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Character: James "Bucky" Barnes &
Time period: Post-CA: TWS
Warnings: Obsessive Bucky on the loose.
At first, independence had seemed like one of his better ideas, but he had begun to revise his opinion once he had verified certain truths, taken noted of the factions searching for him, and realizing that the world was a wide landscape where a man could get lost. After he had rearmed himself from the bodies of two Hydra agents, a drug dealer, and a gang banger, he had come to realize that slipping away, hiding, being nothing at all was very easy, too easy.
He had been built on the foundation of a command structure for more than seventy years. Even before the blurred vagueness of falling, he knew order and military command. Aside from mashed up images, feelings and impressions, he knew that he had to have some manner of structure in his life. With no more commands down the line, he loitered, slipping through the shadows on Washington for awhile, finding the unsavoury places and people, leaving a few bodies in his wake and not particularly caring that they were found and televised either. A weapon bared he moved through the chaos at first because it was all he knew, listless for anything but the violence he had played a role in for so long. It lost it's purpose without the trigger of structure.
His world stagnated as he avoided those who hunted him, and he cared little for the lives he took when they found him. They came to command him because they thought he would simply bow to old standards, that he would go back to being his code name if they applied even electricity to his brain. They hadn't earned the right to command him. They were weaker than he, hadn't even survived a single encounter when he decided to throw his weight back at them. They were weak men, lost in words and hiding behind guns and dying in the shadows of buildings and trees.
Slowly, resolution began to form from the ashes of his lost command structure. He decided he would allow himself to be commanded again, that he yearned to be commanded by someone with the strength of both character and body to overtake him or at least bow him slightly with respect. Pierce had been like that, he reflected. The man hadn't needed to physically harm him to command his respect, though he remembered well being struck when he required the prompt. A few others had commanded a similar reaction deep in his guts, and his attention snapped over to them. One at a time, he decided. One searched, the other could be found if he looked.
He had been lost for a few months, considering leaving to go to Brooklyn for more pieces of an old puzzle, but he was drawn back into Washington because beating information out of a SHIELD agent had satisfied him that he would get what he wanted. As a ghost story, he knew that the only way to get proper attention was to do something not only obvious but dramatic. His depth of dramatic no doubt would be very different from others that he knew existed, but like a well-trained dog returning to his master, he knew how to get the attention that was needed to invite a recall command.
Hydra agents were not easy to find in large quantities in Washington anymore, most arrested or underground and hiding. It took him two days to find a nest of the vipers, using the old underground tunnels that he knew well. He'd ended them to prove he might not be under command, but it was something worth earning given his skills. Their bodies were left in obvious Hydra uniforms and symbols and piled high in front of the Smithsonian. As if the symbol of his loyalty degradation wasn't enough, none of the corpses had heads, and he had piled them in such a way that he could sit atop the whole mess and lounge there as obvious as the start of a new day.
Media and police were one thing, not that interesting, but he let them think they had command of him for a moment. Let them show his face around for SHIELD and Hydra and them to know he was here. Meaningless orders were ignored, people's reactions only earned a turning of his cheek in dismissal before he knew that the police presence would be a problem to slip away from. Instead he slipped from his lounging perch to ignore warnings and breaking into the Smithsonian because it suited him there. It seemed a fitting place to bow to the command of someone worthy.
Time period: Post-CA: TWS
Warnings: Obsessive Bucky on the loose.
At first, independence had seemed like one of his better ideas, but he had begun to revise his opinion once he had verified certain truths, taken noted of the factions searching for him, and realizing that the world was a wide landscape where a man could get lost. After he had rearmed himself from the bodies of two Hydra agents, a drug dealer, and a gang banger, he had come to realize that slipping away, hiding, being nothing at all was very easy, too easy.
He had been built on the foundation of a command structure for more than seventy years. Even before the blurred vagueness of falling, he knew order and military command. Aside from mashed up images, feelings and impressions, he knew that he had to have some manner of structure in his life. With no more commands down the line, he loitered, slipping through the shadows on Washington for awhile, finding the unsavoury places and people, leaving a few bodies in his wake and not particularly caring that they were found and televised either. A weapon bared he moved through the chaos at first because it was all he knew, listless for anything but the violence he had played a role in for so long. It lost it's purpose without the trigger of structure.
