»Wipe him.«

Hi, I’m Sarah (25+, she/her, GMT+1) and this is my rp blog for Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier (MCU)! 

I mainly follow movie canon with bits and pieces included from the comics, and I prefer to write with mutuals. 

Please note: Bucky is on a hiatus. You can find me over @shieldretired​ which is my main blog right now

Social media. Ah yes, the apps the teens in the tower had installed on his cellphone that made it beep all the time. He had to find a way to get rid of them before exploding it. “Father said he wanted to keep us safe, but I know he wanted to know what we were doing.” He explained. Their Mother, however, never spied on them. She’d simply ask Thor where he had been and he was always unable to fool her. “They aren’t common ravens, the have seiðr – magic,” he explained. “They can always listen to me and find me now that my Father’s gone and heed my call. I tell them the message I want them to give and who the message is addressed too. In centuries, they never failed.”

“It’s not my fault”, Ella growls in response to Bucky’s muttered words, because she has heard them, but lets him turn her around towards the exit. Her heart is hammering in her chest, but not from running. Being among normal humans has been a hard trial for her in the past months and she can’t say that it’s always been fun, but the last thing Ella ever wants is to be taken back to her old life. She feels the urge to hold onto Bucky’s hand and beg him to save her, but that would be silly and uncalled for. Hydra has given her every tool to save herself, if need be, so there is really no sense in being scared of anything here. She still is, though. Her arm lifts to wipe over her still dripping nose and she tries to hide it as they leave the exhibition, even though she steals a glance at the pictures as they head out. She’d have liked to see all of his, so maybe Bucky will take her back after they defeat the agents. Her hands slip into the sleeves of her hoodie, so that she can keep a firm grip on her knife without showing it and she quietly falls in step with Bucky, head lowered so that no one sees her bloody nose, because it still hasn’t stopped. It will heal soon, the crushed bones are already mending themselves back together, but until then she’ll look a little worse for wear.

There is no uproar in the main hall, so she assumes that the agents have hidden the corpse of their comrade, so that no visitors spy the incident. Ella has never thought much about civilians in her life, but she tries her best to see things the way her foster father does, accepting that all of this should happen outdoors. The agents are undoubtedly armed with far worse than knives, so leaving the premises is a good idea.

They make it outside without anyone stopping them and stand in the middle of a busy sidewalk and she feels herself reaching for Bucky to cling to him. “Please don’t let them take me”, she whispers, knowing his ears are almost as good as hers and will hear her, regardless of the city noise around them. Bucky has seen her angry, defiant, puzzled, upset and annoyed, but he has never seen her TERRIFIED. Fear was something the Pandora children were not supposed to feel and Ella remembers being beaten every time she was scared of something, until she could control it. Right now she feels incapable of swallowing it down. The same van they stopped on the highway is parked across from them on the other side of the street and the doors open almost lazily, as three more agents climb out, weapons barely hidden underneath their jackets. “Do we keep moving?”

                     He doesn't have to do anything: The old Winter Soldier instincts come online automatically, and when they leave the museum to first go back to the main hall and then outside, Bucky casually looks around as if peering at all the signs and boards while in truth he's checking his surroundings for anyone that might be following them. Two men are looking suspicious. One is wearing a fucking Yankees baseball cap, the other aviator sunglasses. Bucky clenches his jaw and steers Ella to the main entrance and out to the busy sidewalk. 

                       There, he subtly fishes out his phone, hoping that Sam won't think he's an over-cautious idiot for requesting backup again so soon after calling for help because of nothing. He types out a quick message, using Ella to shield his phone because he fears those goons will attack the moment they realize he's calling for backup. Thus, he needs a second until he realizes that his foster daughter has spoken up, and even longer to understand she's sounding terrified.

