#winterghost

[janeacular]

okay fine since bucky isn't allowed to kiss steve for what could have been the greatest little war tragedy, can he at least instead kiss ava disabledly. I'm asking for scraps here cmon you have the potential for a really great connection just pls don't botch their disability stories

[sunsetmaidenwrites]

Hi! In Your Eyes? 👀 (I have been down the Ava x Bucky rabbit hole before)

Hi! Thanks so much for asking me about this one. This is a rarepair that really captures my interest. I wrote a one shot for them not too long ago and have been wanting to write more. (I have a bit of an Ava Starr-agenda. She's made a few cameos in recent stories, too. I find her very fascinating!)

This one is a movie au based on an indie flick by the same name. It has a twin flames concept, with Bucky and Ava being strangers who can sense what the other one is feeling. Somewhat aware of this from an early age and not really understanding it, they've managed to shut the bond down and shut the other out.

But as they get older, both find themselves desperately lonely and at a crossroads needing a connection. Ava is trapped in a loveless marriage to a controlling man; Bucky can't seem to escape his troubled past. Feeling vulnerable, frustrated, and lost, their mental connection sparks back to life and they begin communicating with one another through their shared bond.

Here is a snippet (language warning):

After that visit, he’d gone back to his cell, huddled down on the hard lumpy cot that was his home for the foreseeable future and he’d sobbed. Deep, silent, shaking shudders. Surrounded by the moans and howls and cursing of his fellow inmates, the smell of piss, sweat and broken dreams hovering heavy in the air as he mourned every way he’d gone wrong. Every mistake he could never fix because every path set before him had always led exactly here.

If he didn’t die in this hell hole, it would be another. Alone and miserable, getting what Fate determined from the start he had coming. His hands clenched into fists, and he wished he could hit something…probably himself. He deserved it after the disappointment he’d seen in Steve’s eyes.

I’m sorry, his soul screamed, but who was he apologizing to? Steve? Becca? His Ma for turning out too much like his ol’ man? Or maybe…maybe there was someone else. Some distant aching memory he’d pushed and hidden away, never completely relinquishing though he’d refused to give it a name for fear it made him a madman. Carefully, in the depths of his misery and recrimination, he unfurled one hand, letting it rest listlessly by his side as he waited. He could do it. Just once, though it’d been years. He just had to concentrate, open his mind, pull the cord on his tightly shuttered heart and let the phantom light in. Gulping down breath, spit, and guilt, he opened his eyes and peeked into the void. There was nothing there. Just the peeling, cold unforgiving gray of the ceiling. No other pictures for his mind to cling and sift through, probably because he’d forgotten how to dream so long ago. But there was something…just beyond him. Out of reach. An itch. A tingle. A certainty that he wasn’t as alone as he insisted. I did it for you. His mind screamed, his fingertips twitching in desperate beckoning. Just once. One more time. One last time. And I’ll shut you out. I’ll never ask again. He swallowed hard, tears leaking from his eyes. He was 18 years old, and he’d already fucked up every chance at a decent life. Please. Then by some miracle he’d never understand—surely the imaginings of a fucked-up brain—he felt it. The flutter of fingertips, grazing the length of his own. Warm, safe, and capable as they traveled up the length of his fingertips, before flattening so they were hand to hand. His real palm and an invisible shadow palm that existed only in his mind but felt more fucking real than anything else he’d experienced. He felt the sliding sensation as fingers sank into the crevices of his and squeezed. Held on.

Bucky closed his eyes once more, the silent sobs abating as he sank into the serenity of the moment. A simple touch. Surely all in his head. But it didn’t let go. And neither did Bucky.

[sixwaystosundayao3]

Oh man, here goes nothing.

Here's a teaser from my FIRST STORY EVER (please be nice to me lmao) It's totally gonna be a slow process, but I've had parts of this story in my head for months so I figured might as well write it down. Still untitled, Bucky-centric Thunderbolts (MCU) with slow(ish) burn Bucky/Ava (because I need them to end up together. Like I NEED IT.)

As Ava enters the facility’s gym, she takes stock of the…interesting cast of characters before her. All of them seemed familiar in some way, she guessed she had either researched or run into each of them during her time with SHIELD.