His world stagnated as he avoided those who hunted him, and he cared little for the lives he took when they found him. They came to command him because they thought he would simply bow to old standards, that he would go back to being his code name if they applied even electricity to his brain. They hadn't earned the right to command him. They were weaker than he, hadn't even survived a single encounter when he decided to throw his weight back at them. They were weak men, lost in words and hiding behind guns and dying in the shadows of buildings and trees.
Slowly, resolution began to form from the ashes of his lost command structure. He decided he would allow himself to be commanded again, that he yearned to be commanded by someone with the strength of both character and body to overtake him or at least bow him slightly with respect. Pierce had been like that, he reflected. The man hadn't needed to physically harm him to command his respect, though he remembered well being struck when he required the prompt. A few others had commanded a similar reaction deep in his guts, and his attention snapped over to them. One at a time, he decided. One searched, the other could be found if he looked.
He had been lost for a few months, considering leaving to go to Brooklyn for more pieces of an old puzzle, but he was drawn back into Washington because beating information out of a SHIELD agent had satisfied him that he would get what he wanted. As a ghost story, he knew that the only way to get proper attention was to do something not only obvious but dramatic. His depth of dramatic no doubt would be very different from others that he knew existed, but like a well-trained dog returning to his master, he knew how to get the attention that was needed to invite a recall command.
Hydra agents were not easy to find in large quantities in Washington anymore, most arrested or underground and hiding. It took him two days to find a nest of the vipers, using the old underground tunnels that he knew well. He'd ended them to prove he might not be under command, but it was something worth earning given his skills. Their bodies were left in obvious Hydra uniforms and symbols and piled high in front of the Smithsonian. As if the symbol of his loyalty degradation wasn't enough, none of the corpses had heads, and he had piled them in such a way that he could sit atop the whole mess and lounge there as obvious as the start of a new day.
Media and police were one thing, not that interesting, but he let them think they had command of him for a moment. Let them show his face around for SHIELD and Hydra and them to know he was here. Meaningless orders were ignored, people's reactions only earned a turning of his cheek in dismissal before he knew that the police presence would be a problem to slip away from. Instead he slipped from his lounging perch to ignore warnings and breaking into the Smithsonian because it suited him there. It seemed a fitting place to bow to the command of someone worthy.
the movies?
“The only rooms locked are the bedrooms; the others are kind of free reign. This is one of the two guest rooms, I guess you will be using the other one, the master bedroom…we really don’t go there.” It was mostly out of a sense of respect that she had decided to avoid that one, Sam hadn’t said anything and Natasha had just accepted it. “So you don’t really need to break down any door.”
Stephanie had been browsing the menu to find the contact list on her new Stark toy, when she stopped and looked up at him a bit startled at his comment. “It was just for that moment, Buck; you can take them off and find something else that might be more comfortable for you.”
The mockingjay 1 & 2
He raised an eyebrow at her surprised look, wondering what it was that she found so difficult to understand about how he worked. She ordered, he followed. It was the way that soldiering happened, so it wasn't anything new to her. He suspected she did it just as often when SHIELD was still around anyway, and he had meant it that she was his entire world right now. "These are fine, just tight."
yes i am on the fence with them as well.
And giving what the man had meant and still means to Sam, she had been a bit hesitant to accept the arrangement, but she had been reassured over and over that it was fine and that maybe even Riley would have been okay with it. Didn’t stop her from being respectful about the place, though and the significance it had, maybe anyone will think she was being too sensitive or whatever, but that’s the way she was. “Bucky, you will need to take them off anyway, since I doubt you’re going to sleep in those and you also mentioned a shower, didn’t you?”
I didn't think the book warranted two movies
Well, he wasn't about to sleep right now, so why would he take off his clothes? It seemed like a pointless endeavor to even consider, though he watched her silently for a few minutes anyway. "I can shower tomorrow," he drawled softly. "And I will sleep much later." If he decided to sleep at all. He had spent an awful long time sleeping after all.
yea but HP started that thread and it's not dying yet
She took a deep breath, God give her enough patience to deal with him, before she looked at him with a bit of a blank expression then she stood up, leaving the phone on the bed while she fiddled with the keychain, and walked towards him before handing him a key. “For the other guest room, the room next to this one, you will find what you need there. There’s food in the kitchen if you’re hungry, so make sure to have something.”
