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   There was a roar of sound in Steve's head, nothing he could really manage to sift through. All he really knew was that he'd woken up that morning and the designs were still there, winding in dark, precise lines around the very distinct name written over his heart. James.

   He walked through the kitchen area -- more of a postage stamp than a damn kitchen -- and pulled the sleeves of his jacket up over thin shoulders. It didn't offer much in the way of heat, but that really wasn't the point. It was more of a thoughtless, repetitive gesture due to years of wearing too-big clothes. Steve didn't think anything of it -- didn't think of much beyond the words on his chest. Not the outside world, not headlines slashed over the front of the papers downstairs (or mostly -- Steve had a hard time forgetting those), not the neighbors.

   "Can I see yours?" The name, the marks. It wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last.

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@xsergeantxbarnesx | continued from here

Toni couldn’t immediately tell the difference between the Soldier and James.  She understood that they were both halves of the person that she loved, and she accepted that.  But hearing him speak Russian to her, she knew that she was dealing with her soldier.  Kissing him back hungrily, her pulse fluttered under his hand and she swallowed gently.  

“Never”  She whispered back, willing it to be true.  It was hard though, knowing that the soldier was an assassin who could end her life without much effort.  But he was also her James, the man she had come to love.  She believed despite her fear that he would do nothing to hurt her.  Pressing a kiss to his forehead, she whispered.  “Never моя любовь.” 

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    *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ The  life  of  a  hunter  is  a  volatile  ,  dangerous  and  unpredictable  thing.  Unpredictable  to  the  point  in  which  Dean  Winchester  and  the  rest  of  his  kind  stare  death  in  the  face  every  day.  Sometimes  it  loses  ,  and  sometimes  it  wins.  Waking  up  in  some  grubby  little  motel  in  a  long  line  of  many  ,  the  Winchesters’  morning  routine  is  one  of  the  only  predictable  things  about  the  day.  Take  a  shower.  Get  dressed.  Have  coffee  and  a  very  unhealthy  breakfast.  And  everything  else  from  that  point  is  completely  up  in  the  air  —  a  simultaneous  blessing  and  curse.  Everything  can  change  the  moment  Sam  looks  up  from  his  laptop  and  mutters  those  two  little  words.     “  Get  this———  ”     Another  strange  death  ,  and  the  brothers  hurry  to  question  a  witness  in  the  usual  fed  get-up.  The  guy  is  a  little  weird  ,  definitely  stoned  ,  but  soon  informs  them  of  a  man  seen  dressed  ‘  like  his  grandpa  '  choking  the  life  out  of  his  neighbor.  There  was  a  red  light  ,  and  his  watch  stopped  as  his  neighbor  is  said  to  have  aged  before  his  eyes.  This  is  a  new  one  for  the  Winchesters.  Upon  leaving  the  place  ,  Dean  is  sceptical.  “  C'mon  ,  Sam.  Are  we  really  gonna  take  the  word  of  a  guy  who  was  higher  than  a  kite  at  the  time  ?  ”      The  younger  Winchester  suggests  doing  more  research  ,  and  it  doesn't  take  long  to  find  an  article  detailing  that  the  New  York  town  had  a  history  of  inexplicable  deaths  in  the  same  manner.  In  1937  ,  three  deaths  had  been  attributed  to  '  spontaneous  combustion.  '  In 1957  ,  three  people  died  from  '  severe dehydration.  '  And  in  1977  ,  another  three  bodies  were  found  with  '  leathery  decay.  '  And  it  went  on.  Three  deaths  every  twenty  years.         After  learning  a  surveillance  skill  or  two  from  Frank  ;  the  world's  most  paranoid  tech  expert  ,  Dean  hacks  into  the  town's  security  camera  feeds  and  skips  to  the  area  the  last  victim  was  found.  The  fedora-wearing  dude  eventually  shows  up  on  the  video  feed.  From  there  ,  it  doesn't  take  long  to  find  out  his  old  address.  After  a  few  hours  of  sitting  in  front  of  the  place  with  binoculars  and  typical  brotherly  quarrelling  with  Sam  ,  the  guy  finally  leaves  and  quickly  vanishes  from  sight.     “  C'mon.  You  go  'round  back.  I'll  take  the  alley.  ”     “  What's  the  plan  here  ,  Dean  ?  ”     “  Don't  die.  ”     Dean  gets  there  first  —  just  in  time  to  clock  the  stranger  in  the  alley  ,  his  hand  wrapped  around  someone's  throat  as  the  pair  glowed  blinding  crimson  and  the  victim  shrivelled  up  like  a  raisin  in  the  sun.  “  Hey  !  ”  The  hunter  charges  toward  the  hideous  scene  with  no  elaborate  plan  in  mind  other  than  to  just  attack  the  guy  and  as  the  strange  red  light  emitting  from  the  man  grows  even  brighter  ,  Dean  tackles  him  to  the  ground.  Sam  arrives  just  in  time  to  see  his  brother  and  the  man  vanish  into  thin  air.  Oblivious  to  what  has  happened  Dean  continues  struggling  with  the  man  ;  catching  sight  of  a  ring  on  his  hand  that  appears  to  resemble  an  infinity  loop  symbol  ,  before  the  guy  slips  from  his  grasp  and  takes  off  into  the  night.  And  only  then  does  the  hunter  pay  attention  to  his  surroundings.      —————  What the hell  ?     He's  in  a  street  that  looks  like  something  straight  out  of  a  noir  movie  ,  and  his  watch  has  stopped.  Exiting  the  alley  ,  Dean  wanders  the  streets  for  a  few  minutes  in  a  mix  of  confusion  and  awe.  Scanning  the  area  slowly  ,  he  tries  to  take  it  all  in.  Old  cars  ,  a  tailoring  house  ,  the  few  people  around  wearing  clothes  ,  well  ...  like  Dean  imagines  his  grandpa  would've  worn.  Where  the  hell  is  he  ?  He  glances  down  another  alley  to  see  a  shadowy  figure  there  —  smaller  than  the  assailant.  “  Hey  ,  uh  ...  kid  ?  ”  The  hunter  pauses  when  he  gets  close  enough  to  see  the  stranger's   face.  Looks  like  he  went  ten  rounds  with  a  chainsaw.  “ ...  You  okay  ?  ”  @purosdecorazon  @xsergeantxbarnesx