A muscular looking blond man sits on a weight bench to her left, lifting some of the biggest dumbbells she’s ever seen. He flashes her a dazzling smile, and she recognizes him as the former Captain America. Walker, she thinks his name is. She heard he had been stripped of his title after murdering a man with the shield. Yikes, best to avoid him for now. 

Judging from the accents, the two bickering on the mats in the center of the room, a younger-looking woman and a middle-aged man, must have been former Russian special forces. She couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying, but they seemed close - in her line of work usually an interaction like the one she was witnessing would end in bloodshed, so she guesses they’re trading empty barbs. 

A woman sporting some horrific looking scars sits off to the side of the mats, observing those around her. Sensing a kindred spirit, Ava approaches her. She lowers herself to the ground next to the scarred woman - other than a brief glance of acknowledgement, the woman makes no move to start a conversation. They sit in silence for a few minutes, taking in their surroundings. It isn’t until then that Ava notices a lone figure propped up against the far wall, almost hidden in the shadows. The dark-haired man is dressed in black tac pants and boots, with a black leather jacket, as if he was intentionally trying to remain unseen. He stands arms crossed, a bored looking scowl on his face, as though he doesn’t want to be here. His eyes are locked on the two in the center of the room - occasionally one of them shouts something to him in Russian. So that must make him the third Russian on the team. When she signed on she was told the team was a “cooperative endeavor” between former Russian and American special forces. She finally turns to the woman next to her and extends her hand. “Hi there, I’m Ava. Former SHIELD.” The woman makes no move to shake her hand, but nods in acknowledgement instead. She responds in a thick Russian accent, “Antonia. Red Room.”

“Oh, you’re Russian? I assumed the three over there were the Russians,” she says as she gestures towards the two on the mat and the man in the corner. Antonia follows Ava’s hand with her gaze, then looks back at Ava. 

“Alexei and Yelena, yes. Barnes has a more…complicated history.” 

Hmm, that means the guy in the corner, Barnes, is an American. And from what she remembers from Valentina’s debrief, apparently he’s their commanding officer. As Ava and Antonia chat on the side of the mat, Walker finishes his reps and approaches Barnes, clapping him on the left shoulder playfully. As Barnes twists away, his neutral mask cracks for a moment to betray his discomfort with the gesture. So those two don’t get along. They exchange a few words, Walker lets out a boisterous laugh, and then he disappears into the locker room. Barnes seems to shrink further into his corner. 

Sensing she’ll get no further information from Antonia, Ava approaches the handsome man in the corner that everyone except her seems to know. The man flashes her a charming grin. “Hey, I’m Bucky” he drawls in a thick Brooklyn accent, holding out his hand. 

“Ava Starr” she shakes his hand with a smile. 

“You’re the only one here I haven’t worked with before, where you from?”

“I was SHIELD, until it collapsed a while back at least.” The man’s eyes widen and the color seems to drain from his face.

As if on cue, the burly Russian, Alexei, bellows as he approaches from the other side of the mat. “Come on Soldat, Yelena is tired of me. I want a rematch!”

“Alexei, I told you to stop calling him that!” Yelena snaps, now standing off to the side next to Antonia. Bucky appears even more uncomfortable, if that was even possible, as he looks nervously toward Ava. 

“I’m not…that isn’t…” he stutters, his confident swagger from a few moments ago disappearing as he suddenly becomes very interested in his boots. 

Ava senses his odd behavior has something to do with his background and why they’re all here. “Hey, I don’t judge,” she interjects. “You’re among friends here…” she spares a glance toward Alexei, “Or at least among peers. All of us have been forced to do awful things to survive. The world judges us enough, we shouldn’t judge each other as well.” When she says that, he flinches as though her words cause him physical pain. He finally looks up and makes eye contact, takes a deep breath, and gives her a shy smile. “Thank you, Ava. I really needed to hear that.”

In the short time Ava had been speaking to Bucky, Walker had returned from the locker room and seemed to be absolutely on board with Alexei’s need to battle for dominance or what-have-you. “Come on Buck, show him why you’re in charge.” Bucky grits his teeth and glances over at Yelena. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?” She smiles and shakes her head, shrugging. 