Stephanie gave him a bit of a look, before her shoulders just slumped and she turned to walk back to the bed and pick up the phone to make the call she needed to Natasha, since it was more than likely she was with Sam already.
HP books got bigger, not stayed the same like Hunger Games
He reached out with his metal hand when she got up and handed him a key, listening to the metal on metal as he looked at the key to the next bedroom. He rolled the key around in his fingers, feeling the weight but not the coolness. Was she dismissing him again? There was no order to go, so he remained leaned on the doorframe, moving the key around his metal fingers as he watched her.
yes, but HP started the fashion of splitting books even if they don't need it.
Which was why she didn’t said anything when he stayed where he was, despite that the dismissal had been hinted there, and didn’t give him the direct order even when she heard Natasha’s form of scolding from the other line. “Yes, I’m sorry just found it and…no he’s not…stop saying that, can we cut the teasing for another day, please?”
Stephanie supposed her voice must have sounded pathetic enough for Natasha to stop and just give her a quick brief that yes, Bucky had pretty much killed most of the people she had managed to track, that he moved fast and that no one knew she was with him since Natasha had managed to get a hold of the security recordings, but that Bucky’s face was going around since he was caught in film and they did needed to stay low for a bit, there was a small moment of silence when Nat asked her what they were going to do now and she sighed once again, “…still figuring it out.”
“I hadn’t noticed, the way things are you can either go on this hunting road trip with him and see what you can find of whatever remains of Hydra or you can go with plan b, containment, which includes taking the winter soldier to New York, to an undisclosed location where we already managed to convince Thor to subdue him and then lock him in a room Stark has designed while we figure out what to do with him.”
And oh she so wasn’t surprised they had all considered that, it explained why they last time she had spoken with Stark he had been in London, where they knew Thor was currently residing with Miss Foster, her eyes quickly flicked to Bucky and no, she wasn’t sure if she could do that to him and apparently her silence was enough answer to Natasha, which also sighed a bit annoyed before telling her to think about it. “We will see I will call you back.”
She ended the call and just fell back on the bed, feeling even more weighted than before and her mind was close to her reaching point. “God, I need a good and long bath.” She had learned to appreciate how much those relaxed her now that she had the means to indulge with those.
Damn the cash cow know as HP
He listened to her side of the conversation, wandering what the widow was telling her and completely aware that everyone would know who and what he was here. They most likely saw him differently than Stephanie did, something to put down like a rabid dog, but she had given him a chance to prove himself to her. She had provided for him the base structure that he could build on, to be whatever he wanted to be if he made a decision on that. He would protect her to his last breath too, though he was confident that he had the skills to prevent that from happening as well.
When he hung up, he flicked his eyes from the keys rattling off of his metal fingers and watched her. "I can run some water for you, if you want," he said as he stood taller, almost eager to do a service for her. "What did the Widow say," he added belatedly as if he asked out of courtesy and not of interest.
there's going to be a new HP movie right?
She really didn’t think she could go ahead with that plan, but would that plan have its merits? Maybe if it was done differently, no, he will still be locked down as nothing more than an animal or worse, she didn’t want to force that on him. Slowly she took a deep breath and considered his offer. “Yes, please and thank you.” It made her feel a bit bad for accepting his offer, but this wasn’t exactly an order and she had made sure to make her response not look or feel like one, she wanted to break him out of that following orders mode.
Her fingers drummed against the bed for a moment. “She just mentioned something about some information she left me and that I’m clear for the moment, you on the other hand, there are images of you and we need to stay low for a bit just to be sure.” She wasn’t lying, she had said what she considered important, he didn’t needed to know about that other option.
I hope not but probably
He watched the tub fill, trying to decide on the level that would suit her best and mentally measuring her thickness and comparing it to the tub. For him, it was very important, a mission undertaken and performed to the best of his ability. Yet, there was something in her words that made him wonder what she had been thinking of previously.