Blue eyes spied the reaction to the towel causing him to pick it up and toss it over into the sink. In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best place to lay the towel on the table they currently ate on. It was just the most convenient option at the time. Though Bucky’s reaction made him chuckle as he shifted back into a comfortable position in the chair. “I mean you have a point, I think everyone liked them back then. I didn’t know a single person who didn’t. Though all of those guys are gone now.” He shrugged, the small smile slowly fading away. Though it begins to grow back slightly when he the other starts playing some classic Glenn Miller. “A damn shame they don’t because this was music. Could dance to it without a problem.” He pauses as he lifts a hand to his chin as if thinking while a smile tugs at his lips. “I remember going to some pubs in England and just hearing that, grabbing a beer and finding someone to dance with.” It caused him to shake his head. “That feels like a different life now.”

　　　　She had to be patient, Leah realized. As fine and chill as she could be with the recent revelation coming from Bucky, she knew the embarrassment on his side wasn’t going to disappear immediately. Maybe she could get really romantic and find a way to show him just how little she cared about sex when she had someone like him at her side. He was the first genuinely good guy she’d ever dated — the hottest too, for sure —, and that changed nothing about how lucky she felt that he was at her side. They were such opposites in so many traits it was actually a miracle they worked so well, she would never trade that for some orgasm that he was perfectly able to give her anyway. So until the moment he decided he wanted to talk about it some more and possibly let her come up with some ideas they might try, she was gonna bite her tongue and keep all the questions for herself. Plus, being in that bathtub, eating ice-cream and looking at her very sexy man was all she could dream of.  

　　　　« Ehy, I also watch the serious stuff, you know? I’ve watched a lot of that series with Neil deGrasse Tyson about space, actually. And have you ever seen those documentaries about lion tribes with the voiceover? That’s basically Keeping up with the Kardashians Savannah edition. » From the way she said it, it wasn’t even clear whether she was joking or being serious about that one last parallel. Probably both. Truth was she could watch pretty much anything with the right amount of comfort food and someone to comment it with — she rarely shut up while watching movies, too. « Don’t you love that dating me is like taking a crash course on the most up-to-date pop culture? »

                      He rolls his eyes at Leah's rambling, grabbing his bowl of ice cream and shoving a big spoon into his mouth so he doesn't have to dignify Keeping Up With The Kardashians Savannah Edition with an answer. "I don't know. I was pretty comfortable in my little bubble, you know? I doubt anyone's life gets better watching people have sex in Big Brother. Honestly, that's actually the scariest show out there. Cameras everywhere? Watching you all the fucking time? You can't even talk to someone in private on the fucking toilet. No, wait, it's even worse when you put this whole scenario in the fucking jungle. And there these people have to do some tests, so they can actually get food." 

    ❝ damn right you are. ❞ he murmurs distractedly, laughing softly at bucky’s correction.  ❝ doesn’t make it untrue. ❞ he teases, flashing him a grin before he melts into yet another kiss. he could definitely get used to kissing this man. it doesn’t take much longer for bucky to start diverting his kisses down his chest and stomach, inching his way down toward his cock, and the moment that he feels his tongue roll against the underside of his cock he releases a low, drawn out groan.  ❝ shit– ❞ he brings his hand up, threading his fingers through bucky’s hair to grip at it. 

He doesn’t respond, letting his arched brow do the talking for him as he shuffles just slightly to keep the other away so he could finish up the food. It wasn’t much longer on the stove top before he brought the pot over to place onto the table. He appreciates the beer, even if it wouldn’t do much of an effect on either of them. Both had serum running through their veins, maybe not the complete same but there were similarities. “I better hope it does.” The redhead mumbled as he moved to sit down while scooping some onto Bucky’s plate and then his own. “Considering I haven’t cooked in who knows how long.” When he found himself sitting across from the other, his brow furrowed at the pause until the question for prayer came. 

Nathaniel shifted a bit as he shrugged. “Uh, I mean i haven’t done that since maybe during the war.” His answer was honest and he looked down at the plate in front of him. “If you want to then we can but uh, starting to pray now after over seventy years of not even stepping in a church feels….I don’t know, off.” It was how he felt about the situation. His hand lifting to grab the cold beer and bringing it to his lips for a quick sip. 

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