Bucky removes his leather jacket, folds it, and places it neatly on the ground, revealing a black and gold prosthetic arm. He begrudgingly makes his way to the center of the mat, where Alexei is making a show out of stretching. “Come on, comrade,” he quips as he approaches Alexei’s position, “let’s get this over with.” With that, Alexei barrels toward Bucky like a freight train. Bucky easily dodges out of the way and playfully boxes Alexei on the side of the head as he passes by. The man is surprisingly light on his feet for someone his size - he moves like water, gracefully setting himself into position for Alexei’s next move. Alexei turns, surprised, and resumes his advance. Again, Bucky dodges and parries. The routine goes on for several minutes, Bucky going from annoyed at the inconvenience, to amused, to grinning like the Cheshire Cat as Alexei tries and fails to strike him. Ava laughs. Bucky is toying with him. He may not have wanted to fight in the first place, but if he can’t avoid it he’s sure as hell going to enjoy it.

“Dzheyms, please just kick his ass so we can all move on with our day,” Yelena calls from the sidelines. Bucky turns and winks at her.

[starrbuckscafe]

Bucky and Ava both know a bit about being manipulated and used.

Falling for scams does hurt people, actually

TW: Human trafficking, SA, torture, discussion of scam farms

I see a whole bunch of people arguing that they would rather risk giving to a scammer than ignore someone's gofundme. I also see people saying things like "I can't believe some sick people are profiteering off genocide" and like, me neither, but I feel like you guys really don't understand who actually runs these kinds of scams and what they are.

Scams of noticeable scale-- like scam asks being sent from hundreds of accounts to every user on Tumblr!-- are typically related to organised crime in poor countries, not Susan from Milwaukee who wants a new coat and has no scruples. People get trafficked by gangs to scam farms in Asia and Africa where they're worked to the bone and tortured trying to get idiots in wealthy countries to part with their money. Genocide profiteering is pretty much the least evil thing these people do.

Here's a UN article on it. Obvious warnings for content related to human trafficking and SA.

When you donate to a scammer, you fund these organisations and give them a reason to exist. It's possible some of the fundraisers are legit. I honestly find it unlikely given I'm not seeing any from any other countries where urgent fundraisers would seem to have great reason to exist but which haven't captured the same level of attention on Tumblr-- the number of Sudanese, Congolese, Ukrainian, Burmese or Uyghur fundraisers in my DMs is a fat 0. In any case, there are safer ways to help.

If you want to help (which is great!) you don't have to take the risk of paying for human trafficking. Donate to legitimate charities which have the resources to safely and effectively ensure the money and help is getting to the right people. Funding human trafficking rings in Myanmar is not a good risk to be taking while trying to help.

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

If The Winter Soldier was in Task force 141 — Headcannons

(Aka: can somebody teach these dramatic bitches some communication skills)

Be warned, this has a lot more words than I was aiming for (around ~739). Feel free to send me an ask if you want me to expand on certain scenarios, or send a prompt with these two and I might make a oneshot/drabble!

Contains a brief mention of SoapGhost. This version of Bucky is post Endgame. SFW.

♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡

Nicky Fury, the therapist— and most importantly, the government— come to an agreement with the former Winter Soldier: with the Avengers fizzled out, the world needs heroes now more than ever. And so, finding an excuse to use Bucky's highly trained skills, they stick him in with Task 141, hoping the structure and team bonding will help aid his fractured mind, and hopefully dampen his grief in the process.

Ghost isn't keen on a new recruit. He doesn't like extra men to babysit, and he especially doesn't like being unsure of the rookie's capabilities. It doesn't take long for a silent feud to form between him and the newbie, who refers to himself as "Winter" for a call sign or just "Bucky" if he favors you.

Bucky, on the other hand, admires the leadership and protectiveness Ghost shows to his team. But despite that, he's just as cautious of his abilities— and more specifically: where his trust lies, between Bucky, who hasn't entirely yet merged himself with the team, and between the rest of 141, who share a rich history with the Sergeant.

In the first couple missions, Bucky finds himself frustrated with Ghost's orders. He's held the Sergeant title too, once— Hell, climbing the ranks practically required acting on command without any question. That is, until he was able to make his own decisions again. But Bucky had become accustomed to leading himself, or often following behind Steve (who knew more than anybody that telling him what to do didn't guarantee anything), not to mention the mess of Hydra and everything he did to detach himself from that life— So, he struggles with Ghost's authority, and begins to learn very quickly that challenging the non-red, skull-faced fucker is a bad idea.