"What information is that?" He reached over and turned off the water, testing its temperature before he eased back to stand in the doorway. "That was the point," he said softly. "I'm not a ghost anymore; I will be seen and reckoned with. Hydra can target me and leave you alone."
i think it was that thing about magical creatures
“About Hydra, of course, but apparently some of it won’t be useful anymore, some of it might be though, I need to read it and decide later.” She decided to omit that he had pretty much made most of that information obsolete now, but he was probably going to figure it out, even if she didn’t said it out loud. With a sigh she moved to sit up and stash the phone on the same drawer she had placed the file and the gun in, she wasn’t going to need it now and the phone was not going to work for Bucky. “You do realize we are together and that still makes me a target, I don’t think I will always stop being a target for them.”
I'll give that a miss I think
"Hydra will be a dying problem soon enough," he said simply as if he were talking about the weather. He knew that he had probably taken off most of the items on her list with his kills, the easiest information to find on Hydra after. There were darker secrets he would figure out soon enough. He watched her from the doorway that he had returned to, gaze flicking around the room before he simply watched her instead. "They won't be able to come near you with me around. They'll see me as the larger threat, and that's the way I want it." He shrugged and gestured towards the bathroom. "Your bath is ready."
Ditto but it brought the kind of dormant HP fandom back
And that was the end of the deal wasn’t it, she was their biggest threat and Bucky was a traitor pretty much, someone that needed to be killed for it. Slowly she stood up and smiled a bit at him. “Thank you.” She moved inside the bathroom and didn’t even bother to close the door, since what was the point, he was going to leave if he wanted it or not and he had seen her naked in the past, so it shouldn’t be such a big deal. Her clothes came off as easy as she had slipped them on, neatly folding them and placing them in the counter, and then allowing a small sigh to escape her lips when she got in the bathtub, the water was actually at the adequate temperature and she felt herself relaxing, her head resting against the wall and trying not to be tempted by just going ahead and drown herself here.
Which may or may not be a good thing
He waited until he had heard her sinking into the tub before he pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door to the room he was given. He pushed open the door and stepped in two steps before ghosting out again and slipping into her room to investigate first in complete silence, taking his time and moving to the drawers were she no doubt at least had a weapon. There was the phone he had seen her put in there, and he was curious about that as well, just to see what numbers were in it in case he needed to make a nasty call himself at some point. Let her soak in the tub, he'd pretend to be trying on clothes and instead be looking for clues of what she did and didn't know.
since i haven't seen the fandom idk
She raised an eyebrow when she heard the jingle of keys and then what she thought was a door opening, she was quiet for a bit and went over her conversation with Bucky, added the new factors of this life, but probably some core aspects of his personality when it came to her were still present there, she was eerily quiet and barely heard the sound of a drawer opening before she sighed. “Stop going through my stuff, Bucky!” It seemed that habit hadn’t died then, he had always been curious when she had something to hide when they were living together and always took his chances when she wasn’t around to pry on whatever secret she wanted to keep from him, which had made keeping birthday present for him a dire nightmare.
I've been in it a bit and yeah.. scary
He hissed like a scalded cat at her shout from the bathroom, jumping nearly the roof and landing on his feet. He looked briefly into the drawer and slammed it home again with no more than a glance, not bothering to hide his presence as he left her room and went into his instead. He needed to work on snooping through her stuff more often, though... that folder had been written in Russian dialect. Why did she have a Russian file?
really? i don't check it since i was scared off from it
With a sigh she stood up and got out of the shower, thankful for the little mat there so she wouldn’t slip off and end break anything, the sensation of mending bones was just an awful thing. Slowly she rummaged around for a towel, quickly drying her off and then slipping a bathrobe while walking into the room and going to the drawer he had been checking, she was going to share the information with him anyway, she was after all sure it wasn’t something that he didn’t knew already and there were probably other blanks he might be able to fill up, the file had no information about him, all the files with that kind of information were still either in Hydra’s power or Natasha had hid them after they had read them.
