#[ thecoldsoldiers ]

[thehxrkness]

@thecoldsoldiers started following you

"Oh, now I've seen everything. First the green boy, now you with the metal arm? Where do they find you crazy people for the Avengers?"

[what-the-stark]

@thecoldsoldiers from x

Right. Tony knew this game. He'd invented this game.

And he'd say define fine, but he had the feeling that being a smartass wasn't going to help matters any since only one of them had coffee in their system as of yet. Brow furrowing slightly, he watched Bucky shuffle past, his entire body telling the story he apparently would rather keep to himself.

Well. Better to speak up now than be witness to an unfortunate coffee-making incident. And he did get it. Some days closing your eyes just did more harm than good.

"If you use your words I'll make you some of that amazing Italian blend Rhodey sent me for my birthday." Drinking from his own cup, Tony made an exaggerated noise of nearly obscene approval. "Blatant bribery, sure, but I promise you it's literally life-changing."

[etherealstarr]

@thecoldsoldiers: x

Oh, he was speaking her language. It was easy to cover up plenty of things when she could phase her fist right through a man’s chest and make him think twice about lying. “Right. I could twist one of his kidneys from the inside out. Give him a nice cramp in his hamstring. Ooo, simulating some carpal tunnel might not be a bad thing.”

[bagrovyystrazh]

Bucky figures it’s easier to label the back of Alexei’s helmet, he waits until the man is distracted and then leaves one on it labelled ‘yapper’

"What's a yapper?.... Those small dogs?"

[jeff-the-landshark]

“Land Shark, have you seen Alpine around? She’s a white cat with a habit of getting into trouble.”

mrrr? mrrr!!

[Jeff asks if this is her? they are chasing a Stark mouse together!!]

[fuelinthetank]

“What are you? What is that?”

This was getting old, but considering how often Venom seemed to want to take a peek like a curious dog during an outing to the park, Eddie wasn't entirely surprised every now and then a curious bystander would ask him about Venom. And if it were kids or old people he could say Venom's head was actually a balloon and Venom would, understandably so, get very, very offended.

He thought New Yorkers were self centered people who didn't care about other people's businesses. So what was up with everybody?

"Huh? What?"

"Oh you mean that--that is..."

"LET ME EAT HIS BRAIN, EDDIE! NO WITNESSES. STEALTHY STYLE."

"No eating brains while we're here", he murmured. "That is uhm--no one."

"NO ONE??" Venom asked, offended, being absorbed once more into Eddie's body.

[tosinwithagrin]

Motherfucker. Why now?

Fingers gripped the weapon, holding it steady as he listened to the pathetic babbles from in front of him, the pathetic excuse for a look out, mentioning that he’d caught glimpse of the ‘Winter Soldier’ and the new ‘Cap’ Wilson snooping where they didn’t belong, nearing closer to his goddamn warehouse and motherlode of supplies. ( Fucking figured didn’t it? There was only so long one could hide in the shadows and get away with murder without going unnoticed and yet, nothing was as it seemed. ) For despite Rumlow going off the deep end and blowing himself to kingdom come, Jack’s vengeance was being directed elsewhere. The Avengers and their merry men weren’t to blame for shit hitting the fan. They’d merely unearthed what was rotten and put the truth to light. 

Nah, it was HYDRA that needed taking down a peg or two. He didn’t care whether they were fractured and hiding with their tails between their legs, it wasn’t enough for him to sit on the side-lines and give them a moment to breathe. The idea of them rebuilding and their notorious motto becoming reality kept him up at night. ( They’d left them all to die, STRIKE had given them everything and it had all been for nothing. They’d been abandoned, betrayed. ) So much for fucking loyalty. They wouldn’t know it if it danced around them wearing Rogers spandex. He’d been patient, methodical. Building up his armoury and hiring very few men. He’d learned his mistake about getting close to someone, the grief a constant reminder to stay repressed. Had one of those bastards fucked up? Made too much noise? Was it sheer coincidence that those righteous arseholes were now treading within his territory? He’d heard the rumours, watched the news. Barnes had been somewhat pardoned, super-serum had been prevented from hitting the streets again - something about justice. It hadn’t mattered either way. ( He hadn’t even considered approaching anyone from the past for assistance, let alone him. ) The memories of the bank vault had been hazy at first, his amnesia having to be expected thanks to Romanoff having whacked him off a table. Yet, he did remember now, remembered the eeriness of the asset. The brainwashing, he’d been forced to witness. Maybe that should have opened his eyes, but by then he’d been in too deep. They all had.  Rising from the chair he’d been situated in, he urged his ruined leg to behave, placing the gun down and barked at the hireling to leave. Fingers found the alcohol bottle nearby, necking it back as he picked up the remote. Even had he wanted to fight, he wouldn’t have stood a chance against them. The memories of  being beaten in the elevator by the old Cap coming to mind. From what he knew, Wilson didn’t have the same shit inside his veins, but Barnes was a force to be reckoned with, even now. ( Besides, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t want that. ) He had no beef with him, and so instead of displaying hostility, he observed the CCTV and then headed for the area, having stripped himself down, so it was clear he wasn’t armed. Hopefully that would be enough to give pause, for him to survive this encounter with the man with the metal arm who had haunted his dreams.