On one particular morning, just a few days after their last big mission, Bucky wakes up with no arm. Fortunately for him, it's a familiar feeling of emptiness on one side. He later finds it on a shelf in the common room, displayed like a mantelpiece alongside various weapons, with a little skull etched into the bicep with black grease paint. The worst part? Ghost is the first person to sneak past him in decades. Dramatic motherfucker.

After that, Bucky finds a balance of respect and displeasure for Ghost, and works alongside him in unison. The rest of the team doesn't question his sudden change in attitude: some of them, too, had to get over that barrier, after all.

They bond over a share of books. Bucky spent a lot of his downtime before and after the army reading, and likewise with Ghost. Bucky owned a first edition of The Hobbit before he became a pawn for the Soviets, and Ghost is secretly jealous of it, having lost himself in fictional stories all the time growing up.

They also bond over their shared magnet for idiots. Specifically, idiot teammates with a tendency for causing trouble. Bucky ribs him for not making any moves on Soap, whereas Ghost defends himself with a quiet grunt and often changes the subject to something else.

The biggest thing they oppose on, however, is the subject of masks. Ghost is never seen without his, but Bucky almost never has it on unless they're on a mission, and even then, he occasionally opts out, mostly to blend in when necessary (and to help keep his memories at bay, not that he'd ever say it).

Typically, their favorite past time is sparring. Bucky has never found a non-human that can almost match him strength for strength, and Ghost likes knowing he can throw his all at Bucky without having to worry about the damage it could cause. It's the best training for the both of them; allowing their energy to drain, their skills to improve, and their banter to escalate until one of them is on top of the other, holding them down until a forfeit is called.

More than once, Bucky has been the one on the ground with his arms pinned. He claims he only admitted defeat to, "boost Ghost's ego so the miserable bastard can smile for once," but they both know it's not quite the truth.

They work as a good team and even better rivals. And though Bucky would never admit it out loud, after everything he's lost, he enjoys having an equal again. And Ghost, well... Ghost wouldn't mind keeping him around for a while, that's for sure.

That's all I've got for now! I have a NSFW headcannons draft for these two soldiers' x reader. Lemme know if that's something I should post ;D

[bbyboybucket]

One: That MCU page is prolly just spreading rumors and has no actual source behind the OG post but two: YELENA IS AROACE!!!!!! PLEASE DEAR GOD CAN WE RESPECT THAT??? And three: why are we shipping Bucky with Yelena when Ava Starr is RIGHT THERE???

[deepinthelight]

Ships With Bucky

Bucky x Wanda

Bucky x Ava

Bucky x Yelena

Bucky x Sharon

Bucky x Darcy

[sunsetmaidenwrites]

WIP Game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WiPs.

Thanks to @thatmexisaurusrex and @questinwitchface for including me! How fun! Some of my titles are truly atrocious, but here goes:

The Only Thing I'd Change-Chapter 5 wip (sambucky...but maybe more of a Sarah spinoff from the original story)

We Don't Talk About Bucky (sambucky)

Kindergarten Tracker (sambucky)

Just Like Heaven (sambucky)

WIP-FP1 (firstprince-Alex and Henry)

In Your Eyes (winterstarr-Bucky Barnes and Ava Starr)

Friends Don't add chapters (sambucky)

I believe this has already made the rounds, but I'll no pressure tag @siancore and @sygoflyy because I adore their stuff and I quick-peeked at their pages and didn't see that they'd answered the call yet. If anyone else hasn't been tagged and wants to be, consider yourself tagged or hit me up, and I'll do it all-official like. 💖

[sixwaystosundayao3]

Detective Yelena

Thanks to my ADHD, ideas just get blasted onto pages with no context. I'm working on compiling it all into a coherent story, but for now here's another snippet.

Ava was content for the first time in a very long time. She cherished the down time between missions, using every precious moment to discover who she was outside of being a super-powered assassin. SHIELD had never given her the time to be a child, so exploring her interests was a new and exciting opportunity. This particular day found her relaxing on her bed in her pjs, reading - a fairly recently discovered joy. 

She glanced up from The Hobbit, watching her partner, completely captivated by his own book across from her. Bucky lounged shirtless on the other end of her bed, dog tags clacking together softly as he shifted his weight and burrowed further into the pillows. She smiled. No one else got to see him this way, and she treasured these moments where she got to see the real Bucky, unashamed of his scars and experiencing the life he never got a chance to live. His phone buzzed on the bed between them. He marked his page, then set down The Silmarillion next to him, picking up the device. He barked out a laugh. “Look at what Sam just sent,” he turned the phone toward her, revealing a Buzzfeed quiz titled “Which Tolkien Elf Are You?” 

