Did it hurt?

”Thank you, Buck, but I can get by on my own.”

Winter Soldier sketches by BillWalko

The events of The Winter Soldier trial told in a series of tweets. Inspired by two amazing mixed-media fics that play with the possibility of what might happen if Bucky was put on trial after the events of CATWS:

- United States v. Barnes by fallingvoices and radialarch

- cross this river to the other side by defcontwo

now i’m thinking abt this in the context of the endless praise kink that HAS to be going on with jupiter AND I’M MELTING

and it’s this 7 feet 2 inches tall woman, with pointy ears, hint of fangs, huge-ass black wings, and shoulders like a mack truck. and jupiter makes this oh. oh god she’s hot. oh god i have a thing face, and also a little oh noise and then. AND THEN

she sees caine standing next to this wolf splice lady and how he’s basically 1.5 heads shorter than her, and distinctly scrawny in comparison. and then jupiter makes an oh god i also have a thing about this face and like. caine sees it, right. can probably smell it, too. AND HE FEELS TERRIBLE.

I MEAN. RUNT OF THE LITTER, PACKLESS WOLFPUPPY HALF ALBINO ETC WHY WOULD THE LITERAL QUEEN OF THE EARTH WANT HIM IF SHE CAN GET A ~REAL, PROPER~ WOLF SPLICE HUNK AS HER BODYGUARD/LOVER LIKE. he doesn’t want to think it but. it’s kinda ALL OVER his fucking face and

you know what i mean, right. right. anyway, my point is. my point is.

my point is, jupiter’s hands in his hair and on his throat so she can pull him down and kiss him, push him against a wall with her body and he just lets her, tries to soak her in and push her away at the same time, and like. jupiter is in a bit of a ‘i’m going to wreck you’ mood bc. well, she’s horny, and caine is, y’know, biting at her neck, wings fluttering around her, but also pm doing the ‘i’m closer to a dog than you, your majesty’ spiel and so she says

yeah, fine, you’re a dog. you’re my dog.

and caine freezes and whimpers, lbr. and jupiter sort of goes. still. and thinks, very quickly. and then she whispers

you’re a good dog. lower, you’re a good boy.

and caine kind of whines and knocks his head back, throat wide and open and says, no, no he’s not

so juniper grabs his face and drags it down so he looks at her and asks him, who’s a good boy?

who

is

a

good

boy

…caine, answer me.

and eventually, red in the face, eyes a little wet, he gets out

absolute bagel

useless paperclip

first bread slice

yellow marker that was used to colour over something dark and now colours a really distressing muddy yellowish-brown

tangled headphone cord