât slept in a while. Nevertheless, he didnât even stop to consider his presence as he waited in the waiting room of the medical bay. Rather, he just sat there, silent.Â
 It was a moment, maybe two, before he stood up, wanting to see everyone and find out if they okay â alive, even. Stepping into the first room, he pulled the curtain aside and stood there. His eyes immediately assessed the situation at hand, and after a long moment of silence, he took a step inside.
âI would ask if youâre alright,â he started, quietly, âbut itâs obvious that youâre not.âÂ
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A day like this was normal for most. For Steve and Bucky, however, it was something of a rarity.  Walking to the mainly-kosher market with a basket between them and holding hands like the love-sick fools that they were, Steve felt blissfully comfortable. While the blond didnât often get the chance to go out with his husband, what with their busy schedules and for the fact that Steve was always being watched -  whether by the media, SHIELD or by the press  - he did enjoy days where he and Bucky were able to just take the day off. Plus, he loved going to markets. There always seemed to be an air that made them feel just darn right adventurous.Â
Tearing himself away from his thoughts, the blond brought himself back to the moment to look at his husband. âHm? Oh, yeah. âCourse I did. She sent it to me just last week. Weâve got most of the ingredients, but we just need to tomatoes, chili peppers, and onions. Maybe a little cumin, too. I think weâve got some leftover from the last dish we made, though.â He was already thinking of all the ingredients in his head, his mind categorizing and sorting the ingredients. It was a good thing, what with his eidetic memory. He could memorize and envision any set of numbers, images or information at any given time. One good thing about being a super-soldier, he supposed.
Walking among the stalls, he kept a good eye out for any ripe, fresh fruits â specifically tomatoes. It was a hard thing to find nowadays, he thought, what with pesticides and injected hormones being planted into most of the fruits and vegetables being grown. Back in his day, they didnât have much of that kind of stuff â and if they did, he certainly didnât know âbout it. Nonetheless, it was interesting â if not surprising â to find just how many types of food were chemically engineered to fit the label or image of âwholesomely goodâ or âfresh.â Hell, his idea of âfreshâ was the type of fruit (or vegetable) that was grown without any chemicals used. Then again, he knew very little about the farming industry, nor of the procedures needed to make food fresh or necessarily clean.Â
With a small huff of laughter, he turned to his husband and said, âAnythinâ else we need to get that I havenât already listed out?â
Just as predicted, Steve had remembered everything. With fondness, amusement and pride all rolled up into a smile, Bucky looked at his husband, taking a moment to appreciate how pretty he was.
Bucky wanted to kiss him; to do so in front of complete strangers was still something that made him nervous, and probably always would. Bucky leaned over and pecked him on the mouth anyway.
âNah, I think you got everythinââ, he answered finally, rubbing his gloved thumb over Steveâs knuckles.
Bucky looked around at the stalls, trying to find any of the ingredients they needed, which he kept listing under his breath so he wouldnât forget them. Most of the men there wore kippahs, something Bucky hadnât done in public since he was 13 (it turned him into too much of a target and made finding jobs that much harder, two things he couldnât afford to deal with and risk starving his sisters); and heâd stopped wearing it altogether when he was shipped out to Europe. Becca still had it at her home, worn and faded, but safe.
âWe used to go to churchâ, Bucky remembered. âYou went to confession. Priests made ya pray that rosary so many times I memorized all them prayers.â
It used to be hilarious. Steve, the fucking punk and all the fights he picked, obviously needed to ask forgiveness for them and save his soul for eternal damnation. Bucky never let him forget about them, either, nor did he ever complain about how long it used to take. Steve had always been so understanding and respectful of Buckyâs faith, so the least Bucky could do was return the favor.
âPrayed in your place, tooâ, he added, as an afterthought. âWhen you were too sick to do it? Knew it was important to you, thought it was worth a shot.â Bucky gave him a mischievous grin. âWasnât like your God could send me to Hell, anyway.â
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âWait - tyinâ your jacket around your waist is gay culture?â
âI think thatâs the only thing about gay culture almost as good as takinâ it up the ass.â
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Happy 99th Birthday Steve Rogers! (July 4th 1918)
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(Because Bucky and Steve share a bedroom, Iâm only going to take into consideration Buckyâs stuff, because I donât know everything Steve would actually put.)
đ- What does their comforter look like?
Itâs the cheapest (but one of the most comfortable) Bucky could find. Dark blue, so eventual bloodstains wouldnât be too obvious. He also bought one that has a rocket pattern from the kidâs session, and when heâs low heâll put that one on because it cheers him up.
đ¨- What color are the walls?
Standard SU cream.
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(Because Bucky and Steve share a bedroom, Iâm only going to take into consideration Buckyâs stuff, because I donât know everything Steve would actually put.)
đ¨- What color are the walls?
Standard SU cream.
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(Because Bucky and Steve share a bedroom, Iâm only going to take into consideration Buckyâs stuff, because I donât know everything Steve would actually put.)
đ- How many windows are there, if any?Â
Just the one. Curtains usually drawn because itâs not paranoia if theyâre actually out to get you.
đ- Are there any awards or trophies on display?
Becca has all of Buckyâs military awards and honors, stored safely. She received his Medal of Honor in his place, and since Bucky would rather keep the real thing safe with her, he has the picture of her receiving it framed in his nightstand.Â
đ¸- Do they have any instruments in their room?
Nope.
â˝ď¸- Is there ever any sports equipment in their room?
Nope.
đ- Typically, can food or remnants of food be found in their room?
Buckyâs too neat for that. Military brat, and since Hydra, heâs iffy about cleanliness.
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tchalla hacks buckys phone location so he knows where he is if and when he wants to beat his ass
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healing-elixir:Â Â Â
Josh forgot about a few things, the image of the scary guy in pyjamaâs, the killer terminator arm and well, everything else, zeroing in on what seemed to be a pretty serious injury. âBullet wound to side. Deep penetration. Risk of serious infection if not dealt with immediately. Risk of bleeding out: likely.â
He shook his head a little and surged forward, âOkay, will do. Now weâre gonna need to take this towel away so I can get that bullet out, can you do that for me?â he asked, voice calm and collected and exactly the opposite of how he felt.
Ordinarily, Bucky would have cracked a joke about how unlikely he was from getting an infection, about how soothed he was by the diagnosis, or something along the lines of he asks if I can move my hands. But something in Joshâs voice, about his words, the way he analyzed the wound as if reading from a report⌠left Bucky unsettled.
Instead of saying anything, he moved the towel away, which made more blood flow out.
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Send a symbol for headcanons on my muse's bedroom!
đ- Are their doors typically locked? đ- Do they keep things neat and orderly? đ¨- What color are the walls? đ¸- Do they keep any plants? âŤď¸- What kind of floors do they have? đ- Do they have lots of books? đ
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amindhive:
âShould we ask what this is all about or is it one of those âif I told you Iâd have to end youâ situations? Or do people not actually do that in real life?â
âThey do.â Bucky had been the finger on the trigger of those situations enough times to attest to that. âBut nah, this is just for fun.â
âShooting relaxes me.â
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â fâcourse not ⸝ â         ( heâs the LAST person to accuse bucky of such thing )
â ALL iâm asking of you is to be more ⌠careful. please. â     thereâs a hint of desperation in his voice, even with the mask on ; he doesnât have a good experience with guns being pointed at him.
âAâright...âÂ
On top of âamateurâ, another word that didnât describe Bucky was âstupidâ, despite what he said about himself. Besides, he knew Tony well enough that even if he were oblivious, he wouldâve noticed the change in Tonyâs voice.
âYou okay, Tone?â
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