#sicariav

“c’mere, we don’t have to get up just yet.”

"I definitely need to get up soon." Not that he's looking forward to getting out of his warm and comfortable bed. He's also not looking to leaving Bucky, either. But he does have to get up at some point. He has to go to work and he probably should go this time. Not call in pretending to be sick even if laying there all day sounds great to him.

"Okay---I'll stay for another ten minutes." Then he'd need to get in the shower and get dressed. He's also going to need coffee. A lot of coffee because the day is going to drag. At least being in a new office, he doesn't have to see Neal, because he has a face that Andy would love to punch given the chance.

"Are we still going to get dinner after I get done with work." He can't help the yawn that slips out.

Send  🩹  to  patch  my  muse  up  after  a  fight. - @sicariav.

steve was pretty sure he wasn't ever going to get used to this whole thing. he knew bucky could handle himself. he could before , and he certainly could now. but there was still the part of the blonde that didn't want to see the man he cared so much about be in pain. still , just about every time bucky managed to get a bad enough cut , steve was usually more than willing to help him. steve always just wanted to help. once again back at it with the first aid kit , he gave bucky a gentle , and loving look before starting with the stitching.

It’s ringing through him that Bucky’s never touched him like this. Other ways, yes. Chin grab to get as good as his eyeballs up Steve’s raw nose, two rowdy, bloody bullet holes for nostrils; having the back of his neck palmed and the private fingertip width behind the ear reserved for kisses thumbed over like an unsubtle dig.

‘Never’ being an absolute, the only way to be sure is—

❛What?❜

Steve’s put a fumbled two inches between his mug and Bucky’s syrette-high face search, angling to see him better. His cover’s that and the toe-curling ticklishness at being handled with care after months of not feeling a thing.

The only way to be sure is to have consciously kept track. He still loopy? Checking his pupils gets sabotaged by the backlit perspective, but Steve decides he’s right. Crushingly close, Bucky’s lip lines separate like on a mushroom’s underbelly. He’s, uh.

Like hell that’d get understood, but he’s pretty enough that Steve feels stupid about it.

❛You know you can’t do that anymore. This isn’t a back alley.❜

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He is teeth and fury, a beast wild and ravenous tearing his way through armor and defense alike.

     It’s brutal here. He learned that from day one. Don’t be a fish out of water, don’t offer your hand when someone stumbles, don’t wipe the blood from the Soldier’s brow and tell him he did a good job. This is expected. Anything less is a failure. Anything more is HYDRA.

     Still, he watches out of the corner of his eye, picks up on queues that tell him exactly where the fatal blow will land, how the spine will snap, which way the legs will buckle. In theory, of course. This is training after all. No one loses their life until hubris or sheer stupidity drive them to it.

     “Sign there, sir.” Sir around here feels a lot like spit in the face. It’s a damn good thing he doesn’t know these men. Won’t ever get to. And just to spite the asshole, he turns fully to watch the beast they created do the damn good work he was meant for. Funny how a single man can look so god awfully different in the span of a few years. Tugs right where the strings are.

is he even called the winter soldier anymore ?    maria doesn’t know.   she doesn’t think so.   after all,   the files on him had been out,   for as much as maria had tried to get back all the sensitive information twenty-four hours after romanoff had released everything.   then,  there’d been the wakandan authorities stepping in to vouch for his recovery after the chaos of everyone returning again.  an official pardon being put into a neat little envelope while some old,  tired man announced the release of sergeant james buchanan barnes with the honours he’d deserved from the time he did serve the country.

maria had cocked her head to the side the whole time throughout the hearing;   not out of arrogance,   not necessarily.   but maybe out of that small breath of relief that she’d —   maybe she’d finally done something right.   though she doesn’t like thinking about that.   if she does,   then she would’ve had to acknowledge what rogers has done,   and what happened to romanoff.   (   it hurts saying her name now.   both of them.   so maria doesn’t.   )   and then she’d walk away from the hearing,   satisfied,   on to the next thing she’d needed to clean up.

that was the last time she’d seen barnes.

so why the hell had she just spotted him now,   out here in  cologne,  germany ?    she wouldn’t think barnes was any interested in politics.  not that maria is,  either;   but she had had to explain some stuff about the airport the avengers half-destroyed years ago   (   apparently some rich people are still pissed off.   shocker.    )   and,   well.   a quick run up check with dimitri,  an associate,  told her that no,  there would be no reason for winter  — fucking —  soldier to follow her.   so,   what the fuck ?

‘    it’s fine.   ’     maria says into the intercomm in between;   pretends her eyes aren’t on the shadows where she knows  (  former  )  assassins tend to lie in.    (   she doesn’t think about natasha.   couldn’t.   )  ‘    i’ll keep an eye out on him.    ’

so,   maria clinks champagne glasses through the night,   and fields off arrogant politicians’ questions about any possible thoughts for compensation.    so,   they drawl,   hands over their stomach as they stare her down.   classic intimidation tactic.   cute that they think it’d work on her.   you are saying the avengers will take no responsibility over this ?   no.  because she knows that the global council had already pardoned the group even for that. 

it hurts  -   pretending to smile so much.   she almost half wishes she could join barnes on whatever-the-hell mission that’d sent him here,   before she catches herself.   what a stupid thought.   she just misses —  rogers.   she just misses natasha.   and barnes would probably be out of sight in a couple of hours,   right ?    ...   right ?

“you named him after me?“          “you are my best friend, buck. and a good man. it fits him.”