#withoutawar

[soviet-ghost-story]

[ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort.

It was the first sensation that Bucky felt that morning, as he was coming out of the depths of slumber. During his years as the Winter Soldier, he'd only slept deeply when he had been in the ice - training and missions and expectations had kept his sleep at the bare minimum, and terribly light. Before the war, and now, he had been a heavy sleeper, much to the chagrin of his father and sister growing up. He was grateful, usually, for the deep sleep, because it was only on the nights when sleep was fleeting that he had the worst nightmares. But this morning found him having slept strangely well, the night terrors silenced by the warm presence behind him in his bed. A gentle hand brushed up over his shoulder from behind him, soft and affectionate. Bucky was laying on his side, still coming to, but the warm touch elicited a slow smile from him. Fingers caressed delicately along the back of his neck, and lightly began to toy with the growing strands of hair at the back of his neck, sending light tingles down his spine. He was nude under the sheets aside from a pair of underwear, and he couldn't help the slight hum of appreciation at the sensation. "...G'morning, Steve..." he murmured fondly, his voice thick with the lingering effects of fatigue. It had been the first time Steve had shared his bed with him in a very long time...and the first time they'd utilized it well before turning in for the night. Under the covers, Bucky lowered an arm and reached back, resting his fingers against Steve's hip lightly. "...Feels good...like that, playing with my hair thing..."

#era: recovery #withoutawar #it's like the morning after glow #ship: stucky

[defectivexfragmented]

@withoutawar liked for a starter

It all should have come to an end with the collapse of Midland Circle; the Hand, the Black Sky, and himself. He should have died underneath the hundreds of thousands of pounds of concrete and rubble, buried along side of Elektra. As long as they were together in their last moment, arms wrapped around one another, he could accept this. He could go in peace. But there was no peace. There was pain, fire, and his screams of agony to keep him company as she slipped out of his arms until he was met by the force of shockingly cold water that kicked the breath of his lungs, dragging him down under into the darkness.

Once again, Matt barely crawled back from the edge of death and took refuge in the basement of the same church that raised him after he was orphaned, not knowing if the situation was ironic or poetic. Days slowly dragged by into weeks, wounds steadily healing until he could not take being cooped up a moment longer, slipping on a make shift version of his black suit and going out into the night.

But it wasn’t long before he realized the shadows were hunting him, skulking after him like hungry vermin. The Hand crawled out of the depths of hell in search of the next one they could turn into the Black Sky to complete their mission, apparently having their dark eyes set on him.

Matt hurried down the sidewalk with the hood pulled up over his head in an attempt to hide his identity, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Returning to the basement of the church wasn’t an option, especially not with the orphanage next door. There was one person he had in mind who he thought might be able to help him, whether it be laying low for a few days or getting him out of the city. A few quick turns and the footsteps that had been following him were gone, though he knew it wouldn’t be long before they found him again. He gave in and sprinted the last two blocks, right up to the door to knock almost frantically on it, everything coming out in a single breath as soon as it opened.

“Steve, I need your help.” He must be a sight to see standing on the Captain’s doorstep at this hour, covered in healing cuts and molted bruises. “Please.”

#withoutawar #muse: matthew - let the devil out - murdock #steve rogers - i thought you were smaller #v: black sky #hope this is alright! #let me know if you need me to change anything #~ queue and i remember budapest very differently ~ #personal blogs do not reblog

[toshapeshift]

@withoutawar​ : “ who do you fight for? ”

 —    —  ❝ I need you to understand, Captain . .  ❞  her voice was STRONG, and there was not a shred of hesitance when she spoke. in fact, there might of been a spark of anger behind her words due to the fact he felt it was necessary to ask such a question. mystique was, down to the bone, the definition of a mutant. everything about her screamed x gene, and it was the reason she still drew breath in her lungs. so when he asked, even if it was just to reaffirm what he already thought, she furrowed her brows. ❝ I will always pick mutants. Always. ❞ Just as she suspected he would have picked his superhero teammates over anyone else.

#withoutawar #ic.

[thisisntabackalley]

Massages Bucky’s shoulders.

Knowing it's Steve and his hands on his shoulders, it doesn't take his body long to relax, enjoying the soothing touches from his best guy.

