#dustxrgcld

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

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Steve: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Maria: How can you still say that? Steve: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

[fallencomrade]

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝙻   //     T̷ R̷ A̷ N̷ S̷ M̷ I̷ T̷ T̷ I̷ N̷ G̷ . . .   𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚇𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂  //   [ SOURCE ]   𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙳 :   𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐶𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐴𝐼𝑁.   ↦   @dustxrgcld

     𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃,  a  forgotten  memory  outlined  in  GOLD  and  dripping  with ...  nostalgia.  &&  that  is  strange  and  new  for  the  winter  soldier  -  who  does  not  have  a  past  and  cannot  recognize  color.  his  orders  have  changed  with  the  passage  of  time,  as  have  his  superiors,  his  handlers.  his  activation  signaled  a  new  mission,  new  objectives,  new  targets  ;;  so  many  faces...  so  many  names...   IRRELEVANT.   f o r g o t t e n.   &&  when  history  did  not  cooperate,  history  was  changed ...   but  one  thing  has  remained  constant  throughout  the  course  of  the  soldier’s  activation.  he  has  always  understood  his  purpose,  his  place  ;;  where  he  belongs  within  the  spectrum  of  existence.  how  he  compares  to  the  living.  how  he  differs.  the  winter  soldier  does  not  have  a  name.  he  does  not  have  a  face.  he  is  a  GHOST  ;;  a  weapon,  a  tool  which  shapes  the  future,  utilized  and  authorized  by  hydra  and  only  hydra.  

                 H Ɛ I L   H Ɣ Ɖ R A.

     he  knows  his  place.    it  is  all  very  simple...    &&  yet,  in  his  current  state  of  existence,  he  is  in  DIRECT VIOLATION  of  all  that  which  he  claims  to  know.  ever  since  his  heinous  failure  securing  project  insight,  aberrations  from  what  he  knows  have  been  unraveling  at  an  alarming  rate  -  and  despite  being  painfully  aware  of  his  WRONGNESS,  he  continues  to  deviate.  he  was  meant  to  kill  the  captain  atop  that  helicarrier.  instead,  the  soldier  jumped  into  cold  waters  and  fished  him  from  the  river.  ( HE HAD SAVED HIM. )  he  was  supposed  to  secure  the  success  of  project  insight,  and  instead,  he  watched  it  unfold  into  ruin.  upon  failure,  he  was  supposed  to  return  to  his  handlers  to  be  reprimanded,  wiped,  reprogrammed,  stored  and  deactivated  -  and  yet,  he  ran.  he  violated  his  most  basic,  simple  programming  and  continues  to  disobey.  the  soldier  does  not  understand  why  he  continues  to  behave  in  this  broken  state,  but  he  does  know  the  aberrations  started  when  the  man  standing  before  him  now  pulled  back  his  punch  and  gave  him  a  name.  the  complexities  of  human  nature  have  no  standing  in  the  mind  of  a  weapon.  the  catalyst  escapes  him  ;;  he  cannot  explain.  so,  he  will  continue  to  run  -  rampant,  out - of - control,  resisting,  BROKEN  -  until  someone  comes  along  who  is  strong  enough  to  bring  him  in  and  FIX  him.  

     hydra  has  tried,  determined  to  rise  once  again  from  the  ashes  of  their  defeat.  shield  has  tried,  disgraced  &&  desperate  to  assure  the  populace  of  their  noble  intentions.  various  governments  and  militias  have  tried,  eager  to  take  advantage  of  the  opportunity.  many  have  tried,  but  none  have  been  able  to  catch  him,  let  alone�� get  close  enough  to  even  try.  no  one  -  except  the  captain.  whatever  the  glitch  was  that  caused  the  steady  unraveling  of  his  code,  it  was  placed  into  his  mind  by  this  man.  he  was  the  SOURCE,  the  root  cause  for  the  soldier’s  rapid  deterioration.  HE  IS  DANGEROUS.    he  will  destroy  you ...    