If not… well at least he’d see Brock again.

[rxmlxw]

@thecoldsoldiers: „ I never got to say goodbye. “

BROCKS FACIAL EXPRESSION STAYED NEUTRAL WHEN HE STARED AT THE FORMER WINTER SOLDIER IN front of him , before his jaw clenched a little , the only form of emotional reaction he gave , before he canted his head to the side , eyes squinting as there was a small smirk perked up on the corner of his lips. „ why should you say goodybe , when you never actually left , soldier ? “ , he asked , chin raising as he let out a soft huff. „ why are you here ? hoping to finish me ? that‘s cute , because this isn‘t a place for someone like you. “ , he growled and he took a step forward.

[fangsforhire]

@thecoldsoldiers followed from  | ℒ |

Damn. He was starting to give off the unsettling vibe of a stalker, appearing in Barnes's life only during moments of crisis. ( Yet, it was all just a coincidence — nothing more than fate intertwining their paths because of the nature of his profession. ) Once again, he found himself clad in an array of weaponry, the glint of metal catching the light as he surveyed Barnes’s features with a keen eye. Every detail was scrutinised, a silent assessment of his condition, gauging the toll that danger had taken on him. ‘Right, well try not to punch me, hm? I’m on your side.’

He could appreciate the moment, despite the circumstances. Lucien, who was usually indifferent to physical contact, approached the task with a focused determination. ( His fingers danced lightly over the wounds, a careful assessment of the damage done. As he worked, a soothing wave of his celestial grace enveloped the area, shimmering softly as it flowed from his hands. ) The gentle warmth began to aid the injuries, and he hoped it would also clear away the haze clouding his vision, bringing clarity back to the world around him. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got you.’ Even if he were to throw a punch at him, it’s unlikely that he would cause any lasting harm, right? 

[crossxxbones]

Barnes had always been more useful alive than dead, but Brock doubted he wanted to hear that. He'd have been spared a lot of suffering if he'd died when he fell from that train. Brock felt the same about having a building fall on him. Apparently, death was too easy for them.

"Alright. I'll be in touch." He headed for the door, not wanting to overstay his welcome. A part of him thought this might be their last conversation. Bucky had no real reason to work with him, and every reason to toss the burner and disappear again. But they hadn't tried to kill each other, so he was counting it as a win.

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” (for Brock, please! @crossxxbones)

Bucky froze in the entryway as the voice met his ears, one he hadn’t heard in months since he had fled HYDRA, trying to sort out his life and figure out who he was. The apartment that he’d been hiding out in was subtle, but sure enough there was an unwelcome guest in his apartment.

His eyes flicked to the drawer where he had hidden a gun, refusing to make eye contact with his former handler. “It’s not your carpet.” He grunted. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

[ihadnothing]

@thecoldsoldiers continued from here: (x)

Natasha shook her head.

There had been a time when she'd felt the same way he did now. But with a ton of work, she'd overcome that.

"The people who think that don't know who you are. Not really, they know the Winter Soldier, the people who know you, who love you. They know who you really are."

[zemothethirteenth]

Bucky looks almost shy as he hands over a small ring box, placing it in Zemo’s hand and kissing his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Bonbon.” He whispers, settling with his chin on Zemo’s shoulder.

"Hm? What's...?" he started, looking up from stirring a little bit of honey into his tea - a cold over the holidays, how annoyingly predictable - before smiling warmly as he set the spoon in the cup and set the tea aside to accept the box.

He let his arms curl around Bucky, smiling as he rested his own chin on Bucky's shoulder in return and flipped the box open. His smile widened further.