"Mm, your hands are pretty magical, Steve. You treat all your girlfriends this nice?" It was a tease, something in between his own personality recovery stage and learning what sarcasm is in the new and modern era.

#withoutawar #//bucky woke up and wanted to be sassy today lol

[feathersofvibranium]

@withoutawar​ asked:

“Would that bother you?”

       “Steve, we’ve gone through worse. You should know the answer to that by now.”

#withoutawar #//hello hello #//im good with whichever verse you want for this :)

[whitesuited]

she isn't sure exactly what it is that gives her away -------- sitting alone and separated from everyone else certainly isn't new behavior, just like keeping quiet and chewing at her lip isn't out of the ordinary either. they're all the things she always does after a mission regardless of how it turns out; habits that she likes to think are under the radar and subtle enough for her to sit and stew whenever the situation calls for it without the rest of her team knowing.

but instead of using  that time for self - reflection, or as it's more often the case lately, getting in a good one - on - one round of beating herself up over all the things that went wrong, she's having to gather herself up as much as she can ( as much as she'll allow him to see ) and putting on a face that says she's perfectly fine.

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞   /   @withoutawar​.

her nose crinkles slightly ---------- as much of a crack in her mask as she wants to indulge in for the moment, even when she knows that steve's right. "i know you're not," that just might be the one thing they're going to agree on in this conversation she's not sure about the rest of it, and it's only just begun. "but you've got enough on your shoulders right now. you shouldn't have to add worrying about me to the rest of it. i'll be fine, i promise."

#withoutawar #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #hiiiiiii 🤍🤍🤍 #sharon vc : im fine #narrator vc : that was a lie she was not fine

[rejectory]

@withoutawar​: “it bothers you, doesn’t it?”

what? you thinking you’re slick hooking up with anita in empty conference rooms in a very literal sense and being oh-so-comfortable doing so right under tony’s nose?

’ don’t look at me. ‘

the urge to fuck-you captain america is just this side of insurmountable.

’ it’s a common policy, i didn’t come up with it. ‘

#withoutawar #TONY. #name a better soap

[chiimaera]

IT FELT LIKE THE HOURS WERE DRAGGING ON. she had always been able to fall into her work, let her tunnel vision take over and everything else seemed to fade into the background. that was until she had stupidly fallen in love. it was a mistake on her part, really. something that edward had seemed to enjoy reminding her whenever he had a chance. she fucking missed @withoutawar​ like he had simply kept a piece of her with him and there hadnt been a day that she didnt notice. edward had an undercover identity, one that had a girlfriend in new mexico who waited for his return doing whatever job it was he peddled to her. he had trained her, taught her everything she knew back when she was young and still raising zombies for the st. louis police chief. he was a sociopath, deadly and unfeeling—also her closest friend. so when he called her to fly overseas to help him with a job, she didnt hesitate. 

