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What’s Your True Position

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Bucky’s Position

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So...um...yeah.  I am just going to leave this graph here....

[inthebrokenplaces]

{honeymoon} -- @thexsummerxsoldier

Deep in his heart, he knew it wasn’t going to work out. It was just a feeling, a shadow that wouldn’t leave Bucky’s mind. Little things, like how she could never remember which beer he liked, or how he forgot to text her when he was home from a job. Deeper in his heart, he was honestly relieved. He’d fallen back into old habits as he tried to reclaim what was lost, and with that came flirting and dating and trying to be normal, even though he had no idea what normal was. He based normal off a fucking Ikea catalogue, for Christ’s sake. So when this one stuck around longer than the others, when she started to drop hints, he’d done what he thought was expected. Bought a ring, got down on one knee, played the perfect role.

Then the fights started. Unhappiness from them leaked like a sieve, leaching into every part of their lives. He stayed out later, took more jobs, ignored more texts. She didn’t deserve it, and if he were more of a man, he would’ve just broken it off. But it wasn’t like he’d had great models for healthy relationships, and so he clung to what he was supposed to do. Turned out, she did it for him, with a slap that he richly deserved and throwing the ring in his face. Three days before the wedding. Fantastic.

Cancelling the wedding had been embarrassing but manageable--it had been a small affair to begin with--but now he was left with a fully-booked trip to Fiji that was non-refundable. The money didn’t really bother him, but he just... wanted to go be somewhere else for a while. It wasn’t heartbreak, he was just tired. Tired of the work, of the lies, of being himself. Maybe two weeks in the tropics was what he needed. And he knew just who to take with him.

“C’mon, Steve,” he said. “Kick it in gear. We’re gonna be late for the airport.” He grinned in a way that was almost boyish and definitely mischievous. “Now remember, we’ve gotta keep our cover, sweetheart.” 

[redwhiteandbruised]

New Jersey had always been a shithole--the sort of theoretical “people have it better over there and also don’t know nothin’ about what it’s like to be NYC” shithole it was culturally necessary to rag on so you felt better about paying $2k/month on a shared shoebox with none of the basic amenities. The fact was, before it happened, he’d never had a reason to actually experience Jersey for himself. What was a city kid supposed to do in the suburbs?

It was ostensibly worse than it had probably been at baseline.

The knife came out with an unpleasant squelch and the now-familiar reek of rot and death and all things horrific. James knew war. He knew combat. He knew the seemingly mindless onwards push of the enemy.

War had nothing on this shit.

He wiped the blade on his jeans and crouched down, listening for any telltale moaning or scrabbling of another corpse that didn’t know to stay dead. Around him was a small semicircle of bodies in various states of decay; he’d stumbled across a group of them as he went house to house, looking for decent supplies and more munitions. It was getting exhausting; it had already been exhausting. He wiped the long hair off his face with the back of his arm and stood up, stretching his back.

A faint wheezing drew his attention--not a noise the zombies made, in his limited experience; more like the sound a dying person tried to hide to die in peace before the monsters came to chew them apart. James hated this, but he wasn’t a complete asshole. He could make it a lot quicker than the zombies could.

With a small, grim sigh he headed over to the other side of the car where a small, dirty blond guy was doing his best to breathe as quietly as possible.

“You been bit?” James asked, knife still loose in his hand.

[getinthefunvee]

@thexsummerxsoldier || soulmate return policy from [here]

So the history books were one thing--and the Wiki definitely needed updating--but the reality was less glamorous. 

Picture: multiple PhDs, countless employees, and he was the one stuck with the glorified hair dryer.

In retrospect, Steve had been easier to handle when he was fifty shades of blue, because almost from the moment he properly defrosted and opened his mouth, he was one self-righteous gripe after another, until Tony thought he was going to scream.

Maybe Steve was in the middle of a monologue about how “not all traditional values are bad, Tony” and really, it was too early in the morning for self-righteous ignorance, and clearly not enough education had transpired, and Tony just couldn’t deal, not before his caffeine, because he reached out, past the coffee mugs, and clapped a hand over Steve’s mouth to shut him up.

And then his pupils dilated.

And then Steve shut up.

And then Steve was staring at him, and ah, shit.

“We’re, uh, we’re going to chalk this up to static shock, right?” Tony said, feeling suddenly dizzy. Of all the fucking...