     to  an  instrument  as  calculated  as  the  winter  soldier,  there  is  no  greater  THREAT  than  the  uncertainty  of  this  man.  steve  rogers  is  a  deviation  from  the  expected  and  that  is  aggravating  because  it  makes  predicting  his  moves  next  to  impossible.  the  soldier  expects  violence,  combat,  brutality,  bloodshed.  he  is  rigorously  prepared  for  such  scenarios.  the  captain  however  approaches  not  as  a  combatant,  not  as  an  enemy  -  but  as  a...  friend ?  he  refuses  to  let  up,  refuses  to  attack  or  attempt  to  detain.  he  just  keeps  following  him,  always  with  an  extended  hand  -  as  if  he  is  waiting  for  the  soldier  to  reach  out  and  grab  on.  the  asset  hears ...  wheels  clanking  against  train  tracks.  the  groan  of  rusted  metal  bending.  the  SCREAM  of  a  steam  engine.  GRAB MY HAND !  he  blinks  the  senses  away,  but  struggles  to  swallow  down  the  bile  which  rises  in  his  throat.  

     the  captain  relies  on  proven  tactics.  his  words  hold  weight,  power.  his  voice  pierce  him  like  knives,  inciting  a  reaction  from  the  soldier  who  responds  to  pain.  &&  yet,  despite  the  hysteria  shaking  inside  him ...  HE  IS  PARALYZED,  forced  to  rely  on  his  own  rusty  voice  instead  of  his  fists.  the  soldier  mobilizes  and  reminds  both  man  and  machine  that  the  captain  -  just  like  everyone  else  -  wants  something  from  him.  just  like  hydra  -  determined  to  claim  their  property  ;;  just  like  shield  -  determined  to  capture  their  scapegoat  ;;  just  like  the  united  nations  -  desperate  to  find  someone  to  crucify.  he  is  so  many  things ...  and  yet,  nothing.   nothing.   it  is  easy  to  be  nothing.  easy  to  keep  the  mask  on.   easier  to  feel  -  nothing.  dissociation  filters  into  his  bloodstream,  like  a  chemical.  frustration  starts  to  trickle  away.  disconnect  soldier.  disconnect  and  respond.

     ❛ i  am  not  your  bucky  barnes,  captain. ❜   he  saw  the  exhibit.  saw  the  faces,  the  photos,  the  videos.  read  the  stories,  the  memorials.  inseparable  on  both  schoolyard  and  battlefield ...   he  spent  hours  staring  back  at  a  face  that  mirrored  his  own.  james  buchanan  barnes  -  the  shadow  before  the  soldier.  maybe,  maybe  at  one  point  in  his  GRISLY  history  he  had  been ...  but  winter  consumes  daylight  and  reaps  all  traces  of  warmth,  like  blood  pouring  from  a  dying  body.  that  person  is  barely  anything  more  substantial  than  a  fading  echo  buried  beneath  a  mountain  of  snow.    

     — of  all  the  memories  that  have  returned  though ...  the  strongest  ones  ( the brightest ones )  all  have  something  in  common.   glossing  eyes  drift  towards  steve.  a  flicker  of  recognition,  quickly  extinguished.   ❛ i  am  not  your  friend. ❜

[fallencomrade-a]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽    ↦    ℓєттєяѕ тσ тнє ѕαяgє. ✉ MɆMɆ :  𝙹𝙱𝙱 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 ?    𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼 : @dustxrgcld​​​ 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃   //    Ꭰ Ꭼ Ꮯ Ꮻ Ꭰ Ꮖ N Ꮐ .      most attractive feature: his smile... To Steve when Bucky smiles, he does it with his eyes too.  It was what he missed the most when he lost him and the thing he ached to see one more time. 

     ❛  so  that’s  why  you’re  always  remindin’  me,  huh ?    ‘ chin  up,  buck  up  -  smile. ‘     should’ve  known  sneaky  lil’  stevie  rogers  had  some  ulterior  motives.  ❜    that  esteemed  smile  sobers  softly  with  a  gentle  seriousness,  eyes  tracing  the  features  of  his  best  friend’s  face  to  gauge  his  expression.    ❛  —  hope  it  still ...  ya  know,  holds  up  -  against  the  original.  ❜       it  is  a  worm  of  self -  doubt  which  wriggles  often  inside  his  mind.       this  harder  version  of  himself  does  not  smile  as  often  or  as  freely,  but  steve  has  been  giving  him  new  reasons  to  smile,  every  day. 

