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"You shouldn't talk so down about yourself. You're more than what you were manipulated into being. The minute you had control back in your hands you strived to put forward the effort to correct the things that you were forced to do. You shouldn't have your hands stained red for what you cannot control."
Steve put his hand on Bucky's shoulder and looked at him with sympathy but also understanding. He wanted him to understand that there was more to his situation than the blame he carried.
"I wouldn't have done half the things I started without the backing I had and you were a part of the backing. I might have stood up but you've always been by my side to institute the heavy lifting of the situation. You've done the ground work for good in a sea of trauma and you still stand here and look at me with that wish to be someone else. You shouldn't."
"Being you is enough. You have done a world of good for humanity and it's not what you did as the Winter Soldier, that's what you couldn't control. What you did control saved millions of lives and made moves to redeem yourself in a world where you really shouldn't have had to in the first place. You're a victim. Not a culprit."
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We're mutuals over on my sideblog emotionsecho, but I'm shouting out @immortalmuses for this one! They're always so passionate about their fandoms, even the ones with smaller RPCs. Our yap sessions about The Ol.d Gu.ard have inspired quite a few plots / starter ideas, and I can't wait to get to the replies I owe!
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This one goes to the ever lovely @ghostsandmirrors :). Aer edit tag is filled with SUCH awesome edits -- like, hello?? Look at this edit ae made me??? Obsessed??? Aer edits always bring me such joy, I'm perpetually in awe, ahaha.
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Literally everyone I'm mutuals with, you all bring me such joy, but especially @velvcty! I love the depth all her OCs and how she fits them perfectly into the RE canon. Special shoutout to her blog aesthetic, it's so fun and has good vibes all around.
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⥠Starter for @ghostsandmirrors
It was late night on Midgard. Loki had been restless all night, something continually weighing on his chest. He couldn't bring himself to sleep, pacing for a brief period of time or trying to read a book in order to pass the time quickly. However, nothing seemed to hold his attention for long, a sense of frustration welling up in his core. The God of Mischief scowled in aggravation, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
It had been a while since he had gone to see his companion, a frown marring his typically elegant features. He had grown fond of the mortal in their time together, the softening of his heart not lost on him. There was loneliness in the atmosphere, not having Bucky by his side. Deciding it would benefit the both of them if he should pay a visit, Loki focused his seiĂ°r and began to dreamwalk.
The color seemed to fade from the world that he found himself in, a blur of ugly neutrals, the humming of electronics, and something ominous in the air. As the surroundings cleared from the cloudy haze of walking between realms, the trickster could make out some sort of... lab. There was a chair in the center with straps bolted to the arms and the bottom of the seat, a semi-circular metal ring mounted above it, and monitors on either side with tracking for vitals. While Loki had been examining the scene more closely, a mix of caution and uncertainty in his chest, Bucky had materialized in the seat, a guard planted in his mouth...
The circular ring began to quietly whir, breaking apart as it came closer to the soldier's temple. Loki's eyes widenened a fraction as he caught the flicker of electricity shooting through the ends of the machine. Realizing that Bucky was in danger â at least, in the nightmare realm â he moved quickly and crossed the threshold in long strides, forming a dagger in his palm. With a few quick cuts, he was already ripping his companion away from the ring, forcing him to sit up.
"Whatever will I do with you?" he murmured, more to himself than Bucky, as he knelt down and sliced through the straps around his legs. Loki had probed around in the mortal's memories before, even ones he had locked away in the depths of his subconscious, and he knew exactly what the scene before him was. It made his heart ache, although he kept his composure, standing up and lifting him from the chair. "You're safe now," the God reassured him, trying to soothe any distress he might be feeling, as he delicately removed the guard and settled onto the floor with him.
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Catalina didnât bristle at Buckyâs initial, brash response. Sheâd heard a lot worse from people she liked more, so she only stared back at him. The clothing sheâd opted for didnât have any significant differences from her usual glitzy formal wear, but the ponytail sheâd tied her hair back in felt more casual. Catalina didnât feel like being Catalina Cisneros tonight; she was only Cata, and that satisfied her.
âIt pays off to have friends in high places,â she replied nonchalantly, a slight shrug of her shoulders punctuating her remark.
She snapped open her compact mirror, and she puckered her lips to see the shine of the lip gloss sheâd donned tonight. They might not have been anything, as Catalina had said, but it didnât mean she couldnât enjoy her time with him regardless. For all that she could play at being the experienced femme fatale, she didnât have 100 years under her belt, and she didnât have many friends, either. Good conversationalists always found purpose in her life, and upon that statement, she closed the compact once again.
âWell, now we have to go out,â Catalina insisted. âI know just the place. I donât work and tell, but⊠Leandro mightâve had something to do with it. Heâs not important right now â you are. And so am I, obviously. Now câmon!â
As soon as the words left Grace's mouth, she knew she had made a mistake. Wished she could hit a rewind button and suck them back into her body, make them never happen, based solely on the way Bucky was looking at her now. Her insides crawled with embarrassment and a hot flush rose up her neck.
"Sorry, that wasâ" really unprofessional, she starts to say, but is interrupted by his question. And it touches her. He's technically her client, and this is breaching all kinds of protocol, but these past few weeks spending time with Bucky had been a lot more like spending time with a friend than a client. Mostly because he never talks about anything personal, but they're getting to the point where she can glean how he's feeling by what he doesn't say rather than what he does. And the fact that he's asking makes it feel like he might actually like her.
She sits with the feeling for a moment, then shakes her head. "No, no, I'm sorry, that was a terrible joke and in bad taste. I've just been..." don't say it don't say it don't say itâ "...really lonely."
