#lostsouldier

@lostsouldier​ ;; intentional and accidental nudes (still accepting) Ѡ Bucky sent an accidental nude

he’s already there waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs when she hits the final step outside of the met; his combination of jeans and a sweatshirt looking far more appealing right now than the cocktail dress she had to drag out of the very back of her closet earlier in the evening on short notice. she conveys as much with a jealous groan before actually saying hello --------- insisting the pair can walk and talk ( gossip is more like it, but she won’t outright call it that --- she had been attending for business, not pleasure ) about fisk’s little fundraising get together as they go now that there’s a break in the rain.

       “i hated these things then, and i hate them now.” @lostsouldier has his pick of what ‘these things’ could be ----- the ‘fundraiser’ that’s charity - washing a whole lot of money, the small talk she’d had to endure for the last few hours or the fact she’d had to stand there uncomfortably and grin and bear them both while balancing a drink in her hand and minding her tongue. ( the only reason she’d gotten so comfortable with it back in hightown was sheer repetition -------- that and her survival instinct running on high alert nonstop for more than half a decade. )

the reflections of traffic lights and neon scattered and diffused on the wet pavement is apparently one of those universal things, she notices as they walk along --------- they looks the same here as it did half a world away, and she has to go and catch herself mentally before she refers to that other place as home out of habit. two large raindrops landing square on her forehead interrupt her story about her conversation with one of fisk’s staff ( and the parsley stuck in his teeth ) eliciting an annoyed “shit,” from her as she glances up at the black - grey sky of manhattan and gets greeted with another handful of drops on her face for her trouble. “so much for being dry.”

he’s already proven to be just as stubborn as she is enough times for it not to come as a surprise that the moment the skies once again fully open up he’s fussing with his jacket in an attempt to keep her dry ---------- nor should it be one for him that she fully intends to spend the handful of blocks they still have to walk towards the subway station on 86th protesting the gesture and trying to convince him to put his coat back on. ( but she will at least concede to herself that the heels she’d chosen for the night were a poor choice ------ just another reason why she never wears them unless absolutely necessary. but barefoot on the subway is too far, even for her. )

when they reach the staircase and he still hasn’t left her side, arms outstretched over her head while she pauses to rummage through her bag for her metrocard, she debates darting back into the rain just to be difficult.

       It  was  wild  to  think  the  yesterday  in  her  memory  was  sixty-five  years  ago. the  cook,  the  few  diner  patrons  and  herself  lined  up  with  their  hands  behind  their  head  and  back  to  local  police  and  military  as  they  commanded  them  to  stay  where  they  were,  screamed  at  like  criminals  while  the  blue  smoke  from  the  mysterious  bomb  subsided. 

       no  one  understood  what  was  going  on  or  what  the  diner  had  been  hit  with. but  from  what  ella  could  gather  amongst  the  chaos  was  that  they  weren’t  either,  and  worried  it  was  a  biohazard  that  needed  to  be  contained.

 MAY 14TH,  1947,  BROOKLYN,  NEW YORK.

 and  then  it  all  went  dark.

 LATE 2012,  MANHATTEN,  NEW YORK.

       “  we’ve  got  brain  function !  give  her  more  oxygen. “  a  loud  ringing  in  her  ear  alerting  the  waitress  while  she  dipped  in  and  out  of  consciousness,  bright  lights  and  shadowed  figures  crowded  around  her nearly lifeless  body  on  a  surgical  table. 

 “  welcome  to  the  twenty-first  century. “ 

      the  entire  first  week  of  being  unthawed  was  full  of  so  many  new  things  and  surprises...and  a  lot  of  physical  therapy. your  body  being  frozen  for  sixty-five  years  made  you  have  to  strengthen  things  you  hadn’t  used  in  a  while, apparently. but  those  words  stuck  with  her,  the  shock  of  it  all. though  she  passed  each  phase  of  her  integration  and  recovery  so  far  with  flying  colors.. she  just  still  couldn’t  believe  it. 

      out  of  everyone  else  who  had  apparently  been  frozen  alongside  her  to  contain  what  they  feared  was  a  biohazard,  ellanor  was  the  only  one  to  survive  and  able  to  cope  with  the  news. 

         she  was  alive..so  the  only  logical  thing  to  do  was  to  move  forward. there  wasn’t  much  choice. It  seemed  everyone  here  at  the  S.H.I.E.L.D  medical  wing  was  counting  on  it.. and  she  was  too  afraid  to  let  them  down.

      there  was  just  a  lot  of  catching  up  to  do. while  she  rested  and  they  monitored  her,  the  television  was  her  best  friend. eyes  lighting  up  with  such  wonder  and  piles  of  new  snacks  on  a  cart  by  her  bedside.

