#ghostasset

[ sms ] if she hides under the bed, there's a little feather on a stick you can use to get her out. [ sms ] and if she's yelling at the window it's because the neighbor's tomcat is out again, she hates him. or loves him, i honestly can't tell. [ sms ] ... i'm texting too much again aren't i        /       @ghostasset​.​

[   SEND TEXT   //   CONTACT ID   ]  :  JBARNES.

send  me  “  and  I  quote  !  ”  and  i’ll  write  a  little  starter  based  off  of  the  prompts  given  by  the  incorrect  quotes  generator.

➼ MEMES  ! @ghostasset​  asked    :     “ you deserve better. ”

clint  can’t  remember  how  long  it’s  been  since  bucky’s  last  nightmare.    NIGHTMARE    . . .    that  doesn’t  really  do  these  justice,    does  it  ?    people  have  nightmares  all  the  time.    these  are  something  else,    something  with  teeth  and  venom.    clint  wonders,    sometimes,    what  bucky  sees  when  it  happens,    but  he’s  quick  to  perish  the  thought.    the  man  isn’t  some  wounded  animal,    and  clint’s  no  therapist.    what  he  is,    what  he’s  very  good  at  being,    is  just    . . .    there.    he’s  there  in  the  bathroom,    crouching  beside  bucky  as  he  pants  pitifully  into  the  just  -  flushed  toilet  bowl,    there  pulling  back  strings  of  sweat  -  damp  hair  where  they  keep  trying  to  fall  into  bucky’s  face.

he’s  there  when  bucky  tells  him,    in  a  rough  and  quiet  voice  that  just  doesn’t  sound  like  his  bucky  that  clint  deserves  better.    better  than  what  ?    a  guy  who  loves  him  who  survived  the  worst  seventy  years  in  all  of  history  and  has  the  occasional  REALLY  BAD  NIGHT  as  a  result  ?    〝    have  you  met  me  ?    〞    clint  wants  to  tell  him,    if  anything,    it  ought  to  be  the  other  way  around,    but  that’s  not  an  argument  to  have  with  a  man  with  his  head  hovering  over  a  toilet  bowl.    so,    he  swallows  the  rest  down,    and  offers  up  instead,    〝    sorry,    but  you’re  stuck  with  me,    bud.    〞  

when he looks up again,  he is not alone. he blinks once,  twice,  then hauls himself to his feet.  he towers over the man in a way he shouldn’t,  but he doesn’t know why.  scratch that ---- he doesn’t care why.  so little matters. 

“ barnes? ”  he asks,  not bothering to frown.  he just looks dazed.  “ where are we? ” 

It had taken so much time to figure out, and even more planning to carefully figure which day he could make what phone call and so on. But finally he had managed it. He had managed to call Kate, who was the bigger part of the plan. A plan that, if everything went according to plan. was currently in motion and would ring Bucky’s door bell right about now, just in time for Clint to call.

What should have arrived to Bucky’s place was a pizza delivery, with accompanying flowers and an USB stick. The pizza was already payed for - thanks to Kate. And if they had managed to follow instructions the box lid, when Bucky opened it. would say “Happy Birthday, too bad you’re not turning 69 ; )”

Counting down second before he punched the phone number in Clint was, to say the least. very excited to see how things had managed to turn out.

@ghostasset​ said: Things didn’t go exactly as planned, but I’m not dead, so it’s a win.

he could swear those exact words have come out of his own mouth before, and frankly, he doesn’t love getting a taste of his own medicine. honestly, the thought of losing bucky unsettles his stomach, but steve doesn’t want to think about that. sure, it’s a win (relief) that bucky came away from the whole thing relatively unharmed. however, he’d prefer to avoid close calls like that if possible. anyone hurt on his watch, while he’s out there with them, that’s a weight he bears on his shoulders whether he has to or not. and what happens to bucky? well, that’s a little more personal. no, he won’t elaborate. all he knows is his hands aren’t quite steady yet.

@ghostasset​ sent...  ❝ maybe get some sleep or something? you look pretty beat. ❞ accepting...  hades.

sleep  has  never  been  a  friend  of  his.    it’s  the  trauma  or  his  brain,  or  probably  both,  that  makes  it  difficult  for  him.    from  bad  dreams  to  just  plain  and  simple  insomnia  and  paranoia,  it  makes  it  difficult  for  him  to  lay  down  in  bed  and  close  his  eyes.    to  just  shut  out  the  rest  of  the  world  and  decide  to  rest.    often  times,  it’s  the  simple  need  to  keep  working,  to  keep  building,  making,  improving  what’ll  be  the  future;  but,  on  the  other  hand,  it’s  the  inability  of  his  brain  to  shut  up.