“My dreams are the worst I’ve ever had. Images of the Winter Soldier fold in on each other… I see things I forgot happened. Like a door unlocking in my mind. Torture.. Slaughter.. And training others in their use..So much horror.. I wake up vomiting. And don’t feel much better afterwards. My bad dreams linger..but I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

Once I was here Once I was somebody’s friend Once I appear I will be real once again (x)

the rest of the world was black and white

but we were in screaming colour

and I remember thinking 

are we out of the woods yet? 

I don’t want Steve to die but I can’t wait to see Bucky as Cap.

we’ll end up on that bridge again someday

Been So Long PT I

See Prologue here.

Three Weeks Earlier…

The shaggy black wig made her head hot in contrast to the sharp, cold wind blowing in her face. She stared at the sea ahead, her gaze fixed anywhere and nowhere as the cobalt blue waves crashed against the wet shore. She’d burned up one last identity to get there, a borrowed one Fury had set up for her to get out with little problem.

A redhead left a Georgetown apartment in the night, a black haired woman entered Dulles International with a ticket to Edinburgh.  Paris had too many memories, London was out (and one Avenger there was enough), but Scotland was a good place to get lost in. This city had many corners, may winding paths, many levels, and the people were friendly and not inclined to question you too much.

She had been there before, a long time ago in her Red Room days on a mission with…no. Best not to think about it or him right now. 

 Her phone buzzed, a message from Clint checking in. She typed a quick response that she’d arrive, things were fine, and how he’d hate the cold, but if she were feeling nice she’d send him some real Highland whiskey. He knew why she left, why she needed to sort things out abroad, he too had to figure out his next steps and someone had to keep an eye on Rogers. She’d read Clint in enough on the Winter Soldier incident, just enough, to warrant the archer keep a distant on Steve should he choose to pull that string. 

She put her phone away and walked up the path to the road, past the docks, past Holyrood, and further up High Street until somewhere on the corner of George IV Bridge she saw someone in the crowd far too familiar, despite the baseball cap he wore. 

Why was he here? she wondered.

As quickly as she spotted him, his gaze turned and locked on her, and she knew he saw past the wig and there was recognition. She murmured a curse in Russian and ducked backwards, weaving through a small crowd of tourists and into St. Giles Cathedral.

She wasn’t sure which Winter Soldier she was dealing with, but as she slunk behind a tabernacle and unsnapped the cover of the pouch holding a small, sharp knife at her belt, she swore she’d be prepared either way.

“But you’re keeping the outfit, right?”

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by celestiasexual

Bucky likes Steve’s Captain America outfit.

Words: 453, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 15 of Stucky Drabbles

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tether

Hit Me And It Felt Like A Kiss ღ  A Buckynat fanmix [here]

Jim raised me up. He hurt me but it felt like true love.

"There are things from the Winter Soldier days that I’m just remembering. Weapons left in the field… dangers I can still prevent. I think maybe that’s the path… a way to the redemption I’ve been looking for.” — Fear Itself #7.1 (Vol. 1) 

this guy was so awesome and excited to take this pic with my little cap

Con haul. ^_^

New York Comic Con 2014

'til the end of the line, pal