Maybe that’s why she’s now finding herself going to his room with said file, really it was just ridiculous. “Bucky.” And that was really the only warning he got before she stepped inside and extended the file to him. “You really don’t need to go around and search my stuff, but then you always did it when I was being secretive, I was going to show you this file anyway later but since you’re so eager for it here you go.”
I did once and was also scared
He heard her get up out of the tub, tilting his head as he tracked her progress with sound and almost feeling bad he had drawn her from her bath. She was supposed to be enjoying herself, not yelling at him anyway. He hadn't done anything wrong by his measure except to fail to do what he wanted to do with his snooping. He would definitely have to work on that in the future, master his subterfuge and sleight-of-hand techniques. It was at least something to work towards, a mission small and easy to do.
He turned his head when she called and walked into his room, though he was still over by the window. He eyed the fact she was in a robe and held the file. He suspected some of it was in Russian. "Did I?" He frowned at the idea before looking out the window again. "Then show me later. Go enjoy your bath now."
Yes why you think i ran away from it lol
“...Yes, you always got curious when you thought I was trying to keep something from you and you always tried to find out what it was, it was a particular habit of yours.” For not saying he was to nosy for his own good and she decided not to mention that, he had made it quite difficult to keep things she wanted as a surprise or was too embarrassed to tell as a secret. “It doesn’t matters when I show you or not, you know.”
With a sigh she moved to leave the file on the bed and shrugged. “Feel free to read it and look over it, I don’t need to be here while you do that, once you have done that we are going to talk about it and see what we are going to do next, alright?” And she really didn’t waited for him to answer before she left his room and moved back to her own, she was probably going to end losing her patience with him at some point, she needed to take her time here.
When she slipped back in the bath, she was kind of thankful before the water was still warm and then slid further and further to get under the water and keep herself from screaming, such an action was going to probably trigger Bucky, and just stayed there for a bit before coming back out and resting her head against the edge of the tub, maybe she had made a mistake here or should have thought more about it before agreeing.
I don't have to think too hard about it
He was drawn from his boiling frustration when she mentioned the file, but he made no move to take it. He could read the front of it, the Russian words that told him that the file was about him. He knew in his own way it would detail dark secrets that would maybe not fill in blanks but tie in the smiling charming man to the deadly killer he was now. Did he dare read it?
He loitered at the window, indecisive long after she had gone. Finally, he moved slowly towards the file, seating himself on the bed next to it and flipping it open, only to freeze at the two images on the left hand side. Him, as he was now and as he was then. "...Bucky..." he muttered softly, tasting the nickname. Slowly, grudgingly really, he picked up the file and began to read it, watching parts of the story of his life in Hydra unfold.
so you feel my pain lol
But now she wondered if she had done the right thing by giving him that file, she knew there was some basic information of him, not the one that had broke her down and caused her to say locked down in her room for two whole days while she processed everything that had been done to him and he had done, not even Sam had been able to get her out from there till she was ready for it, the info he had wasn’t that heavy but it could still have an adverse effect on him.
The mix of all this and finally allowing her body to feel just how weary she was feeling, mostly due to the emotional drainage, and just being in the warm water, which helped her to relax her muscles, prompted her to slowly close her eyes and relax further, trying to fight not dozing off since it wasn’t a good idea to fall asleep in here…
…a little rest wouldn’t hurt, right?
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The Russians had found him, or they had found what was left of him anyway. He had lost his left arm just above the elbow in the fall, the rest of it relatively useless to him. He had been brought to Russia for care, but Hydra was still infiltrated there and someone altered Zola after he had been stabilized. He had been given a Soviet prosthetic after Zola was finished with him, using material from Stephanie's blood to enhance him similarly.
He had been violent, confused and had little in the way of memories. He had struggled against both what was done to him and what he couldn't remember. A caged animal, he thought as he flipped through the pages. They had begun to condition him, to deeply ingrain cues and commands to soothe him. Suddenly he knew; the back of his neck, his throat and his feet were highly sensitive to command. Scientists used his feet when he woke to keep him from thrashing and fighting back; Hydra agents often got a hold of his neck, bowing his head, forcing him to his knees as he gave in and went still. Ready to be commanded.
