#jbbarnes

[maimedaffair]

@jbbarnes   ▐ bucky &* steve , circa wwii

when steve single-handedly returned to camp with the rest of the missing unit , everything became a whirlwind of activity. all of the soldiers were checked &* steve was whisked away to give a full report on everything he'd seen &* what had happened behind enemy lines. HE HASN'T HAD A SECOND TO BREATHE. it's an honor &* he's glad to do it , but there's only really been one thing buzzing in his brain since he got back &* was swiftly separated from everyone ----- he wants to see bucky. see with his own two eyes how he was doing. it wasn't enough to just get him here -- he needed to set eyes &* hands on him. actually catch up without everyone surrounding them. god knows the walk here hadn't been adequate.

peggy seemed to be the only one who grasped why steve could possibly be antsy around about the fourth hour of debriefing. with trust in the both of them a new foundation to build upon , she couldn't cut in too early. when she does -- he barely catches what she's using as a reason for needing him -- he's quick to hop to his feet &* give a formal goodbye &* goodnight to the higher-ups. she leads him to a tent he doesn't recognize -- it's new &* similar enough to the captain's that steve's clueless as he simply goes where she points. inside , baby blues land on bucky like a magnet.

❛   buck ---- ❜ it's barely a whisper before just a few long strides have him at his friend's frame. he doesn't hesitate to draw him into a tight hug. it's strange , hugging him now -- bucky's shorter &* thinner than steve when it had always been the other way around. his long arms envelop him where he'd once had trouble reaching all the way around. maybe it has only been four or so hours since steve last saw him , but he spent too long thinking he was dead. he hasn't had a second to actually hold him &* convince himself he was real. that anything he'd done to get him back was real. ( he still feels the uncertainty -- maybe he died jumping out of that plane. hell , maybe he died getting that serum. everything since then has been weird &* out of body. )

#jbbarnes #muah love u nasdjkf #STEVE › 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒍𝒚𝒏 ⊹˖ ࣪

[awbarnes-no]

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" You don't have to worry about me . . . honest. " As if she actually thought her dad wasn't going to worry about her. The injury was enough to lay her up for a few days, but she had never really been good at staying put. " It'll be fine in a few days and I can get back out there. "

#jbbarnes #//hope this is alright. let me know if it needs changing

[zapasnoysoldat]

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"'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here. The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it with you." The words escape Luka before he can truly overthink them and blue eyes find their way down to his hands. It's the first time he's allowed a glimpse into what Bucky means to him. But so much has changed since the other man walked back into his life. God knows what will happen next. Maybe it's time for a little risk.

#jbbarnes #( universe / main ) every lie you've ever been sold. the greatest story ever told.

[tsarnvoiny]

if you didn't know any better , just from how anya moved about the house , you'd think it was christmas morning. it might as well have been for the teenager as she quickly dressed for the day.

the day , which happened to be her first day on going on routes with her dad. she'd been practically begging to go with him and finally . . it was determined that she was ready to start going with. she really was. anya was focused when she wanted to be . . . and she had always wanted to be out there with her dad. so much in fact that she was determined to do everything right.

she made sure all her hardy clothes were ready , packed her bag , and woke up early to make breakfast and even coffee. she'd just finished packing some little snacks when she heard footsteps , and smiled with pride before stashing the snacks , and reaching to fill the old thermos with hot coffee.

❛ i checked , double checked , and triple checked , everything i need is packed and ready to go. ❜

▬ @jbbarnes .

#✡ / 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚆 . . . v.zombies. #jbbarnes #felt like writing a starter for what we were talking about

[brooklynbred-moved]

jbbarnes : “I’m not hurt.”

while it calms the blonde down slightly , it doesn't answer many of his questions. but at least he can cross off making sure bucky was physically okay , now leaving him with the task of figuring out what happened. nodding with one more quick look over , steve backed up to the door of his home , glancing outside to make sure nobody had followed the brunette , before closing and locking the door.

" okay . . so you're not hurt. " he reasoned , looking over bucky just one more time before moving to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. wasn't really the hour for it , but he had a feeling he was going to be up for the night. " so should i be askin who is? " he gave bucky a pointed look. " what's goin on buck? "

#★ the soldier. the man out of time. [ ic ] #jbbarnes #to be logged.

[hopeful-daydreaming]

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #marvel #sebastian stan #james buchanan barnes #jbbarnes #captain america #iron man #black widow #hulk #spiderman #falcon #falcon and the winter soldier

[brooklynbred-closed]

@jbbarnes: [ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

He had been about to call the order to regroup, to get the HELL out of there when Bucky moved to push Steve out of the way. It should have been the other way around. Steve's shield could block enough for the BOTH of them. In theory at least. But his first instinct when the Captain was shoved out of the way, was to make sure that BUCKY was okay.

His gaze SNAPPED to where he had once been standing, and where Bucky now stood, between the blonde, and whoever was advancing on them. " Bucky . . . Come on. We gotta regroup. It's not worth the loss. "

#⍟ 《 answered. 》 #jbbarnes #i hope this works #i'm sorry for the quality #but yay!!! my boys!!!