“Wow, he really knows you so well,” Ava giggled, “Who did he get?”

Bucky tapped out the question quickly, then rolled his eyes and chuckled as he read Sam’s response, “He said it’s for nerds only. He didn’t take it.” 

Suddenly Bucky’s head snapped to attention, eyes locking-on to the closed door. He could hear someone coming. Without missing a beat, he dove into her closet, sliding the door shut behind him as they both heard a knock. 

“Hey Avs,” Yelena called through the door, “Got a second?” Ava padded to the door, opening it only a crack. “Yeah, what’s going on Lena?” 

“I’m looking for Roboboss,” she said, using her goofy nickname for Bucky. “Have you seen him anywhere?”

“Hmm, not recently. Have you tried the kitchen? Gym maybe? I think he said he was going to be sparring with Walker or something today.” Yelena glanced over Ava’s shoulder, eyes locking-on to the two books sitting on the bed. 

“Huh, reading two books at once?” her eyes narrowed, “Quite the overachiever. Have I told you about the book club Dzheyms and I started? You should join. We’re actually reading that one now,” she said, as she pointed to The Silmarillion. Using every bit of her skill as an assassin, Ava tried to play completely aloof. 

“Oh...uh, yeah. I heard there’s a new season of that Rings of Power show coming out soon, so I wanted to catch up.”

“Cool. What part are you on?” Yelena asked, trying to catch Ava in a lie. Luckily Ava loved listening to Bucky wax poetic about Tolkien’s universe, even when she didn’t quite understand what he was saying. The way he lit up with excitement was contagious, and had been the reason she picked up The Hobbit in the first place.

“Well I just got to the part where Thingol sends Beren to steal a Silmaril from Morgoth.” 

Yelena smiled tightly, knowing in her gut when she was being lied to, but not having the evidence to prove it. “Oh yeah. Beren and Luthien. I ship them so hard, you know? So cute.”

“Yeah, absolutely.” Ava lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Well if I see Buck I’ll definitely let him know you’re looking for him.”

With that, Yelena turned to leave and Ava retreated back into her room, closing the door. Seconds later a rhythmic tapping began. Tap…taptap…tap Taptap…taptap Tap Taptap… Taptap…tap. Ava smiled and turned towards the closet. “Yeah, coast is clear. She’s gone.”

The closet door slid open and out tumbled Bucky, hair sticking up and looking disheveled from his abrupt escape. He held out his phone and scowled. Apparently he had used his closet time to take the quiz from Sam. “I got Maedhros.” 

Ava was familiar with the name from Bucky’s many synopses. She laughed at the irony. “Send it to me.” She had to fight to contain her smile when she ended up with Luthien. 

[1000-directions]

IF YOU THINK THAT I’M OKAY I PROMISE YOU THAT I AM NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[image description: a tweet from rotten tomatoes reading: “a thunderbolts movie is officially in the works at marvel with jake schreier set to direct. the supervillain led movie could include yelena belova, baron zemo, ghost, taskmaster, the abomination, us agent and the winter soldier.” below the text are pictures of yelena, zemo, ghost, and bucky. end id.]

[tinderbox210]

Ava and Bucky standing next to each other in the elevator...

Their shoulders might be touching...

Maybe they'll exchange a look, maybe even a word...

And that'll probably be the only interaction they'll have for the rest of the movie because I can’t have nice things for my ships.

Thunderbolts*

[tinderbox210]

It's happening!!!

Both Bucky and Ava will be in the Thunderbolts movie!!!

Winter Soldier and Ghost finally meeting (or meeting again, still my headcanon they knew each other at SHIELD/Hydra)!

I'm finally getting the Winterghost content I've waited for!!!

[ussthunderquack]

MCU Tea - Antis

Anti-Starks: 

Need some degree of professional help. At best, for an obsessive vendetta against a fictional character. At worst, for being Data’s evil brother Lore.

Anti-Cappers:  

Basically like the anti- “Twilight” people fifteen years ago, saying what to some degree needs to be said; but at some point, we must accept the fact that we’re bitching about a cheesy character from a franchise aimed at 12-16 year-olds. (Yes I’m a bombastic hypocrite here, I like my nerd rage.) 