[hydrasweapon]

@thexsummerxsoldier in response to [x]

          “I am not tired, I just told you. I just let gravity win. Just for a couple of minutes. So she doesn’t get iffy, ya know?” To be honest, he was so fucking tired, he didn’t even know why his brain let alone his mouth were still working and forming words that at least made sense in a grammar-sort-of-way. James wasn’t even sure if Steve could hear him, what with his face mashed into the carpet and stuff. God. He wanted to sleep for 70 years.

            “How about you stay and get some rest with me? C’mon. I hear gravity starting to bitch about you.”

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @thexsummerxsoldier )

There was a deep breath and he glanced down before looking back to him, not following his gesturing at all. He was silent for a moment or so, eyeing Steve before his expression twitched and he shifted his weight.

"What's wron', Stevie?" Because he was sure something was wrong, and he knew he'd always been right when he guessed these kinds of things. "Don't tell me it's nothin', either. Both know that'd be a lie." Maybe it was hypocritical of him to tell Steve not to lie, but he figured Steve was too tired or stressed to call him out on it, and he wasn't going to bring it up himself.

[melodyofmuses]

Is this what you boys get up to in your spare time?

@fallcnandlost @goddamnmuses @musesinmyhead @theholyandthedamned @themusechronicles @thexsummerxsoldier @undxroos @universeofmuses

[sheshielded]

♫Singing Alone♫

She hated doing the dishes. Ever since she was younger, doing the dishes was the most arduous, awful chore. During college, she’d had a spell of buying nothing but disposable utensils and plates. It wasn’t very lucrative, and it was eating her spending money, so she went back to regular stuff.

She found it helped if there was something distracting her - TV, songs, someone talking. Today she had her phone on the counter, mp3s cycling through while she scrubbed at a pan.

“Walking tall, machine gun man,” she sang, “they spit on me, in my homeland. Gloria sends me pictures of my boy, mhmm.” She was no match for the vocals of Layne Staley, but neither did she have an unpleasant singing voice.

[brutallyxefficient]

@thexsummerxsoldier cont. (x):

Steve stared at Nik for a long minute, debating over whether or not to even go into it now. Some time had passed, and he wasn’t sure now was the moment to delve back into it. It didn’t matter really. Well it did, but Steve was past the point where he had been ready to just spit it out and go on with his day. Now that Nik was more focused on him, he lost his nerve a little. “I just uh…I wanted to say…you know you’re one of my closest friends right?” 

  The lapse from Steve seemed to make Nikolai's question hang in the air.. heavy and imposing with an unforeseen burden. Teal eyes scanned the familiar face before him what seemed to be a million times within those silent moments. As Steve had suddenly become a stranger. One seen for the very first time, in need of proper study.    When the inevitable answer arrived Nik immediately recognized the foreign element he had encountered... Steve was backing down. A strong mix of his own emotions pooled deep within him at this revelation. Something the sat next to confusion, and even closer to curiosity-- but closest to disappointment. Though, he’s uncertain of what had let him down so far... or what he had been expecting...     What comes from his own lips in reply is a gruff and entirely humorless chuckle. “ Oh, yeah. Well, if that's the truth---” ... “-- I feel sorry for you.” 

[worldsgreatcstgrandma]

thexsummerxsoldier replied to your post: ooc: Petition.

wouldn’t a little Steve just drive him crazy?

Nah. He would babysit the hell out of baby Steve. He is the best dad.

[nervvdovy]

💕 (feel free to ignore if you want to. seemed like a funny idea though)

valentine’s ✗ accepting ✗ @thexsummerxsoldier

{✗} She was going to KILL Pepper and Tony. Natasha’s cheeks burn as she approaches the table, feeling particularly RIDICULOUS in her little black dress. 

A casual dinner. GIRL’S night. Damn you Pepper.

She clears her throat and lets her small purse dangle by her wrist while her gauzy shawl drapes by her elbows, eyes narrowing into vicious SLITS at the couple seated at the table. When her gaze lands on Steve, theoretically as CLUELESS as she had been it softens. 

“I was under the impression that it was just you and me grabbing DINNER, Pep. Nice to see that I’ve been out spied.” She remarks, a little coldly, taking her seat beside Steve. It wasn’t that she was opposed to romance–quite the CONTRARY, but it bothered her to think that her friends assumed that they should take her love life into their hands.

