#redxrogue

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@odxn redxrogue mildmanneredsavior

"I already regret this."

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“ i just need--- more answers. i know it’s a bad idea. ”

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     "-- have we met before?"

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@redxrogue ♥’d for a cw starter !!!

❝ please don’t make me choose . . . i can’t. this is my family, natasha. you && steve && the others . . . took me in when the rest of world hated me. i think they hate me more now, but god             help us if we can’t stand together on this one. ❞

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@redxrogue

                         “....No, I do not know my exact height. I cannot remember the last time I was measured. Why?”

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                                “ Ja, Sir. “ Her soft German accent winds through even the words in English, but her spine is steel and so is her will. She stands with her chin tipped high and a fiery determination in her eyes.  “ I’m ready to begin when you are. “

       He couldn’t help looking her over, but        there was no desire in his eyes. The        examination was clinical, searching for        weaknesses, any sign that she was not        up for the task at hand. Finding no such        weakness in her, he nodded. 

           “Get the target in position so I can take the shot.”

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@redxrogue

Bucky remembers everything. 

Well – almost everything. There are details here and there that don’t completely click, either because of decades of brainwashing to blur them or his handlers at HYDRA really didn’t want him to remember. Some memories clear up after a while – others stay in a blur, a collection of broken images that don’t make sense, faces and voices he can recognize but couldn’t put a name to. 

With Natalia, it’s a mix. 

There are the memories where she’s crystal clear – those where he trains her, those where he hurts her (he’ll never forget her face when he shot her in Washington) – and there are memories where she’s only a blur, memories that he barely understands, flashes of red hair and stolen moments in the shadows and the overwhelming, unmistakable feeling of home. 

He looks at her now, and he doesn’t know what to think. Maybe she remembers him – and if she did, what would he even do? What could he even say? Maybe she doesn’t – maybe they’d wiped him out of her mind too permanently, maybe she’d never remember. 

He looks at her now, searching for any sign – almost pleading with her to show him – that she knows him the way he knows her. 

                    “I’m, uh –                               – I’m sorry about Washington.” 

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redxrogue.

❝    forget fury,       i STILL think you        should be working here with ME.     ❞

[vaingloriious-archived]

@redxrogue

                        “Well. That’s a lot of blood. All yours? Not all yours– or...?”

[vaingloriious-archived]

redxrogue.

                          God damn, that hurt. Don tried pulling himself                                   up, but the spasm in his damaged leg kept                                   him locked in place. He was restless, but he                                   couldn’t move until the pain eased. The young                                   doctor-to-be finally pulled himself to a sitting                                   position, leaning against the wall. His cane                                   had fallen just out of reach, and Don felt a                                    twinge of stubborn pride making him not                                   very happy to ask for help. Swallowing hard                                   against that, he instead cleared his throat.                                                      “Got a minute?”