#cryostase

SOME COULD SAY THAT HER LIFE WAS GAINING BACK MEANING. after getting into college with tony’s help she has found a new purpose to occupy her mind. no longer was she sulking in her room about how without the captain there was no point in her existence. sure, sometimes valerie had bad days. but often the reminder that she had responsibilities kept her going, made her open notebooks and bury herself in history until bad thoughts were replaced by certain events. it helped a lot. the best thing about going to school was probably the people. finally having friends other than the avengers was an amazing experience. going out, leaving the facility to at least get dinner or see a movie. it made her more alive than she ever felt in the last four or five years. like... she was finally happy.

Alright, so maybe he hadn’t considered getting stuck in a situation like this when he started chasing down his friend. But if Steve were honest with himself, he also hadn’t particularly cared. The discovery that Bucky was alive had been a shock to his system that was for sure. But besides the shock, it had given him this horribly warm feeling in his chest that was something akin to hope. He had forgotten a little bit about that feeling until his friend came back. Steve had woken from the ice and immediately thrown himself into another fight. With aliens. And from then on, he hadn’t really given himself much time to process the world around him and his place in it. He hadn’t wanted to.

He hadn’t wanted to and he had continued surviving, because that was what Steve was good at. But knowing Bucky was alive had made him more reckless. Sam offered to join Steve on his hunt to track down his friend. And for a while Steve had let him. But the months started wearing on, and there was no sign that the former assassin was close. There were clues and guiding points to track, but they never properly caught up. The man was always a step ahead of them. Steve’s frustration when they came up short at another Hydra base was terrible. His anger at Hydra and what they had taken from him building and building until he would swing at machines and whatever else in each base, swing and swing until Sam tried to catch his hand and draw him away from the building.

So Steve sent Sam home, telling him that he was going to just explore that city a little more before following him back. It was a lie, and he knew Sam knew it too, but the pretense kept Steve going. So he continued after Bucky’s trail, taking down remaining Hydra agents where he could. But some days, like this one, Steve didn’t take into account the possibility that he would end up somewhere that Bucky hadn’t shown yet. Steve got to the building and quickly discovered that this one was still operating. It was still operating and there were a ton of agents. The voice in his head that sounded kind of like Sam said Steve you know this is reckless. Back off and wait for him to show. If he will. But Steve’s anger took over. That anger at the people who had dehumanized his friend. Who hadn’t cared what they were doing to a human being.

And so Steve Rogers launched himself forward, swinging at the first guys he saw. He let the anger take hold and drive him on. These guys had contributed to the problem. They were members of a horrible organization. Steve kept swinging. He kept swinging and twisted around to knock two of them together. His heart was pounding, adrenaline spiking as he moved toward the entrance of the base. Men came pouring out of the base like ants from an ant hill. But Steve wasn’t alarmed. He didn’t let himself be. He just kept going, like he could go straight to the root of the problem like this. Then one of the men brought out a strange looking weapon, and Steve only had time to throw his shield up before it fired, hitting his shield and launching Steve backwards. He hit the ground hard and cursed up a string.

my opinion on;

character in general: BUCKY BOY.  MY LOVE.  okay i have to admit for a long long time i was sort of apathetic towards bucky / kind of didnt like him very much?  but over time ive grown to love him a lot more than i used to and now i adore that man so.  my feelings have definitely changed.how they play them: so well!!!  seriously.  this bucky is quality as fuck.  and their writing is????  so amazingly good?  like, holy shit.  i love seeing them on my dashthe mun: a total sweetheart!!  we havent talked a whole lot (mostly bc im really bad at replying to messages ooc) but i love them <3

do i;

follow them: yes!rp with them: i don’t think we’ve ever actually interacted (which is probably my fault)want to rp with them: absolutely!!!!ship their character with mine: yes!  i love winteriron with my entire soul

what is my;

overall opinion: 10/10 amazing bucky

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I ALWAYS FIND BUCKY AND TONY SO HARD CAUSE COMPLEX buutt here goes nothing.

1) for some reason or another steve is put in harms way and bucky and tony end up working together (not by choice) to help get their friend back alive and unharmed. almost like a childish ‘he was my friend’ back and forth until they actually start to get along and agree with one another. 

2) after their fight in civil war, tony tries to approach bucky suggesting that he makes him a new improved arm as a way of an apology and they actually spend up spending a fair amount of time together during the process.

          who knew that his luck would run out at some point ?   the arm isn’t detachable, barnes wakes up an hour too soon, grabs him by the throat and then on top of it all———when his pleasant co-traveler commands him to turn around, his heart breaks down in the middle of nowhere.   now he’s been in situations before, when all seems to be lost and he might as well push his head under the sword of almighty guillotine, and he still would come out of it swinging and whistling happily with the prize in his hands, but...   this time, the prize is a living, breathing human being and he doesn’t like being referred to as prize ( more of an unwilling subject in a stupid bet, or a key to the actual prize, or— ) and has a metal arm that could crush muscle and bone and remy’s head, if so he wished to.   so there’s no question as of why he’s not exactly happy with his car’s last coughs where he sees nothing but desert and dirt all around, and doesn’t know how to explain this to his friendly companion that they might need to walk to the nearest motel he saw like a couple of miles back.