Anti-Danvers

Largely incel Captain America stanboys, with a stunning lack of self-awareness. (”She's a Mary Sue in her one movie, that revolves around her being wrong; Steve Rogers is such a fantastic character, proving that a hero knows he’s always right!” And barf.) 

Other antis may have legit complaints about the character or actress, but still tend to veer into 

Anti-Maximoffs: 

Like the people in “Supersize Me!” telling us McDonald’s is bad; it’s like...You’re not wrong guys, but....I still enjoy the thing for superficial reasons anyway.  

Anti-Buckys: Comedic geniuses. 

One of the most intensley tragic characters in the franchise i here described as...

“...a convicted murderer Neanderthal” 

“a sad potato with horrible hair” 

“Binky,” “Bucket,” “Boinky”....

The first anti-Bucky posts I read on this site put me into an honest-to-god laughing fit where I couldn’t breathe.  I love Bucky. I ship him hard with Ava, Wanda and Tony (not at the same time). I adore Bucky. But dear god, his antis are so fucking hysterical, I’m sorry Bucky, but I have to join them in a laugh.  

Anti-Hawkeye: 

I feel you guys, but y’all are angry at nothing. Almost literally. Blint Barton basically stopped being a character when “Avengers: Age of Ultrasuck” demoted him from “Nat’s Obvious Love Interest” to “Already Married with Kids Teammate.” 

(Fun fact: “Blint” is a typo, but I’m leaving it in because I like it.) 

Yes, Clint is an abysmal ass-nugget in “Civil Fart,” but only because that movie is horrendously written. In every other movie after the first “Avengers,” Clint is a cardboard shell of his former self, grasping desperately at personality traits. By “Endgame” how can you feel anything, even pity, for this bland fucker, trying to be a dark samurai with anime hair at age 40? Having any excess energy to hate a character like that is like...having the excess energy to hate a 40-year-old man trying to be a dark samurai with anime hair. 

Anti-Team Cap:

Look, I hate MCU Steve Rogers, but y’all for real gonna condemn Ant-Man, Natasha, Falcon, and that tool with the bow no one cares about, because one horribly written movie that’s plot ran on nonstop idiot balls happened to chuck them onto “Team Cap” four years ago?  

And y’all give Bucky a free pass, even though onscreen he stands up to Steve and Blimp Barton less than “Wendy,” Nat, and Sam? And Scott Lang openly regrets it in “Ant-Man and the Wasp?” If they all wore mysterious raccoon eyeliner with sexy Bucky wigs, would you forgive them? 

Anti- Wanda’s Pancreas-Colored Dildo:

“Abusive to Wanda” ??? 

When? 

Where? 

How? 

Oh, right, “He’s Tonky’s lacky!” 

Okay, I playfully hate on the Viz from time to time, because his pointless existence interferes with my Scarlet-Ships (winterwitch and frostwitch). But actually having genuine anger and negativity to spare on the spleen in a spandex? 

If “Captain America: Civil Waste of Time” had not been made, and there were no “teams,” both Tony and Steve stans would realize just how dull of a “character” Wanda’s battery-operated-boyfriend truly is. 

Anti-Goots: 

Okay, you have got to be shitting me. 

But I have seen at least one non-troll post that had this tag. 

[littlekidsteve]

I swear that Darcy x Jimmy will be as rare if not rarer than Ava x Bucky (winterghost) why do keep doing this to myself 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ah to ship the untenable ship 😔

[thenihilistofthevoid]

“Midnight horizontal tangos, knowing Dio.” He snorted. “Thank you, I try to be tasty.” Saburo offers. “Ah... What do I smell like then?”

*reaches into the tear in reality & yoinks the man through* "WHAT THE FUCK?!" No questions, just get in there!! *shoves him into the cannon*

FIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

"Interesting... I forgot to close that reality tear I made earlier. Oh well, I'm sure nothing will- BANG "JESUS WEPT!" The black-haired man jumped, going into the crater. "A-Are you alright? That happens sometimes, don't know why. People get placed into the accelerator cannon and fired at me. Not sure why me in particular, but c'est la vie. I'm Saburo Kusanagi, what's your name?"

[fresh-oregano]

Bucky, to any of his partners:

If your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas, will you let the Winter come between holidays?