[madeofmarblex]

@jbbarnes pressed the ♥

Not having places to be or things to do was something foreign to Natasha, and there were points when it didn't sit well with her. Sure, she tried to fill her time with things that made her not realize all the free time she'd suddenly acquired, and yet that would only entertain her for small pieces of time. The unfortunate part of the free time was that she was almost always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Surely, something was going to offset the peace that had suddenly found her. "How do you keep your sanity in the quiet?"

#we have what we have when we have it. / timeline: undetermined. #jbbarnes #// i hope this is okay!

[maimedaffair]

@jbbarnes ▐ bucky &* steve ↳  but i would fight against the stars for you

it's strange , being able to feel bucky's devotion. to know at his core , he means every word of it. steve's never been great at accepting love &* praise ------ as much as his mother had tried to heal that part of him his father had broken , there would always be a doubt in his mind about whether he was worthy not. if there was anyone in his life that could rebuild the cracked foundation , though , it was bucky.

so he smiles , cheeks red &* eyes crinkling at the corners. feels the warmth spread through him as it always does when bucky looks at him like that. ❛ you really mean that , huh ? ❜ there's no doubt in his tone ; just restating it as the fact it is. scrawny hand reaches down &* ruffles his best friends hair. they're laying on his bed , steve against the pillows while bucky lays his head on steve's lap. it's an intimate position no matter how innocent , but he can't bring himself to care. his parents have passed ; no ones going to walk in &* catch them. even if they did , he's not sure he'd pull away. not as soft blues roam bucky's face , fingers falling from his hair to brush against the newest scrape on bucky's cheekbone. the purple there makes his chest ache. ❛ i'd never ask you to do that , though , buck. i hate seeing you busted up. ❜

#jbbarnes #STEVE › 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒍𝒚𝒏 ⊹˖ ࣪ #˖ ࣪ . ⊹ answered

[awbarnes-no]

She hadn't been sleeping. Not just SLEEPING WELL, it had been about three or four days since she had gotten more than maybe a half hour of sleep, before the NIGHTMARES pulled her from her much needed sleep. Usually she would just wait it out until she EVENTUALLY passed out, but this time was different. Something had spooked her, and she hadn't wanted to worry anyone just yet. That didn't seem to matter to the paranoia telling her someone was WATCHING her. Someone from her past. She had been in the kitchen, making a cup of tea and had just pulled a mug out when she could have sworn she heard a VOICE she recognized. Turning to whoever was behind her, she THREW the mug, watching it fly passed Bucky's ducking head and hitting the wall next to his head and SHATTERING. That initial instinct to react turned to PANIC when she realized who she had almost hit.

" Shit! " She immediately started crossing over to him, only hesitating SLIGHTLY, before stooping down to start cleaning up the broken pieces. " I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. "

@jbbarnes liked for an ANGSTY STARTER from anya.

#⋆⧗ 《 closed. 》 #⋆⧗ 《 verse: main. 》 #jbbarnes #hope this is alright! #oof here it come

[zapasnoysoldat]

STARTER // @jbbarnes

"I was wondering when you'd find me." Luka's voice is gentle. He doesn't turn to face the man he knows is there. Instead, he crouches down to put a tray of cupcakes into the oven. Wiping his hands on the towel over his shoulder, he finally glances at Bucky. "If you want one of those, you'll have to wait a bit. Coffee or tea in the meantime?"

#jbbarnes #( universe / main ) every lie you've ever been sold. the greatest story ever told.

[paragonrising]

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Why was it always Earth that weird shit happened to?

Carol floated some distance away from New York City, staring at a… well, it looked alarmingly close to a blackhole. It’d consumed most of the city, and had a drifting debris field circling it. The sliver of comfort she clung to, was that it couldn’t possibly be an actual blackhole. If it was, then Earth would have been destroyed by the time she’d arrived.

That being said, she didn’t know what it was. Maybe a wormhole, but who the hell had opened it and why had it ate New York?

When she dove down to the teams monitoring it – she wasn’t surprised to see different teams clamouring to try and figure out what was going on. S.W.O.R.D was present, as was S.A.B.R.E, NASA… every acronym organisation Carol could think of was here. 

She instinctively headed for S.A.B.R.E.

“There’s a signal coming from it,” a researcher explained, trying his best not to fidget with his tie, glancing at Carol. “We can’t decipher what it says, whatever’s being sent comes out this end completely garbled.”

“Can you at least tell if it’s alien?” She asked.

“No,” he shook his head, “human, alien, AI… whatever it is, it’s too corrupted by the time we receive it for us to properly get anything.” He snapped a finger as if he recalled something, “it sounds like it’s following a pattern though.”

She frowned.

“So, what’s the plan?”

The plan was terrible, not that Carol got a say in it. She was supposed to fly close to the event horizon and hope that her suit’s gear could relay a clearer signal back to S.A.B.R.E command. If not that, then at least pick up something more helpful herself, and return with it. The general consensus was that her powers should protect her from whatever terrible effect the portal could unleash.