almost a month later, she was beginning to wish she had. the job wasnt blessed by SHIELD or the government, this was a favor to a man who still worked in the underbelly of society. which meant she had to cut ties with the outside world until the job was finished. it was easy for edward, his fake girlfriend ate up whatever he told her. steve wasnt some midwest housewife who sold pottery. she told him the bare minimum using their coded language, hinting that she was going off grid for business. as far as SHIELD knew, she was on bereavement in mexico and wouldnt be answering her phone.  “ ive never seen you so focused on a plane before. you only clawed my hand once, ” the blonde man teased. anita shot him an annoyed glance before looking back out of the taxi window. she felt nervous which was fucking stupid but there was no other way to describe it. she wasnt sure why her skin felt too tight, why she wanted to bounce her leg up and down. she felt completely unsettled, anxious. she had be in love before but it never felt like this. like she had been holding her breath for weeks and finally felt so close to oxygen that she couldnt sit still.  “ shut up. ” “ you act like your wonder boy wont be there, ” he commented, looking over his sunglasses with a serious stare and a smirk. protective, worried but masked with humor. thats how he operated. an outwardly serious edward means someone is dying. the necromancer didnt say a word, keeping her gaze at the passing trees. “ anita, hes going to be there. ” “ i know. ” he wasnt convinced. neither was she. by the time the taxi had made it to their apartment, she was felt like she was going to be that stupid woman in the movies who run to see their sweeties. she wasnt going to do that. anita grabbed her duffel off the ground in front of her, finally looking back at her friend. “ get out of new york, i dont want you causing any trouble, ” she warned with a smirk. the mercenary only laughed. “ only if i get caught. give wonder boy a kiss for me. ” right, moment of truth. she rolled her eyes, swallowing down her nerves and the joke when she closed the taxi door. fear of abandonment, thats what her therapist called it. her mother, her father, her ex-fiancé, pretty much eighty percent of the men shes dated. there would always be the traitorous voice in her head that whispered years of insecurity into her ear. reminding her that her job, her lifestyle, her magic, her avoidant attachment style ( thank you dr. lee for that wonderful revelation ) is what made everyone leave. after all the conversations theyve had, the trust they built, there was still a part of her that feared that this was be what broke it. leaving with little notice and a coded voicemail for a little over a month, no communication allowed— this would be the last straw. fuck. her heart was sinking her into stomach as she stepped off the elevator. each step forward felt like she was walking into her own demise. thats what love was, wasnt it? using your own knife to cut yourself open then hand it to someone and hope they dont finish the job. she needed to get back to therapy. when she finally stood at the door, she pulled her keys from her jacket pocket, putting them into the door. the dread was setting in. did he move out? was he just going to cut and run when he got the chance? did bucky know? her mind didnt get farther than that, she barely got to turn the deadbolt before it was push open along with the other bottom lock. her apartment door swung open, steve standing there with a look on his face she didnt think shes ever seen before. it was hard to describe and it left her staring with her eyes wide. all those negative thoughts completely vanished, replaced with a warming sensation her chest and a little confusion. “ steve— ” two steps and his hands were grasping her head, his mouth found hers and it felt like home. the smell of his cologne, the feel of his hands, the taste of him on her tongue, the familiarity of his energy that surrounded her. she wanted to drown in it. her duffel bag had been long dropped. her hands grasped his shirt, pulling herself as close as she could without disrupting the way she licked into his mouth, kissing him like it was her last. hell, she hadnt even had the chance to kiss him goodbye. this was way too much kissing for her hallway.  some semblance of self control edged its way into the lovey dovey brain fog, allowing anita to pull back, pressing her forehead against his. there was a hundred things she wanted to say, most of them funny. yet she looked up at him, remembering how scared she was before. how silly it was to even think that steve rogers wouldnt still be exactly where he said he was always going to be. with her.  “ i love you, ” she mumbled with such raw sincerity that it was hard to believe that came out of her mouth. it was enough to make her face warm, burning pink to the tips of her ears. fuck, she was a goner.

a smooch for anita because we miss her <3

#vi. answered #xxxvi. character ;; anita #win #withoutawar #BABE I MISS YOU #ANITA MISSES STEVE SO MUCH #DEF REPLY TO THIS IF YOU WANT #ANITA IS AWAKE HOLY CRAP

[soviet-ghost-story]

DELIRIUM : receiver wakes up to sender’s relief, only for receiver to not believe it’s really sender (that they’re imagining sender or that they don’t think sender would come for them) or that they’re finally safe. 👀👀

Then finish it.

'Cause I'm with you to the end of the line. He remembered those words. Those were the last things he remembered before the helicarrier disintegrated around them. He didn't recall the plummet into the murky Potomac below - he didn't recall the feeling of his left hand closing around the battered leather harness, he didn't recall dragging himself and him to shore, nor anything else that happened after those ten words left his lips. HYDRA had used ten words to destroy and control, force compliance.