     ❛  it’s  ‘ cause  of  you  -  that  i  even  remember  how  to.   ‘ cause  of  you  -  that  i  do ...  ❜   they  might  not  be  as  dazzling  or  as  flashy  as  the  ones  the  old  HEARTTHROB  from  brooklyn  was  notorious  for  -  but  each  one  is  sincere,  honest  and  real  -  reflecting  a  happiness  beating  at  his  core.    &&  it  is  all  thanks  to  steven  rogers.    

[skydriven]

misc sentence starters @dustxrgcld​ said: “  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”  

a soft sigh escaped sam as he reached out his hand and placed it on steve’s shoulder. giving him a reassuring squeeze. “ it’s fine, steve. you don’t have to talk ‘bout it if it makes you uncomfortable.” a light smile is thrown his friend’s way. “if you do wanna talk about it, you know where to find me. up in the air, giving you back-up. because we all know you need that.” he was joking, as he moved his hand and patted steve on the back.

[helxcious]

@dustxrgcld​ said: “ Who did this? ”

i n j u r e d  /  i n j u r y   s e n t e n c e s.  -   a l w a y s   a c c e p t i n g.

   “   Well,  me.   ”     she  replied  with  sincerity.   The  place  was  a  whole  mess,  injured  bodies  of  guards  and  soldiers  all  over  it.  Only  her  standing  in  the  middle  of  them  with  a  sword  pierced  through  her  stomach.  Though  it  didn´t  seem  to  bother  her  at  all.

Pulling  the  weapon  out  her  body  and  throwing  it  away,  she  turned  to  look  at  the  soldier.

     “  I  promise  It  wasn´t  personal,  Steven. Rogers.  ”  smirked.   “  Humans  have  the  bad  habit  to  fear  what  is  different  for  no  reason.  I  just  gave  them  one,  the  unfortunate  moment  they  decided  to  attack  me.  ”

[avenginghawk]

               ❛  ─  oh, hey cap...  ❜  the archer greets, pausing mid-bite of pizza, before jutting one thumb absently towards the bar where the steaming box resided.  ❛  didn’t know anyone else was here, but there’s a pie over there. feel free to get some, if ya want.  ❜   

↳  @dustxrgcld​​​ / sc.

[madtiitan]

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I LOVE THESE BLOGS || NOT ACCEPTING || @dustxrgcld

            @tofindtruth , @viisxon , @visixnaryx , @webheadjrr , @weightofmyshield *WIGGLES BROW* OWEEEEEeeeee

[displacedwidow]

-- He can’t be real. 

It’s a cruel, tragic, unfortunate fact; Steve can’t be hovering over her now, all big blue eyes and stupidly broad shoulders, because that would mean...No. NO. False hope only sows greater pain, down the line. Loneliness is a familiar friend, and she knows it well (arguably better than she knows herself). 

Her sacrifice was well worth it, to bring back those precious lives Thanos erased. She would do it again in a heartbeat, if necessary.

“You aren’t real,” she croaks, blinking back the tears stinging at the corners of her eyes, “you aren’t real -- go away.” 

@dustxrgcld

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@dustxrgcld asked: ❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

“I don’t know why you’re so worried.” Maria obediently turned her head, letting Steve check the cut that went along her hairline and down her cheek. “I’ve had worse.” She protested, making a face as he pressed a cloth against her face. “Is that a handkerchief? Did you have it tucked up your sleeve?”

She reached out, curling her fingers around Steve’s wrist and holding his hand against her cheek. “You worry too much, Rogers.” Her voice was fond. “You took a harder hit than I did,” Maria added, pointing at the hole in his uniform. She’d seen him take a flamethrower blast right to the chest and while the Kevlar had taken the brunt of the hit, the fact that it was missing now meant the fire was stronger.