Key word: should. That didn’t exactly inspire confidence.

Because there were a few things in the universe Carol decidedly did not mess with. Blackholes were one of them, in fact they were at the top of the damn list. And this thing, while not exactly functioning like a true blackhole, certainly looked the part.

She flew closer, fighting against the sinking feeling in her gut. She passed by pieces of a broken skyscraper, gliding through the debris as if it were an asteroid belt.

Her first hint that something was about to go wrong, was seeing wisps of her energy begin to trail towards the darkness.

“Huh,” Carol frowned, holding up her hand, watching the traces fly towards the blackhole. “That’s not good.”

Her second hint was the stomach-churning sensation of two sources of gravity fighting over her.

The third hint–well, it wasn’t so much as a hint as the realisation that she’d been being pulled closer this entire time, only now had it become obvious. The black horizon she was being dragged to was getting alarmingly large, with nothing inside of it and no light escaping it. Carol tried to fly away and escape, but she couldn’t—and now she was noticing she was getting pulled in faster.

“Oh, shit—”

Carol gasped, eyes snapping open to stare at a sky that was a bright void of white. Her body was sore, and she couldn’t quite remember what happened after she tried to escape the wormhole’s pull. She sat up, finding that she’d landed on a floating piece of sidewalk.

“What the hell…” she murmured, looking around.

The world around her was a whitescape save for chunks of what could only be the remnants of New York City. Pieces of all sizes floating, bouncing off one another and then drifting apart. 

Carol stood, frowning as her ears buzzed from the stark silence of this place. She was thankful when it faded, but what she heard in place of it made her hesitate.

Music.

With no real idea where she should go, she followed the sound, jumping from her little island of concrete to one that looked like a section of an apartment complex. She slipped through a window and landed in an obliterated living room, the couch was sort of just spinning in the air, while a record player floated near to what remained of a wall.

That’s when she saw another person. Someone who looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. He was taller than she was, dark hair, looked a little tired. 

“Hi,” she greeted, “did you... put the music on?”

#// this got very long i'm sorry ergnerjgk #// and sorry for the wait! #jbbarnes

[tsarnvoiny]

jbbarnes : “I’ve had worse.” 

of course he's had worse. they both have. much of it taking place when she was still growing. still , in her whole life . . she could probably count on one hand the amount of people she cared about enough to pester about injuries , and being sick. her dad happened to be right at the top of that list. she hadn't been allowed niceties when she had been in the grasp of HYDRA's clutches , her father and mentor really being the only one who had shown even a shred of that.

" yeah . . . i'm aware. " she answered. sitting down with the first aid kit and opening it up to get what she needed out. her dad was probably one of the best at suffering on his own , simply for the fact that he could. but why should he have to. he wasn't alone. he had people in his court. his own daughter being one of them.

once she had all that she needed , she paused and allowed her elbows to rest on the table as she looked across at him. " but why d'you act like you can't let someone help you out? " she asked with a bit of a pointed look before going back to her task she had set out for herself. " i mean . . sure you've had worse . . but we're not on a mission. or on the run. you can afford t'take help. " not like she was gonna give him much of a choice anyways.

#ic ✡ and i find it kinda funny. i find it kinda sad. #v.main ✡ i'm the one who controls the rage. not them. #jbbarnes

[featherstcnes]

no one was supposed to know about this spot. no one was supposed to know the mission she was on, the lengths she was going to for this. deep undercover, barely keeping in contact with anyone from the avengers or even from the other side of her life that she kept under wraps. she'd been taking more jobs from isaiah to fill her time, and this one was doing a little bit more than that. it was consuming her, if she was being honest. she was tired, but she'd been worse -- she was close to the end of this, she knew that deep in her bones. she could feel the conclusion to this was just a few pieces of intel away. then, she could rest.

she'd expected there to be issues along the way. what she hadn't expected was to see another familiar face.

@jbbarnes asked: ' i can explain. '

his words caused her to furrow her brow, the gun she'd previously brought up at the sound of footsteps slowly lowering. she didn't completely put it away, though. " then explain, barnes. " she didn't have time for complications, not now. not when she was so close. " no one is supposed to know i'm here. " if he knew she was here, then she knew he wouldn't be the only one. her mission was dependent on her staying completely hidden, completely away from the world. clearly, she was losing her touch. that, or this mission was a bit more high profile than she'd originally thought.

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#jbbarnes #* ⟢ ━━ natasha romanoff. ( answered ) #hehehehe #thank you for sending this in !!!! #her spy era if you will #LMAO #* ⟢ ━━ make me your future history. ( queue )

[bcron]

STARTER // @jbbarnes

Zemo is calm as he moves, reaching for a bottle of scotch and pouring himself a glass. As if the man in the middle of his apartment wasn't there. He hums and sips the amber liquid. "If you're here to take me back to that cell, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," he says calmly, eyes finally finding Bucky. He'd expected a visit sooner or later. One can't exactly escape the Raft and think it would go unnoticed.

#jbbarnes