#i had to cheat with silver a little it's a werewolf story i wrote for a class that was really secretly a were-bucky AU

[shackleton2]

thank you for the tag @painted-doe!!! I love these i feel hella imposterish sharing WIPs but the folder is honestly getting bulky soooo

my keywords were ignore, kind, lose, silver

ignore

He let himself get lost in the glittering smear of the Milky Way, not tracking time, before he felt ready to bring some attention to the places he felt his body touching the ground, the jungle sounds around him. He reminded himself of where and when he was, and went over the recent series of events that had brought him there. He was here. He knew the date. All of this was real.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. The nightmare was bad enough, but it brought with it a lasting sense of frantic anxiety that he didn’t know how to soothe or surmount or ignore.

“Steve is fine,” he muttered to himself, barely aloud. “Steve is fine.”

He shuffled back into the hut and stared at the beads hanging by the door. They would be silent until the next reminder about traveling off the hillside to meet Shuri for a scan came in a few days.

kind

It was on its side. Thick grey was encroaching rapidly from the borders of its vision. There was only a small window of light left to it, and it found itself wishing, nonsensically, for the Captain’s face to be there, blue eyes radiating certainty in everything, even in defeat. That would be a comfort.

Instead there were bright searing beams of light and crashing impacts hard enough to shake the reinforced floor of the cell. With a massive effort the Soldier blinked and cleared a shade of grey from its eyes.

The Captain and the man in red and gold armor were exchanging violent blows. They flickered across the Soldier’s vision like snapshots. The Captain was strong and fast and desperate. The armored man seemed to anticipate every move, and fired some kind of energy beam from hand and chest.

The Captain had the armored man pinned, the shield at his neck, but the glowing circle in his chest was pulsing, preparing; the Soldier heard through the sealed glass walls: “Give it up, Rogers. I won’t tell you again.”

Something went off in the Asset’s head like a grenade seconds before the flash of the suit’s power outside the cell.

silver

She headed in the direction of the sheep-pen, where the worrying sound had come from a few minutes ago. She had been comfortably settled in an armchair, barely in earshot, but she was sure she’d heard it— faint and strange-sounding, not a cry she’d ever heard before. The animals and her were well-tuned to each other, and her instincts told her: it was the sheep, and they were terrified.

She glanced back as she hurried down the path. Her little cottage stood starkly etched in darkness and faint silver moonlight. The bright butter yellow of the lamplit window was like a lighthouse, a beacon against all that was dark and cold, Outer and Other in the night. With the next bend in the path it was out of her sight.

lose

He wouldn’t mind, honestly. There was a deep ache in his chest when he thought of that little guy with the steely gaze. Whatever was left of James Barnes in him missed Steve Rogers, he supposed. It felt old, the ache, like he had been missing Steve for a long, long time.

“Is Steve your friend?” The question came out quiet and kind. “Because I know how it can be sometimes, but if you can get in touch with him, you probably should. It’s tough out here without friends. You lose ‘em fast.”

“Can’t,” said the Soldier. “I can’t come in, Steve. I gotta…protect you, s’the only good thing I’ve ever been good at. And this is the only way I can.”

“I’m not Steve.” Kindly again, too understanding to be pity.

I think a lot of people have already been tagged but if you're reading this and you wanna do it please do!!! this is such a fun way to peek into each others' notebooks i'm so excited for yalls work :D

keywords are cloth, leap, strain, knife