#torturewon

          and whereas i was tempted to also mention his parents’ deaths... and don’t get me wrong, those were definitely moments of anguish and grief --- but i’m going to say that his worst memory is of the moment, already after a couple years of being captured/tortured, when he realized he was starting to forget. when he realized what HYDRA’s ploy really was about, and how it spanned so horribly beyond physical pain/abuse. because... for example, as much as the death of a mother/father hurts, it is somewhat to be expected in life --- it’s a matter of when it happens and how it happens, but it will happen for sure at some point. but the realization that you are being unmade from the inside out, that you’re going to lose yourself even after everything you’ve already endured, that they are going to take your loved ones that live in you and turn them to strangers, to noise to be disposed of --- yeah, this is a memory he isn’t going to get over, ever.

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                   Hesitation fills his body for a moment, but after contemplation, Ashley’s hands run across Bucky’s chest, hooking around his torso as he leans forward, pressing his chin to the top of his head. A hug ; something rare, yet always desired. They tended to dance around physical affection like this, worried about one thing or another. “ I used some epsom salt. To ease your aches. ”

“Это я. James, it's me.” Natasha doesn’t beg – she’s never had reason to – but finds the word spilling before she can think twice. “James, please.”

i need to take a quick look at timelines- i’m wondering if you mean muscovite prince during the era when the russ were ruled by the mongols or more like ivan grosny era when they were a major power but on the edges of the world or a catherine the great era where they were trying to be european? cause that would inform what steve would be in that period! but i’m here! for! that!

a perplexed look crosses the bomber’s face ,   a frown etched into features that normally carry a trademarked psychotic grin ,   proof in just how much he enjoys what he does.   this is really none of his concern.   worrying about the soldier’s part in their mission  shouldn’t  cross his mind.   and yet.   ❝  how do you plan on getting back to the base then ,   hm ?   gonna steal a car or something ?   because i’m  more  than capable of holding my own until you make it back for pickup -------  ❞

“I can’t sleep,” she confessed, sitting there waiting for the water to boil so she could make tea. “I can’t sleep and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.” 

                “ You don’t have to pretend to like it. I know I’m uh, a pretty terrible cook, ” Ashley mumbles, a sigh escaping his lips as he sits on the edge of the bed, plate in hand. It was an attempt at a breakfast that Bucky had enjoyed in his youth, albeit with a terrible turnout. It seemed like Ashley’s cooking was cursed to fail every time he attempted it. Despite numerous attempts, he’s only disappointed his love. “ How about we go out for breakfast instead ?? ”