He had used ten words to destroy everything that HYDRA had done to him for the past seventy years. The first thing he knew was the darkness, and the cold, sterile smell of a medical facility. The smell alone was enough to trigger fear within him, a fluttering panic, but his body was unwilling to move - heavily sedated - which did nothing to curb the panic. This, he remembered well. Waking up in a cold, unfeeling place, the sound of beeping and devices monitoring his vitals while he returned to life from suspended animation. Soon enough, when his eyes opened, he would be faced with unfamiliar doctors and scientists hauling him off of the metal gurney, into the Chair, where he was receive the words and his mission. The panic and fear skyrocketed; he could feel his pulse quicken, could hear the beeping of the monitor increase as it did so - but still, he couldn't move. He wondered if he was restrained, but he felt nothing but - Softness. A somewhat unyielding mattress beneath him, but thin, warm blankets, soft socks on his feet. Beyond the sound of the machines monitoring him, he thought he heard music - music - the gentle voice of Jo Stafford singing up to him from somewhere nearby. He wondered if this was a trick - and slowly, he opened his eyes, knowing that there was only one way to be certain if HYDRA had found him and dragged him back. The room was typical of hospital rooms - the blinds were closed, not letting in the sunlight, and the television was on, but it was muted. A couple of chairs and a padded seat ran along the side of the window near his bed, and tall cabinets which likely held supplies or personal effects were across from him. The music was coming from an MP3 player or a cellphone nearby, but he saw no one who it belonged to at first. A tube draped across his nose - oxygen supply - and there was an IV placed in his arm supplying him with a steady drip of fluids and medication, no doubt. His left arm was free, and his body ached - but he didn't feel pain. Slowly, he turned his head, finally finding the will to fight against the sedative enough to move something. When he did, his long hair fell across his face - it had been washed at some point, and brushed, though it was messy from his being unconscious for so long - and he saw him standing in the doorway with a sandwich in one hand and a coffee in the other. His handsome face was still bruised and battered, bandages were still in places on his brow and on his arm, but he was wearing street clothing, rather than a hospital gown... And all Bucky Barnes could do was stare at him for a long moment as he processed the entire situation around him. They'd fallen from the helicarrier, after that brutal fight - he knew that much. And somehow...he found it impossible to imagine that he could be here, in this place, away from HYDRA, away from everyone who had ever hurt, used, and abused him, being cared for, while Steve Rogers watched over him with Jo Stafford singing gently from his mobile phone. His pulse still raced - but it was no longer from panic or fear. He'd not felt anything close to hope for an impossibly long time - longer than he had ever been Bucky Barnes, for certain. Even now, he was afraid to let himself hope, to think that he could ever be safe, that he could ever face what he'd done, that he'd almost killed Steve, that they wouldn't come for him again or that this wasn't all an elaborate trap. And yet, for the first time since they had locked eyes on that damaged bridge in combat, there was something more than blank determination or rage in his gaze. Recognition. "....S...Steve?"

#withoutawar #era: after the fist of hydra #ship: stucky

[defectivexfragmented]

1-800-HOT-LAWYER (oh this isn’t a phone sex service for crime kink? damn well let’s hear the advice then)

Send “1-800-HOT-LAWYER” and your muse’s name for advice from Matt! This is open to everyone. Multiple calls are encouraged.

Be aware, you might not like the advice you get.

“I have to say, you are the last person I would have expected to call me looking for legal advice. I’m guessing Tony Stark’s lawyers dropped you because of the Sokovia Accords? My partner and I are already working on an appeal to the courts that the Accords are actually an imminent danger to the people who are not vigilantes...or in your case, a superhero. Off the record, I would recommend you stay off the radar until there is a decision is made regarding the Accords. You have my number if you need me for anything. Like I said, just lay low for now. I get given who you are that might be hard but just make the attempt.”

@withoutawar

#withoutawar #hot lawyer advice #I'm sorry #this is crap

[astraloutlaw]

@withoutawar​ liked this starter call. 

“i think you did the right thing.” the statement comes so easily to him. he’d stayed behind temporarily to help make sure the earth gets back on track and he’s not unaware of everyone having their own, often mixed, opinions on steve giving sam the shield. peter has no doubt it was the right thing. steve has lost enough; peter wouldn’t risk anything further in his shoes either. “i know that probably doesn’t mean much comin’ from me, but i wasn’t sure you’d heard it much, so. for what it is worth, you did the right thing.”

#withoutawar #╰ * ★ ｀ VERSE. / the world is cold but it’s beautiful.

[thisisntabackalley]

@withoutawar sent in: 

Massages Bucky’s shoulders.

In all honesty, he’s had longer days. However, that does not stop a bad day from going worse--even though his present days seem like child’s play compared to what he’d endured before. But children can have bad days too.