Other commands and conditioning was listed, but he knew in his bones it was there, seeping in his flesh. If he was triggered, he could either explode like a bomb or mewl and docile as a kitten depending on what it was. Only certain Hydra agents knew the true depth of it all. And the Soviets; they had a hand in him, had given him the original code name that he bore.
He abandoned the file on the bed, torn up and raw as he moved from the bedroom to instead fill the doorway of the bathroom. She was sleeping, trying to anyway. She looked peaceful, yet darkness raged in his mind, age old erratic behaviours wanting to attack her, to pummel her into the dirt, but he didn't. She was his safe place.
"You shouldn't sleep there."
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The fact she was able to tell he was moving in her direction was enough to let her know that whatever he had found in the file had its effects, had she had expected it and she took a deep breath, bracing herself to what could possible happen here. She didn’t reacted when he apparently reached the doorway, trying to keep herself relaxed and trying not to look dangerous, even though she was ready to react in any way he might. She slowly opened her eyes at his comment and looked at him for a few moments, taking him in and trying to see just what he was feeling, what he was thinking right now and she nearly shuddered a bit at the way he was looking at her.
In a way it reminded her of the way he had looked at her when they had been fighting in the carrier or more like when she had refused to fight him and he had demanded her response, yet there was something else there she couldn’t possible identify and it was what was holding him back. She moved to sit, the sound of the water echoing around them and sounding way to loud than it should right now, and well she really didn’t know what to say to him.
“…I know.”
She knew that she shouldn’t sleep here, she knew that he was torn between hurting her and not, she knew he was hurting and she wasn’t sure how to help him, she knew a lot of things right now.
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Slowly, his eyes drifted away from where she was slowly sitting up and glanced at the bathroom mirror. He was close enough to see his own reflection, to see both men staring back at him, haunted and haggard as he had been when they had first met up with his mask removed. He remembered the vulnerability when he refused to complete his mission to Pierce. He knew his defiance would earn him nothing but pain; he was a beaten creature, tortured, remade, renamed.
"Just... don't think about dying. You're all I have left in this world. You're the only good thing anyway," he murmured softly, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He found his eyes straying to the metal arm attached to him before he shrugged. "Take care of yourself, but don't slip away no matter how much it might seem like a good idea."
Slowly, he withdrew from the bathroom, padding back to the bedroom that he had been given. He avoided the rest of the file, leaving it open on the bed as he did the only thing that struck him at something safe, not even realizing how childish and boyish it was; how often he had done it when he was little. He lay down on the floor and used his metal arm to hoist the bed up from the floor, sliding underneath it. It worked much better when one was a child, but the effect was the same as he settled in, near pinned to the ground as the wood and metal springs dug into his flesh. The pressure, the inability to avoid it was like a very cold hug, calming him even if the bed was distorted because of his efforts to just lay there under it.
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But she had grown to accept herself as much as she could and she’s not sure if Bucky is doing that or not, probably not at the moment considering what he had read in that file. She hoped that maybe one day he…whatever she was thinking about soon came to a halt as soon as he started to talk, and she couldn’t help the surge of guilt that she felt at having what she already knew confirmed and she really couldn’t respond before he retreated.
Stephanie stayed there for a bit before she finally decided to get out of the bathtub again, this time she took her time and care drying her hair and body, before moving to look for something to wear since she couldn’t move around naked, could she? Taking a deep breath, she moved to his room, she couldn’t leave him when he was feeling like this and stopped in the doorway when she noticed he was under the bed, she couldn’t help the other sad pang at the sight, she still remember when he had done that when he was kid –it had a habit he had when they had met and she had sometimes slipped under with him, but she doubted he was going to appreciate it right now.
Taking a deep breath she approached and then moved to lie on her side on the floor, resenting a bit the cold against the warm skin of her arms but willing to deal with it for the moment, and looking at him not daring to move closer or further. “I am sorry if you think or I gave you the impression that I was about ready to give up, I know I haven’t been exactly myself right now but a lot of things happened today, but really Buck, the idea of leaving you now that I have you back has never crossed my mind. You’re still the most important person in my life and that’s not going to change, no matter what you or I have gone through.”
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