[mightyfinebamf]

randomly @xsergeantxbarnesx: ~ Soldier: 76 reporting in ~

[text: Reyes] You gonna be back late tonight? guess I’ll keep the bed warm for ya

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“It’s not safe, being with me.”

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“You think that bothers me?”

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     After her overseas experience years ago, Adri didn’t think any sort of domestic life was possible. That she carried far too much baggage, making her almost unlovable. Her physical state wasn’t what most people found aesthetically appealing either. Metal limbs, covered in tattoos, as well as being tall and muscular. But succumbing to stereotypes was never her thing anyway.

     Despite all of her concerns, those unrealistic doubts, here Adriana was. The mechanic had found someone she truly loved and someone who loved her. Someone who accepted her, heavy baggage and all. Her bed was always warm and her heart was always full. It was a nice change for the woman. She didn’t feel so alone now.

      Bucky and Adri had come from a similar backgrounds. The two bore their own battle scars, having each found during a time of war. The man had been in the Army, while the mechanic had served in the Marine Corps. Their loss of limb and love of fixing cars brought them together and it wasn’t long before love followed. 

      Adriana laid beside Bucky, her fingers drawing invisible hearts on his metal arm. It was a habit of hers, especially when she was lost in thought. The cool feel of the metal was soothing; familiar. It kept her anxious heart from leaping out of her chest. “Te amo,” she whispered.

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“Yeah. about that...” Steve winced, glancing at the kitchen before facing the brunet again. “I might burnt it really bad, that I need to throw them away. The pot I used is also...well,” he sighed, feeling guilty for not paying enough attention when making the dinner. Bucky was too nice to begin with, honestly. “I’m really sorry about this, Buck.”

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Do I Follow Them?: Absolutely!

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because honestly, Bucky and MJ could have such interesting conversations and they can go protest together

Do We Role Play?: Yes, I just suck at doing my drafts!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: ALWAYS

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Any and all, I always love AUs

A Song For Our Muses: I think ‘Hero of War’ by Rise Against is something that could get to both of them

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“The thought is mutual.”

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@xsergeantxbarnesx STARTER.

there was a first time for everything, right? except this wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t going to be the last. it seemed no matter what he did he couldn’t get his son to settle down, no amount of rocking or awful singing was lessening his cries and even tony needed to sleep - he was a guy that could go days without sleeping but he could feel the bags under his eyes growing now. 

looking over to bucky with his nose wrinkled, he gently rocked his son in his arms. he bit his lip and sucked up his pride as he slowly made his way over towards the other man. “do you think you could lend me a hand?”

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[1940's AU]

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Tony was anxious, to say the least. His father invention had been malfunctioning for the past few days, and Howard, of course, was dead set on show casing it regardless. The dark haired man was pacing nervously just outside his father's exhibit, his thumb stuck in between his lips. He knew was going to end badly and hurt Howard's gigantic ego, he just didn't want to be around for the after math. A sigh escaped Tony's lips as his hand dropped to his side and he turned to walk into the exhibit, his body slamming into another larger, thicker one. A muttered apology came from smaller man and he stuck his hands out so he could steady the brunet in front of him, dark eyes shifting up to meet crystal blue hues. "Uh, are you okay?"

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I'm just quietly stalking your blog (too scared to approach ;~; ) but Happy Birthday! hope you have a great day!

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@xsergeantxbarnesx | continued from here

“You thought I would be taller?”  She raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on her hip and cocking her head at him.  “Well, the suit makes me the same height as Steve, so I suppose I understand the confusion.”  Leaning forward, she narrowed her eyes.  “Why exactly are you going to kill Mr. Perfect anyway?”

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@mightyfinebamf I’m starting to miss my Gabe blog after writing this xD

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Bucky’s version of the serum may have given him some enhanced abilities and moderate accelerated healing but it did not get rid of the ability to get drunk even if it takes awhile. When the nights are bad, nightmares plague his mind and he can’t stop the Soldier’s voice in his head he drinks until he can’t hear him. This is his curse until he realizes without him there’s no Soldier and without the Soldier, there is no Bucky. One can’t live without the other.

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