memory blog

“I can read. It was the only human connection I had.”

“I’m sorry, I looked at you with the eyes of a mother for a second and I just got so sad and angry on your behalf. Just - come home with me. You can hang out with my kids while I kill the people who were supposed to be looking out for you.”

“Definitely. That’s why I’m bringing you to the meet up. If we can’t fight him off, I know I can outrun you.”

“See, that’s not normal. We’re not normal. I don’t know who’s fault that is, but I know I’m part of the problem.”

“Yes, but she was still my sister. We had plenty of good times growing up. Things just got… difficult as she got older. It wasn’t all her fault.”

“That’s nice of her. I should probably make more of an effort to answer people’s emails when I’m between near-death experiences.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying that more than any of the rest of us. We bonded out of concern for you.”

“You still have such a baby face. Except for the broken nose. I don’t think a baby should have broken their nose as many times as you.”

“Oh, yeah, that too. We always sleep together whenever we meet up. It’s just part of the routine. I figured you would be more upset over the murdering.”

“Regardless of what you do in your life - the good and the bad - you’ll never stop being the little boy that I gave up on trying to save. And I’ll never stop being sorry for that.”

“Yes, but I’m parent-shaped so I don’t think it matters all that much.”

“That’s not how you start a conversation. Where are you? What’s going on? Are you dying? If you’re dying, I’ll kill you.”

“I mean, no - I didn’t think that was something anyone would do for anyone. Could do. You had an axe in your chest. I thought you were dead. It was all very terrifying.”

Bucky: …

Y/N: I thought we were partners in crime, but marriage does make me free from ever testifying against you. I’m in!

Y/N: If God gave me strength everyone would be dead.

Bucky: Your presence is incredibly annoying but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.