A sigh and she pointedly turns her head away from the happy couple to her unwitting date. “So. What did TONY tell you? Boy’s NIGHT?”

*💕For our muses to be set up as a friend’s double date

[a-smoakiism]

continued from here [ @thexsummerxsoldier ]

She was just an IT girl, she probably wasn't even supposed to be outside of her office down on the lower floors of the stark building but here she was delivering papers of all things to an office a bit out of her way if only to impress her boss in ways she really shouldn't need to do so. Still walking in on.. this... was making her wish she had just stayed at her desk. Plausable deniability.

Her brows lifted on her forehead, finding it hard not to smile as he reminded her of herself a little with his ramblings. "Right, well... I mean I've heard they do. Usually. Sometimes, never really been my thing. I feel like Mr. Stark will find it funny though... maybe? So you don't need to apologize to me-- as a matter of fact lets just make it like I wasn't here yes?"

[ironxxhero]

@thexsummerxsoldier

When Tony got the call of someone potentially needing the Avengers help, he was initially resistant. Be could not imagine that this could be necessarily something that would get the approval of the Avengers involvement. But the more the person got into details, the more he thought this was actually something that the Avengers handled and he could take the approval up himself if it proved that it was a matter they could and should handle.

It was late night when he entered the house. He had naturally scanned it first and the number of people inside matched the predicted number by the caller so he lowered some of the defenses he had in place. After all, it could have been a trap, too.

When he entered the room, the woman there simply smiled at him. “So you called.” He said. She didn’t respond. Now that was fishy in itself. Still, he moved closer, while scanning the room once again. Maybe he was late. Maybe she was already compromised. As the door opened again he whipped around, within second the glove of his suit on his hand, ready to shoot whoever came in. 

Rogers.

“What the hell?” He asked, not sure if he asked the woman or the former teammate and former friend. He didn’t get much further as a weird light surrounded them and everything seemed to blur and glow. When it came back into focus they were standing in the same room. The woman was gone. But the room had definitely seen better days. The formerly whole and mothers room was not adorned with cracks in the wall, broken windows and an amount of leaves on the floor that probably meant the windows were broken for ages. He could even see animals live in here. “What the hell?”

[redwhiteandbruised]

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@thexsummerxsoldier - titanic au

“Would you look at that,” Bucky whispered, staring slack-jawed at the endless horizon. He had his elbows on the railing, threadbare coat wrapped tight against the cold salty air, and around him was nothing but grey-blue sea. Bucky hadn’t felt too great since that last stop in Ireland, choppy waves doing a number on a fella who’d never so much as been in a row boat, but now that the big ship was fully out to sea she steamed reassuringly along, like some sort of monument in motion, unstoppable.

It was one hell of a way to travel, he had to give it that, and the promise of a job with his momma’s neighbor’s cousin’s sister in New York City sounded a lot less tenuous now that he was en route. And standing out on the deck, eyes half-closed against the chill, he could almost forget about the squalid conditions below -- people crammed in like sprats, kids cryin’, slop buckets piling up -- no, it was much better to spend as much time as he could out in the frigid April air.

And if he craned his head, he could even see the upper crust moving regally along down the way, ladies in fancy hats, gentlemen in handsome suits, everyone perfectly choreographed, like something out of a story that the rest of ‘em could only ever hope to read about.

[getinthefunvee]

(yank)

memes!(yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger

“Hey!” Tony snapped as Steve hauled him closer, an automatic reaction to being manhandled (low on his list of favorite things, just above being handed anything without consent). “You want to explain why--”

Steve clapped a hand over his mouth, and Tony considered, briefly, biting him, until he heard the approaching footsteps. 

Tabloid reporters.

Fair dues. Tony scrunched his nose. Clearly Steve didn’t want to be caught in sweatpants. Again.

[hittcr-a]

@thexsummerxsoldier

               “are you serious?!” eliot had about twelve minutes before he had to be checking back in. he was supposed to have good news. and information. and he was about to have another black eye instead. “you’re like two’a me, man!” tall. big. eliot had already chomped through four guards to get here who weren’t exactly twigs. he shook his fists out and squared off, breathing heavily, “i got twelve minutes, le’s go, man.” it wasn’t like eliot didn’t think he could take him. he was just a little... frustrated.