      “  well  I  think  it’s  very  sweet  you’re  here  to  see  her. “  ella’s  main  nurse  katie  whispered  just  outside  her  door  to  the  man,  the  two  of  them  just  out  of  sight. 

        the  current  open  bag  of  snacks  was  skittles,  ellanor  shaking  them  into  her  palm  while  her  gaze  glued  to  the  sight  of  man  landing  on  the  moon. “  oh  my  days,  katie !  we  went  to  the  moon  !“ 

     the  blonde  smiled  softly,  chuckling  under  her  breath  and  leaning  to  project  her  voice  loud  enough  for  her  to  hear. “  yup,  we  sure  did. we’ve  got  a  rover  on  mars  now,  too. “ 

 “  what’s  a  rover ?  “  ella asked.

 “  you’ll  get  there. “  katie responded.

      shaking  her  head  while  she  held  ella’s  medical  chart  to  her  chest. “  it’s  actually  perfect  that  you’re  here. 2e  were  planning  on  letting  her  outside  for  a  walk  today. I  think  it  would  be  best  if  you  took  her.”  if  her  vitals  were  fine  after  the  shock. 

      katie  turned  to  walk  into  her  room  now,  putting  the  chart  back  at  the  end  of  her  bed  and  adjusting  some  things,  inhaling  deeply  with  her  hands  on  the  edge  of  her  bedside. but  she looked  a  tad  choked  up. “  so.. ella,  um. you  actually  have  a  visitor  if  that’s  alright. Is  it  okay  if  he  comes  in?  “ 

       the  last  skittle  was  put  in  her  mouth  when  she  paused,  staring  at  her  nurse  in  confusion  for  a  moment  before  continuing  to  chew  and  swallow  the  last  bit  of  her  candy. “  .....really ?  “  perplexed,  she  paused  the  tv,  pushing  her  cart  away  and  smoothing  down  her  new  hairstyle  her  nurse  had  helped  her  with. simple  and  straight,  it  was  pretty.

         adjusting  her  cardigan,  she  sat  up,  pulling  at  her  hospital  gown  and  craning  her  neck  as  if  that  would  make  whoever  hadn’t  appeared  yet  appear.

        her  nurse  began  to  leave  the  room,  patting  his  shoulder  on  the  way  out  to  give  them  some  privacy. 

     “  well  hold  on--who  is  it ?  “  but  it  was  too  late,  she  was  already  gone. 

        the  sudden  sight  took  her  breath  away. wide  eyes  quickly  turned  glassy  while  the  tears  welled  up,  the  hand  that  had  at  some  point  lifted  to  her  mouth  dropping  to  her  chest. 

        one  of  the  biggest  things  to  break  her  heart. the  death  of  one  of  her  dearest  friends  and  attending  his  funeral. yet  here  he  was  in  the  flesh. it broke her heart all over again. was  it  really  him ?  was  this  a  test ? 

         “....bucky ?  “  she  asked  just  barely  above  a  whisper,  like  speaking  too  loud  would  make  him  disappear  into  thin  air. but  let  it  be  true. just  let  her  have  one  thing  in  this  terrifying  uncertain  future. 

        tears  began  spilling  down  her  cheeks  from  crinkled  eyes,  the  former  waitress  unable  to  help  herself  from  laughing  and  crying, fingers  trembling.  the  only  valid  response  to  this  confusion.  perhaps  it  was  just  everything  at  once  spilling over.

       all  of  those  letters  she  had  sent  him  during  the  war. all  the  things  they  had  planned  to  do  when  he  returned  to  celebrate. oh  please  let  it  be  true.

 “  you’re  late. “  /  @lostsouldier for bucky from ella <3

SOMETIMES, NATASHA COULDN'T EXPLAIN WHY she was so drawn to the soldier. why a part of her was always so ready to go to him when she was in need of help or a partner for a mission that required one. most of the time she could complete her work as a lone agent. it worked out better in her favor given the sort of work that she was doing. undercover is when she did her best gathering of intel. her skills were vast and she couldn't blame SHIELD for wanting her to do more at times.

suppose now was one of those times ... which was why she found herself drawing towards the soldier that inexplicitly made her chest warm without any explanation as to why. there was no past there. no memories. she was told that there should be. mission success came at the greatest cost it seemed .. but how could she miss something that she had no recollection of? " soldat. " the acknowledgement rolls of her tongue with ease, although the undertones nearly sounded ... affectionate? lips thin as they press together, slowing to a stop just before him, " ready to head off? we're going to be behind schedule. " she states as if it were any fault but her own.

@lostsouldier​ : ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime.

THE GODDESS CIRCLED THE MORTAL LIKE A PREDATOR WOULD ITS PREY. or perhaps it was more like a customer deciding if their choice of pet would suffice before taking it home. she usually stayed out of human affairs, only offering her services to their government if she was bored enough, tucking away that debt for later use. but this man intrigued her, reminded her of the mortal heroes whose souls inevitably passed through the underworld. “ they made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace, ” she hummed, gliding across the floor boards of his dwelling with an unnatural grace. “ i would like to employ you to find me something much less—illusive. ”