#akryptonianavenger

Another day, another HYDRA base to knock over. The Howling Commandos were in full swing. Had been at this since before Christmas. They were a well-oiled unit. They had busted down the main door, handled the grunts and now were sweeping around. So far, so good. Making sure they weren’t missing any new intel. Cap sent Bucky one way, Dum Dum and Jones the other. Him and the rest were going to the main area. Bucky kicked in a door-

Bucky froze, finger on the trigger. Head ached something fierce and his legs turned to jelly. For a second, it felt like he was still strapped to the table and this was all a fever dream from pneumonia and whatever they shot him up with. That damn doctor’s voice in his head. Pain, like he was being dipped in acid. Heart feeling like it was going to burst in his chest. And then her. Looking down at him. No angel in Hell. 

“Didn’t think you were real,” he makes out through clenched teeth. He pulls the trigger, mowing down this reminder.

akryptonianavenger asked:

“how about you make me?” (for bucky college au)

Bucky raised an eyebrow at Kara, smirking as he contemplated her words. 

“C’mon, KarBare. We both know that if I have to make you, we’re both only going to end up enjoying it a little too much. You still want me to “Make you?”

@akryptonianavenger​ sent: " hey... s-stop that, okay? y'gotta look at me now. hear me. i regret none of it. i... i'd do it a thousand times over. " the cost of victory || accepting

James let out a growl as he punched the brick wall, causing bits of mortar to crumble beneath the vibranium hand. He had fucked up and it had gotten Kara hurt. James and underestimated the situation and if Kara died because of his mistake he would never be able to live with himself.

He needed to calm down, needed to think about Kara's needs. James crouched down in front of her, cupping her face with his human hand. "I'm so sorry, Kara. This is my fault. I never wanted you to get hurt because of me." She needed a hospital, or to get back to S.W.O.R.D. "Please, please stay with me...I'm gonna get you help."

@akryptoniangirl​ sent: “What are you doing in a place like this?” (for mason)

     “I came for the quiet,” he told her. But the quiet had broken the second she arrived, shattering what peace he’d craved. It may have seemed odd to her, but places like this derelict building gave him a strange sense of peace.

     She wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t something he could define in simple terms. Kara would simple have to accept that.

     Mason stared straight ahead, at a wall of broken plaster and torn wallpaper, eyes trailing over the lines as if... searching for something. And perhaps he was. Perhaps not.

     He finally acknowledged Kara by turning to face her, face as impassive as ever. “How did you find me?” 

Johnny walked down the long seemingly endless hallway of the Foundation towards the main lab where he was sure to find his brother-in-law and Kara.  Sue and Ben were likely in the control room but he didn’t need to pester them right now -- it was Kara he was hoping to pull away from Reed’s grasps.  She had been in there tinkering and marveling over all Reed’s technology and that irked Johnny because she should be marveling over him.  He was quick to find out that Kara was unlike any other girl he had ever dated.  He was so used to them throwing themselves at him but Kara wasn’t like that at all.  And he was still learning how to cope with that.

He stopped at the door and pressed the button on the side.  With a ‘whoosh it opened up and then he stepped inside Reed’s pristine workspace.  “Are you two eggheads done in here yet?” he asked, hands on his hips, looking down at them.  The were hunched over a workbench looking at one of Reed’s blueprints.  “Yo -- Johnny is bored and wants some playtime with his girlfriend ---”  He smirked and shook his head when they didn’t look up.  Did they even know he was there.

“Hey nerds -- The space station just fell out of orbit and we’re hurling towards the sun...”

Ransom sat in one of the leather armchairs with a drink in his hand and feet propped up on the coffee table.  While a guy in a skeleton costume yammered on about all the money he made in the stock market this past week.  It was almost comical and he did everything he could not to laugh in the man’s face.  

Goddamn, this was the most boring halloween party he had ever been to.  But what did he expect from the country club.  It was mainly to raise money for the children’s hospital but he thought at fifteen thousand per ticket it would be a little more fun.  Glancing down at his watch, he noticed the time and also Kara wasn’t here yet.  He swore to God if she did not show up to this thing he was going to be pissed.  After all she was the one that talked him into coming in the first place.

“Excuse me, I’m getting a refill...” Ransom said as he stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his black suit.  He didn’t really have a costume, but he did find a vintage all black suit and tie at the store and he had a mask that was like the one worn by the Phantom of Phantom of the Opera.  That was about as much effort as he was going to put in to this thing.

“Oh!” The skeleton said, stretching out his glass towards Ransom.  “Could you get me another whiskey sour?”

Ransom looked down at him, curling his lips slightly.  “Get it yourself.  You have legs.” And with that he walked off and over to the bar.  He ordered another drink and while he waited for it he texted Kara.

[sms: kara]  Where the hell are you?? I’ve been waiting for about an hour! You showing up or did you get stuck in your costume? [sms: kara] if you’re not here in ten minutes I’m leaving and going home to watch slasher movies.

   “just keep smilin’ through, like you always do.” whether bucky meant it genuinely or as a jab seemed to be rather ambiguous by the softer tone of his voice.