He was bemoaning things that had gone wrong, his decisions that led to ill-fated trouble, accidents, missing opportunities, all without realizing the heavy burden he’s now setting on Steve’s shoulders with his ranting. 

Before he realized that, he was surprised by the sturdy, large hands that had started to work the knots away in his shoulders. His breathing caught in his throat for a moment, wanting to apologize for monopolizing Steve’s time but those hands--he instantly felt at ease, the troubles melting away. He caved and told himself to relax, to enjoy the touches from someone who clearly cares a lot about him. 

    “Steve.. thank you.” His voice soft, almost inaudible, as eyes close for the moment.

#withoutawar #//im determined to have *something* nice for our guys lol

[starsinshadows]

@withoutawar​ could give him a little credit...           “…This is another one of those moments where it really doesn’t matter what I have to say, isn’t it?” @ Tony Stark

     “That depends on if you’re planning on deferring to my obvious expertise on the subject, or if this is going to be another one of those situations where every stubborn bone in your body has to rail against anything unfamiliar,” he pointed out, not waiting for Steve to specify which of the two it was going to be - he had his suspicions. “It’s going to be a good time, I give you my word, and as long as you don’t throw any senators off of the building, it’ll be over before you know it. If you hate it, we’ll make early excuses and come up with our own after party.”

#⭐tony stark; interactions #⭐tony stark || the truth is i am iron man [v.main] #withoutawar

[feathersofvibranium]

Okoye starter for @withoutawar

“Ah, Captain Rogers. I have heard much about you but I suspect that is a line you have been told for far too many times to be enjoyable for you by now.”

The general grinned contently. “Have you gotten a chance to go see Wakanda in all her glory yet? With a special someone on your arm, I mean, at your side, I presume?”

#withoutawar #//she’s so damn sassy and I love her so much aahh #//I’m thinking this is during the uh infinity war visit before shit hit the fan #//and steve with bucky of course lol

[sevencfswcrds]

@withoutawar​ asked:  looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips || MUNINN | Different kinds of kisses || ACCEPTING

They’re- explosive, Muninn can admit. They’ve both tempers, they’re both passionate and stubborn, neither willing to back down often. Still, they always find where they fit with one another again, even if it takes time, or they’d lashed out in word and feeling. 

This is a between-moment, the air still tense and still between them, after a clash but before the healing of it, and Muninn- 

She has always known when Steve’s eyes are on her, even when she isn’t watching. They’re a heat, a weight she knows like almost nothing else. 

And so it’s a little intentional, maybe, when she finally looks back to meet his gaze, the grey gone stormcloud-dark. He’s half a room away, but it feels as though it could be an ocean, and yet it feels like it could only be inches all in the same moment. Slowly, she tips her head to one side, not blinking- 

And then she drops her gaze lower, to lips gone red from his teeth worrying them, not bothering for subtlety. 

The tension between them is like the edge of a blade, and she’s always been one to play with fire. He’s gone still like stone, as she watches his mouth-sinks her one teeth into her lower lip as she does. 

And the air between them just about ignites. He moves with a preternatural grace, when he wants to, her supersoldier, and he’s across the room in a heartbeat. Muninn doesn’t so much as blink, but as his hand sinks into her hair, tugs her head back, she finally looks to meet his gaze, a grin, sharp and half to wild flickers onto her features. 

And then he’s kissing it off of her- brutal thing, bruising as his mouth slants over hers, and Muninn surges up, pulling at his grip to move closer, even as his other hand shifts to hold her jaw. He licks into her mouth like a man possessed, and the Seer hums, her nails digging into his hips as she holds him fast. 

Far more productive than the silent brooding, she thinks, and if she’s lucky, that will be her last thought for a while. 

#withoutawar #[ withoutawar dynamic: muninn x steve ] between the wars we laughed don't wake me yet #[ answered asks ] now we see what we're gonna regret #[ muninn verse: main ] i'm addicted to the fire i'm addicted to the fever #[ i love them ur honor ]

[particlexxdealer]

@withoutawar sent 📜 for an incorrect quote {accepting}

#answered asks #withoutawar #edits; #(i had a sec between classes for this one lol) #(ill legit do more later) #(the stress scott emits sometimes lmao)