#an analysis.

 -  fighting style. 

     there is a clear difference in how the winter soldier fights versus how bucky barnes fights. hell, even a difference with how james buchanan barnes fights. the WS fights very aggressively, there’s a control to it but it’s all out. he’ll pull a relentless array of attacks, from guns all the way to knives and fists. if guns don’t work, then he’ll pull out a knife. if that knife doesn’t work, he’ll move to fists. and when it’s hand to hand combat is when he’s at his best     ——     the power in his punches and the movement in his strikes are all very calculated and aggressive. but it can also lead to him tuckering out quicker. if his enemy survives that initial barrage, the chances of an opening to take him down increases. what makes the winter soldier so deadly is his keen eye for scoping, being able to complete an assassination through a wall or through another human being, or even shooting a moving target while he’s moving also requires an immense amount of accuracy. 

    the WS’s accuracy comes from james barnes. james was known to be an excellent sniper, providing cover fire in recon ops and being the “eye in the sky.” he wasn’t exactly the best at hand to hand, he was efficient but he still preferred using a gun. he was also not as used to fights as he is now, which showed in how he hesitates with calculating moves in battle.  

      remembers how they looked at him. remembers how that blade felt. how his arm felt. how it didn’t feel when he wrapped his titanium fingers around that son of a bitch’s throat. how it felt when he killed with his own bare hands, how that syringe felt when it punctured his skin and what it felt like when his own mind gave way beneath him. how it felt to be strapped to that chair, turned inside out and laid bare for everyone in the world to see him as is     ;    when those words were uttered for the first time, when he thought he was free. he thought he was free, he was free, he was free and then they ripped it from his trembling fingers like it was nothing. he remembers the gaping hole in his mind, a yawning cavern that never seemed to end     ;     he remembers when he tried to escape that hole, remembers how it felt when the wind blew and he was swallowed whole by that deathly cavern. remembers how all the boxes fell and their contents      —       vanished. ghost stories in his mind. he couldn’t remember him. couldn’t remember her. couldn’t remember any of them. those words were uttered and the electric pulses set his body aflame, burned his mind from the inside out. when he fell in to that cavern and he would never be able to crawl back out until almost a century later. a century. 

      a century. 

     i don’t think bucky knew just what it meant when they told him he was free. at first it was this moment, this burst of happiness   ---   it started like a blossom in his heart, those words whispered to him and the moments that followed. sacred moments, moments that stayed with him, ayo, and shuri. but the concept of freedom was so, inherently new to bucky, he’d never known what it was like to be free. not since before the forties. 

      it was fall, capture, torture, freeze, kill, freeze, kill, for decades. moments he thought he escaped, only to be strapped up, muzzled, wiped and frozen again. he’s only ever known what bloodshed is, how to throw a punch, how to ready, aim, fire. what the weakest points were on a body, the best way to shoot someone, confirm deaths, pain, and emptiness. what it meant to be free was a foreign concept. when he was moved to new york, pardoned, the term free became just a little more hazy to him. he was a civilian now, people around him weren’t targets anymore. they were people. the cashier ringing him up for a coffee didn’t size him up, the lady at the gas station didn’t want to kill him. there was no bomb about to go off, there wasn’t anyone in the vicinity with a gun, no hidden scope on his back, but why did he still check his six every passing minute? why did he still remain hyper vigilant, why did every single person that looked at him seem so suspicious? 

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name  :  james buchanan barnes   ;   bucky. age :  107 years, appears to be in 30s.  species :  human. gender  :  cis male. orientation :  homosexual. interests :  playing the piano, darts, practicing knife throwing.  profession  :  avenger. body type : tall  ;  extremely well - built and muscular   ;   scarred and battle - worn. eyes :  blue. they used to be covered in black chalk for anonymity. empty and hollow of who he used to be until recently. they tell the prominent story of his healing.  hair  :  brown wavy hair, a little past the shoulders. typically kept half up/half down, styled to the side, or in an updo.  skin  :  fair skinned.  height  :  6′0″. weight :  220lbs companions  :  some avengers, sam wilson, sarah wilson, shuri, steve rogers. antagonists :  helmut zemo. hydra.  colours :  black, red, blue. smells :  petrichor    ;   coffee  /  coffee shops   ;   an old book. fruits :  plums, coconuts, cherries, apricots. drinks :  coffee    ;   apple cider   ;   hot chocolate. alcoholic bevereges  ?  yes      /   no      /   occasionally      ;     drinks despite not being able to get drunk.  smokes ?  yes   /   no   /   occasionally   drinks ?  yes  /   no   /   occasionally drugs ?  yes    /   no   /   occasionally driver’s  license ?  yes   /   no

little headcanon of mine   —

    bucky loves jazz music. he grew up listening to ella fitzgerald, thelonious monk, and so many other jazz musicians. he learned how to play the piano just because becoming a jazz musician was something he actually wanted to do. he still listens to 20s jazz, although he does have generations of jazz to catch up on   ;    he regularly visits bars with live entertainment, especially if they’re playing that genre.