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@voidsoull ;; texts from last night part 2 (still accepting) Bucky wrote [Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me?

❛   I  like  that  you’ve  got  guts.   ❜   The  captain  complimented,  though  a  brow  remained  rose  in  question,  ❛   But  this  isn’t  your  typical  mission.  There’s  going  to  be  aliens,  space,  and  a  lot  of  jumping  through  vortexes.  We  aren’t  going  to  be  near  Earth,  let  alone  this  galaxy.  You  sure  you’re  up  for  this?   ❜   Carol  knew  the  stakes  of  taking  someone  who  hadn’t  had  the  same  practice  as  she  had  when  it  came  to  space  travel  and  the  extraterrestrial  battles  that  followed.  She  wasn’t  about  to  sugarcoat  any  of  it.  There  was  a  lot  to  know.  And  while  she  settled  in  the  seat  of  her  newly  made  spaceship,  she  readied  herself  for  piloting.  ❛   Also,  if  you’ve  got  a  weak  stomach,  you  might  need  to  bring  trash  bags.  Jump  points  for  newbies  can  really  fuck  up  your  stomach  the  first  few  times.   ❜

With  each  passing  day,  it  was  growing  harder  and  harder  to  think,  to  perform:  to  pass  the  psychological  tests  the  STRIKE  team  had  to  go  through  each  month  in  order  to  test  their  competence,  loyalty,  and  sanity.  There  were  times  Rumlow  had  to  do  things  he  wasn't  very  proud  of,  things  he  knew  he'd  have  to  make  up  for  later  in  the  dead  of  night,  when  all  was  silent  and  still.  They  never  asked  him  to  do  anything  terrible  to  the  brainwashed  soldier,  but  he  needed  to  prove  to  them  that  he  had  no  connection  to  him;  no  soft  spot.  Winter  was  a  weapon,  nothing  more.  

But  dammit  all  when  he  would  lock  eyes  with  the  assassin  while  they  were  being  debriefed;  the  tiniest  of  smirks  would  reach  his  face  to  let  him  know  it  was  all  going  to  be  alright.  Or  later  in  the  evenings,  after  the  two  were  bruised  and  bloodied  from  whatever  job  it  was  they  had  to  do;  he  would  finally  get  a  chance  to  clean  and  sterilize  any  wounds  the  assassin  acquired,  sneaking  small  and  barely  noticeable  kisses  against  both  neck  and  shoulders.  Those  were  the  times  that  made  it  all  worth  it:  knowing  he  would  have  that  and  so  much  more  to  look  forward  to  once  they  made  it  out  of  that  hell  hole.  

When  he  really  thought  about  it,  it  was  terrifying.  The  thought  of  leaving,  no  —-  betraying  -—  Hydra.  Winter  was  his  own  man,  of  course,  but  it  was  Rumlow's  duty  to  protect  him;  would  he  be  able  to  do  that  while  on  the  run?  Because  that  would  be  their  entire  life  once  they  broke  out  of  there:  on  the  run.  Day  by  day,  never  being  able  to  free  themselves  from  the  paranoia.  Always  watching  their  backs  and  never  knowing  peace.  It  seemed  terrible,  sure,  but  was  it  worse  than  the  life  they  were  living  in  the  present  time?  Perhaps  not  for  Rumlow,  but  he  knew  that  Winter  couldn't  take  it  too  much  longer.  There's  only  so  many  times  one  can  scramble  a  man's  brain  like  a  bowl  of  eggs;  he  knew  they  would  drain  him  ‘til  there  was  only  a  shell  of  a  man  left.  And  then  what?  They  would  easily  dispose  of  him  without  a  second  thought.  

Years  ago,  this  was  something  Rumlow  wouldn't  have  cared  about.  Wouldn't  have  bothered  himself  with,  but  as  time  went  on,  he  started  to  grow  attached  to  the  weapon.  The  Assassin.

The  man.

Attempts  were  made  to  just  ignore  the  feelings  and  allow  them  to  fade  just  as  everything  else  seemed  to  do,  but  there  was  something  different  about  Winter.

Bucky.

Perhaps  it  was  the  fact  that  he'd  been  there  since  the  beginning.  He  wondered  if  the  soldier  knew  that.  Knew  that  Rumlow  was  assigned  to  be  his  caretaker  after  the  very  first  time  he  was  thawed  out.  He  wondered  if  he  remembered  Rumlow  going  under  the same  way  since  Hydra  didn't  trust  anyone  else  to  be  his  handler  ...

There  wasn't  a  lot  he  remembered  at  first,  but  a  mention  of  something  always  seemed  to  do  the  trick.  The  more  he  was  scrambled,  the  worse  it  got,  and  that's  what  killed  Rumlow  the  most.  Small  things  were  forgotten,  and  he  could  see  it  written  on  Winter's  face:  the  quiet  and  quick  frustration  of  not  being  able  to  remember  a  precious  memory  right  away.  Small  things  they  shared  together  would  be  wiped  away  in  the  blink  of  an  eye;  yet  they  remained  very  real  to  Rumlow.

Which  is  the  very  reason  why  he  just  couldn't  let  go.

Underneath  that  weapon  was  a  man.

A  man  that  Rumlow  couldn't  seem  to  take  his  eyes  off  of  as  he  found  a  few  moments  of  much  needed  rest.  They  had  only  a  few  minutes  before  they  needed  to  leave  in  order  to  finish  what  was  started.  Embarrassingly  enough,  Rumlow  had  the  bruises  to  prove  his  failure  during  his  run-in  with  Steve  Rogers,  so  now  it  was  time  to  bring  out  the  Asset  with  his  handler  close  by  thanks  to  the  power  of  technology  in  the  form  of  bluetooth.  

❝ Hey, ❞  he  says  after  a  long  silence  filled  only  by  the  soothing  hum  of  the  van  engine,  ❝ y'ready  to  kick  some  ass? ❞  He  kicks  out  his  leg,  nudging  the  other  with  his  boot  as  they  waited  in  the  back  of  the  van.  Rumlow  knew  this  wouldn't  be  a  walk  in  the  park.  If  everything  went  smoothly,  then  there  would  be  nothing  to  worry  about,  but  pitting  the  Winter  Soldier  against  Steve  Rogers  was  probably  one  of  the  worst  ideas  Alexander  Pierce  ever  had.  But  then  again,  they  didn't  really  have  much  of  a  choice.  No  one  else  was  going  to  kill  Steve  Rogers  for  them.

it takes a while for her to jot down her thoughts on paper but when she does the words ‘ say you'll see me again even if it's just pretend ‘ are written on her notepad. 

wildest dreams by tay swift

i can’t believe this wanker is still around like wtf???

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