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I’m crying Lalalala

'Trying to make a move just to stay in the game,

I try to stay awake and remember my name,

but everybody’s changing and I don’t feel the same’

(Keane - Everybody’s Changing)

Bucky Barnes - after the fall, before the arm - a frazzled brain, trying to hang on to his last few memories before Hydra erases them.

Honor him, make him proud.

i’m in a constant state of bucky barnes

3% human 97% best friends since childhood bucky barnES AND STEVE ROGERS WERE INSEPARABLE ON BOTH SCHOOLYARD AND BATTLEFIELD 

or someone else will.

*slams fists on table* Where the hell is Bucky Barnes *knocks over cups* are people being nice to him *jumps on table* IS HE GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP

imagine Bucky holding Steve who almost looks white, with his uniform covered in blood and blue eyes that were so bright once now foggy and teary and even though he knows it’s over he whispers to him “It’s okay punk, you had them on the ropes”.

Who hurt you

your brain waves are more regular, your chemistry more pure

What happened to you?

if you’re thinking of letting me go then it’s time that you do.