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Siberia.  Present day.

Blood oozed down his shoulder and chest as Bucky staggered through the snow.  He had to keep going.  There were sleeper agents with his blood and training out there.  If they were sold to a madman, who knows what the world would be like when they activated?  Faster and stronger than any human.  Teleportation.  More than that.  His brain fuzzed as another dose of holy water seeped into his bloodstream from its cradle installed in the cybernetic arm, leaving burns and the smell of rotting meat in its wake.  The cross thumped against his chest, scalding scar tissue and causing his heart to beat out of time.  Precautions to make him as strong as a human assassin.  A sick human assassin.  Shit.  He fell against a tree, sinking down to his knees.  They were going to catch up at this rate.  Exploding the gulag would only do so much.  Bucky refused to be caged again, but he truly believed he had to atone for his crimes as the Winter Soldier.

“Misplaced Devotion (Yellow)” – The Dear Hunter

“Hey girl let's lose ourselves today We can go anywhere we need to get away So say the word and we'll turn Around and leave this place behind

Come on, you're never gonna need him That's why you're in my room tonight So go on, you know you need it That's why you're in my room tonight

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair. It was good to be back on Earth. Solid ground under his feet felt nice. Not that solid ground didn’t exist on his satellite...just the whole idea of it falling out of orbit made his stomach knot. The soldier slid down in his booth slightly, tapping his fingers on the table top as he waited. The waitress came by, handing him a cup of coffee with a smile on her face. He winked back and thanked her before he pour a fair amount of sugar into his cup.

I’m on kik more often than anything and kik says you don’t use it anymore :(

Message me a URL anonymously and I shall write what I think about them. — kickasscurls

Everyone’s so wonderfully on anon goddamn I have no idea whether other people might send this aw fuck — 

We barely talk anymore, and I often feel like we drifted apart, somehow. It’s a shame, but it happens, and it doesn’t need to necessarily stay at that (I know it’s my fault mostly, and I know you have a stressful life, it’s just a note).