“You’re looking a little singed there, Steve. We should be getting you to an ambulance instead of sitting here on the curb.” If it wasn’t after a fight and if they weren’t both bloody, Maria might actually let herself enjoy sitting shoulder to shoulder with Steve. “Gotta take care of yourself, too.”

loud and deafening silence || accepting

[qwilll]

❛    you're  a captain ,  i'm a captain   ...   you like red ,  I like red    ...    you’re strong ,  i’m stronger   ...   see ,  we got  tons  in common .     ❜

@dustxrgcld    /    s.

[fallencomrade-a]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽    ↦    ℓєттєяѕ тσ тнє ѕαяgє. ❀ 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼 :  @dustxrgcld​​ 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃   //    Ꭰ Ꭼ Ꮯ Ꮻ Ꭰ Ꮖ N Ꮐ .

They were becoming more & more common with them...        these lazy sunday mornings, where they'd be in bed until their stomachs growled from the hunger.     He sighed, happy where he was.  all limbs tangled with limbs.  his forehead resting softly against Bucky's, all of their clothes scattered around the floor.    " hey."      the whisper soft against the other's lips.

     𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 ...    to  have  it,  to  feel  it  pressed  against  him   -   living,  breathing,  perfect ...   after  so  long,  knowing  only  the  SOLITUDE  of  silence,  the  finality  of  DEATH  -  it  is  a  BEAUTIFUL  and  overwhelming  thing     -    a  rarity  that  most  are  never  able  to  find  and  a  gift  a  BEAST  such  as  himself  is  undeserving  of.    here,  within  this  nest  of  tangled  limbs  &&  white  sheets,  safe  &&  hidden  away  from  the  rest  of  the  world,  james  barnes  cradles  PARADISE  in  his  arms.  

     to  dare  to  venture  back,  back  into  the  mindset  of  that  wretched  machine  left  to  RUST  in  a  stasis  pod  until  someone  deemed  him  useful ...    was  that  mind  even  capable  of  postulating  the  potential  of  this  outcome ?  if  he  were  to  go  back  now  and  promise  that  afflicted  man  a  reality  glossed  with  such  BEAUTY   -   painted  with  splashes  of  colors  &&  shades  dulled  eyes  could  not  even  recall  ever  having  seen  -  would  he  be  able  to  imagine ?   to  believe ?   to  HOPE ?    he  knows  the  tragic  answer ...    &&  buck  prays  he  never  again  forgets  the  power  this  single  heartbeat  promises  ;;  the  pledge  it  whispers  to  him ...  

     REANIMATED.  REVIVED.  ALIVE !   blood  poured  back  into  icy  veins   ;;   heat  melting  frozen  body.  life  filling  stagnant  lungs.  even  after  newfound  freedom,  the  thought  of  this  body  and  this  mind  being  capable  of  such  things  seemed ...  unlikely.    he  was  recovering,  healing   -   yes,   but  there  were  some  things ...  some  things  he  believed  not  even  the  great  CAPTAIN  AMERICA  could  salvage.    &&  in  that  misled  thought  lied  his  mistake.    where  captain  america  could  not,  STEVE  ROGERS  could.    the  wily  PUNK  took  it  upon  himself  to  prove  old  friend  wrong  and  god,  how  grateful  james  is  for  it.  

     a  human  heart  had  survived  time,  cruelty,  despair ...  the  wipes.      ——  then  again,  falling  in  love  with  steve  rogers  had  always  been  easy.       the  idea  of  someone  finding  something  worthwhile  within  these  HOLLOW  bones  though    -    something  substantial  enough  to  love ...     worth  loving    ;;    worth  wanting ...   he  did  not  think  there  was  anything  left  inside  him  worth  loving  anymore.    &&  yet  steve  -  of  course  steve  would.  again,  so  determined  to  prove  him  wrong.

