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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.
Fire symbolism at it's best in that series
He had no fear of Hydra or their agents right now. Few drugs worked on either him or Stephanie long enough to incapacitate them because of their metabolism. His weakness lay in old conditioning, but with her around, he could easily circumvent most of it by forcing her to order him directly. A direct order he had to follow unless dazed, and he had only been dazed a few times in his long tenure with Hydra.
He was used to being on the run, so the idea of a temporary location didn't bother him at all. He noted she didn't give a location name or coordinates to allow him to orient himself to the idea. "And from there?"
they love their fire in that series okay.
And surely she could ask him if he had more information or leads, which he probably did, but she preferred for them to be settled where they were supposed to be before having this talk. For the moment, it was clear that she didn’t wanted to talk about it anymore, she needed to gather enough of her wits to deal with the fact that her life had taken quite a change in less than an hour, she kind of blamed him for it, despite the part of her that was happy he was back at her side.
For the moment she focused on driving and the distraction of the music, allowing her mind to go blank for the time being, still knowing mostly out of instinctive memory of having taking this path enough times to lead her and maybe humming just a bit when a song she knew and had learned started, this kind of disconnection was probably a bit worrisome but it helped her to brace herself for what was about to come.
When she came back to herself, due to the familiar sound of a garage door closing, it was to realize they had arrived to the place that was going to serve as a hideout for them for the time being and in a way it was perfect, while they were other houses around, there was enough space in between them to make them a bit secluded and the place was calm enough that no one will notice anything weird just yet, she will need to go and properly thank Sam for this once this was over…maybe even Tony and that just sucked.
She sighed again, turning off the engine and moving to get out of the car, now feeling a bit restless. “Come on then.” Moving in such a small space without proper weapons more than a set of keys was probably dangerous with him around, but now, being here she realized she didn’t cared at the moment, he had more than enough chances to hurt her and he hadn’t yet, so for the time being she was safe.
Symbolism!
Instead of drifting off, he stared around them at the passing signs and scenery, taking it all in for his own use. He needed to be sharp to best protect her but also to protect himself as well. He would be useless to her captured or killed, though he wasn't so certain the latter would bother her too much given her distance from him. He was fine with that though; he was still in her life and that was really all he needed right now. Her nicety towards him was something that was optional. Hydra had never been nice to him after all, but he served them too.
He turned his head from the window as she drove up to a specific house, watching as the door to the carport opened and she drove in. He let her out first, removing himself slowly and looking around as the door closed to trap him in the garage. He was slower to follow, mostly because he stopped to investigate things in the garage but also to arm himself with a combat knife and gun from his old uniform. And... these pants were still kind of tight. He didn't like them for how they clung to his legs and ass.
Still, he followed eventually, looking around the house that he was entering. He tilted his head to listen to her footfalls and moved around to investigate the place to assure himself that it was safe.
all the lovely symbolism i am sure they are full of it as well.
When she noticed Bucky wasn’t exactly at her side, to her credit, she didn’t panic and concluded he was probably scouting the place and check if it was safe for them. The last time she had been here with Sam had been a month and she couldn’t help but notice the lack of dust on certain places, her fingers lightly moved against a table and they came off acceptably clean, someone had been here recently and she had an brief idea of who that person had been.
Without any pause or waiting to see where Bucky was exactly she moved to one of the guest bedrooms, the keys jingled a bit while she unlocked the door before stepping inside, searching for the light switch on the wall and nearly wincing at the sudden flow of bright light. She had to search the room for a bit, damn Natasha could hide things perfectly when she felt likely, before finding all the things Nat had left behind in this strange egg hunt she had forced on her.
The phone she now had was probably especially made by Stark, trust Tony to still want to be somehow involved, and it was probably going to be untraceable which probably meant they expected her to communicate with them as soon as possible, the gun was something Natasha will use and apparently trusted her enough to do as well and the last thing was a file, probably the last thing she had been working on before moving to find them again.
Opening the file though, she sighed a bit when she noticed that several of the sheets were highlighted in a bold red color, meaning the information was now useless for one reason or another, further examination revealed that Nat had left her a bit of a message.
[ New toy provided by Tony. Safe and untraceable. Call ASAP. New toy from my part. Your boyfriend was busy and took most of what I could find down already. Will try to find more if anything is left. ]
There was a small frown at the boyfriend comment, but she will let it pass before crumbling the paper a bit and remembering he was supposed to be somewhere in the house and it was suddenly rather silent. “Bucky?”
And two more movies to come with symbolism
He had always enjoyed fighting in kitchens. There was so much to use for the most part, and the floors were often easy to clean in case of blood spillage. He had no idea that he preferred kitchens because he had spent a lot of time in one as a boy playing on the floor as his mother passed over him. Those memories were locked away, out of sight, but there was a calmness to an empty kitchen that he liked, the idea that a fight here would result in him winning. It was also generally highly defensible as far as positions went.
He ran his flesh fingers over the counter tops, ignoring food and nosing through the drawers to find out what was in them. All cooking items, but all useful if he needed them. He might decide to rest in here when the time came for that sort of activity.
His head came up and around at the sudden call of the title that Stephanie always called him. He ghosted from the kitchen utterly silent and came to stand in the doorway, reaching up to pull off the ball cap as if to reveal himself to her. "I'm here," he said softly.
aww yea i can't wait for those
She had just taken a seat on the bed and was fiddling with the phone, that didn’t looked or felt any different from the one she had been provided and gotten familiarized with and she suspected that was probably the main reason Tony had came up with the design, she will really need to thank him even more now and she will rather not do it, when Bucky finally appeared and considering how distracted she was, she couldn’t help the small fond smile aimed at him when she heard his voice.
And granted it took her a few seconds to fully remember their circumstances and to subtly look away to the phone for the time being. “Since I assume you got familiarized with this place already, except for the bedrooms since those are locked and…” She stopped there and looked up at him. “Unless you found a way to make your way inside, anyway if you did, one of the rooms should have more clothing if you want to change from those, they seem to be a bit of a tight fit for you.”
I'm not so sure about them.
He shrugged a little at the suggestion that he had familiarized himself, suspecting he had save the bedrooms. He was interested to know the reason why the bedrooms were locked though and made a mental note to pick the locks to see what was inside each of them. This was obviously Stephanie's room. "Is there only one other room here, or do I get to guess and break down the doors to many?" He glanced at his clothes and shrugged. "You told me to change into this. They will suit me fine."
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
I don't have to think too hard about it
so you feel my pain lol
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