"Ah, it's beautiful miláčku. I've never seen a stone like..." he trailed off for a moment, looking closer at it to see that what was set into the light gold ring was foil and pressed petals of some sort, rather than simply some unknown stone. "... oh," he stated quietly, pulling back to take a closer look at it under the light.

"... James, where on Earth did you find something like this? It's really..." He wasn't sure why his words were failing him, and he simply looked up at Bucky with a warm smile. "Are you putting it on me, or shall I do that myself?"

[skullsandsteel]

✘✘ Moth to a Flame ✘✘

> Closed, for @thecoldsoldiers > From [ this verse ]

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Brock leaned against the hood of a black SUV, his breath visible against the cold night air. The streets around him were empty, lined with boarded-up buildings and crumbling storefronts. There was supposed to be progress—Peace, but—

The mission tonight had been more than simple : sweep-and-clear of a suspected rebel cell. It wasn’t anything Rumlow hadn’t done a hundred times before, but as the last of the suspects were hauled off in chains, something in his chest twisted. They weren’t rebels, no—Not really. They didn’t put up a fight. They were just desperate people trying to survive.

Pierce would call them necessary sacrifices-- They were going to break ground there on a new headquarters in the morning. Brock just called it bullshit.

He hadn’t gone back after that—Instead, he’d driven aimlessly though the city until the gas light blinked on. Now he stood on a empty street corner, staring at the flickering neon sign of the gas station. Brock didn’t know what he was looking for, but he knew he wouldn’t find it behind HYDRA’s doors. The Asset’s face flashed in his mind—The stories of him being dead, buried with the rest of HYDRA’s ghosts—Brock didn’t believe it. The Asset didn’t just disappear, not unless he wanted to. And Brock couldn’t shake the feeling he knew where to find him.

The alley reeked of piss and damp concrete, but Brock had grown used to worse—His boots scraped along the ground as he walked, deeper into the maze of abandoned storefronts. The rebels didn’t post obvious guards—They didn’t need to. Anyone who wandered into this part of the city either belonged, or didn’t come back out. He wasn’t supposed to be here—If Pierce knew, he’d call it insubordination. Brock didn’t care. HYDRA’s victories felt like ash in his mouth—The missions were routine, the thrill was gone. This place wasn’t on his patrol route, it really wasn’t even supposed to exist. But Brock had heard the whispers—Zones others had claimed as theirs, places where HYDRA’s grip had slipped just enough for resistance fighters to thrive. Or hide, Brock thought.

He turned a corner, his hand brushing over the grip of his sidearm out of habit—But nobody stepped out to challenge him. Not yet.

[striketeam-sic]

There were loud noises echoing through the air, it sounded like rapid gunfire and Asset kicked into gear before anyone could stop him, not that anyone would be able to. He launched himself at Jack, attempting to tackle him to the ground and protect him from the threat.

He didn’t know why they insisted on letting Asset out for all this— More trouble than it was worth, in his opinion. After last year, and with Rumlow’s careful absence— Jack knew what could happen. And, now— What was going to happen.

He had just a second to prepare as he saw the blur in the air- Lowering his shoulder and bracing his feet, meeting Asset head fucking on. Jack groaned with the effort, boots scoring deep into the grass and soil— But he didn’t go down. Not this time.

“Calm down,” He snapped, trying to wrestle Asset off of him. “Just fireworks, they’re fun.”

[fluffysquidcat]

Alpine please, stop sticking your paws under the door. I do not need company when on the toilet

no. i wil NOT!

close door is secrets n secrets do not make frinds >:(

‘Sides there is watr in there an wat if u fall in an get stuck and drown???? i need to b abl 2 save u

✨ translation below ✨

No. I will not!!

A closed door is secrets and secrets do not make friends! >:(

Besides, there is water in there, and what if you fall in and get stuck and drown???? I need to be able to save you.

@thecoldsoldiers

[thehxrkness]

"Oh come now, he's not nearly as volatile as his mother. He actually did his studying, and has me helping him as well."

As the other asked about why she was there, she chuckled softly.

"Like I said, I promised I wouldn't hover while he's sleeping, so I went out for a little stroll and found myself here."

"No offense, but I'd prefer the kid far away from me."

He had only had a glimpse at Wanda's powers and that was when they were on the same side, fighting for mutual interests. He would really not like to meet anyone who had similar ones.

"So, what hell did I get into to have a ghost who knew Wanda visiting me?"