     to  have  spent  the  majority  of  his  existence  leaden  by  DEATH  -  believing  that  these  hands  and  this  hardened  body  was  only  capable  of  DESTRUCTION,  devastation ...     to  lay  here  and  hold  such  beauty  in  his  arms  ;;  to  cradle  life  so  gently ...  tasting  SUNLIGHT  on  his  tongue,  instead  of  ash  ;;  instead  of  DECAY ...  how  did  he  get  so  lucky ?     MORE IMPORTANTLY,  how  does  he  ensure  this  paradise  does  not  get  ripped  away ?  his  arms  tighten  more  securely  around  the  pale  body  pressed  close  to  his  own,  this  extension  of  himself  -  HIS  HEART,  the  man  that  keeps  james  barnes  alive ...

     sleepy  ocean  blues  open,  blinking  away  the  wisps  of  slumber.  &&  that  simple  sight  alone  -  steve  rogers  waking  to  a  new  day   -   has  a  smile  brightening  away  the  age - worn  lines  from  barnes’  hard,  thoughtful  expression.

     LOVE - STRUCK BROOKLYN  BOY  leans  forward  and  steals  a  kiss  or  two,  or  three  -  and  lingers,  so  that  when  steve  whispers  his  greeting,  james  can  feel  the  words  against  his  tongue.     ❛  mornin’  ❜    he  bumps  their  noses  together,  nuzzling.                  beneath  these  sheets,  they  exist  in  their  own  world.  they  belong  to  each  other  and  no  one  else.         for  a  brief  moment,  however  brief  -  they  are  safe  in  each  other’s  arms.       THEY   ARE   LOVED.

[beingabadass]

✈ @dustxrgcld II Starter Call II Verse: TBA

“So did you get bribed into coming to this party, or did you come willingly?” It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his best friends parties, it was just well.. he had never been one for the large ones with too many people he wasn’t familiar with. Though when he spotted Cap, he had made a b-line for him, rather determined to just hang around a familiar face rather than having awkward polite conversation with strangers. 

[gammundcrstand-blog]

Old Hollywood Plotted AU @dustxrgcld

Oh Stark. He really knew how to throw ‘em. Every New Yorker debutante and famous actor, producer, director, up and coming businessman and really anyone that was anyone was here. Why her manager had encouraged her to attend was evident, it was an excellent evening to make a play for a connection with the millionaire. 

If she could escape the swarm of gentleman trailing after her. Puppy dogs, every one of them. She’d tried every other thing in the book. Asked for a drink? She’d gotten six offered. Said she felt warm, why every arm had been offered to escort her to a chair. Only when Prince Odinson arrived and turned every head, did she see an opening, skirting her way around the pack and making a descreet dash across the room only to bump into--

“ Oh I’m terribly sorry sir, ” she began to say with a glance back over her shoulder. Oh dear. There they come. A gloved hand on placed on his arm and dimpled smile she implored, “...but do you think- I mean would you mind...”

One nod at the dance floor and a silent please in her eyes as the band picked up and singer began to croon ‘somewhere...beyond the sea..’ declared her every intention. “ Just one dance? I mean, everyone’s hounded after me for one and if I were to with you...they might think to leave me alone. Oh. I mean, I haven’t even introduced myself. But...” there’s a fall of her shoulder’s. “ I can’t go anywhere without being noticed these days. But just in case,” she smiled, “ I’m Miss Ross....Elizabeth Ross. Everyone just calls me Betty though.” 

[helxcious]

      “  Perhaps . . . is there something wrong with that, Mr. Rogers . . . ?  Genuinely thought that, with our little talk, you´d be comfortable with seeing me more often.  ”  her gaze questions his words, but it was actually a tease only. 

                                    ｡･:*:･ﾟ ━━━━━━━ ♛  @dustxrgcld​  ♛ ━━━━━━━ ｡･:*:･ﾟ

[sccrltfcmes]

2 years after Endgame  Wanda loved the rain...but tonight it felt like every drop on her skin was a knife, slicing away at her skin. She just got the news..after two years of trying...Shiuri had told her that there was no way for them to bring Vision back.  She was angry, she had held all that hope alive...and now, it was crushed. She had been standing in the rain for the past twenty minutes, Scott had been the first to try and talk to her, but he had ended up almost running back inside as she sent a park bench flying after him. She didn’t want to see them, she didn’t want them to tell her everything would be alright...it was a big lie anyway.  @dustxrgcld