#weaponizedembrace

@weaponizedembrace, manhandling starters (accepting) Steve physically picks Bucky up and carries him

           The sedative has worn off by the time the plane touches down in London and, unfortunately, so has the morphine. His whole body feels torn and broken and Bucky barely manages to grit his teeth to keep himself from moaning whenever the transporter hits a bump in the road. At least Steve is accompanying him -- Colonel Phillips and Agent Carter will take care of Zola. The military hospital is busy and loud and both doctors and nurses take no-nonsense. A Major McKidd tells Steve he can stay if he shuts the hell up and gets out of his way (which is a little impressive because this guy clearly recognizes Steve as Captain America, but, on the other hand, McKidd outranks him) and gets to work. He reads the patient chart, frowns, looks Bucky over and then makes new X-rays (instead of giving him something for the pain, for fuck’s sake). 

           “According to Captain Turner you should be dead,” McKidd says after studying the X-rays, waving some patient charts around, “but maybe he overestimated your injuries because you should have more of them after falling off a fucking mountain. Your ribs are broken but not shattered. There are crackings in your femur and tibia and your skull, but nothing too serious. You left arm probably got stuck on the way down and slowed your fall.” There’s no pity or warmth in the doctor’s voice. He probably saw too much for that already. Bucky grits his teeth. 

          “I APPRECIATE THAT YOU THOUGHT OF NELSON & MURDOCK to help your friend, Mr. Rogers, but this... this is a difficult case. Bucky Barnes has been accused of terrorism, among other things. If you really believe this is something worth fighting for, I promise that we’ll try our best to help you in whatever way we can.”

“No, I shan’t.” Wanda told Bucky as they sat on the bus, hands entwined. They were on yet another date, going to Coney Island. She leaned a little closer until her nose was inches from his face and she giggled. “What are you going to do about it? Huh?” She teased before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

BRAIN WAS NOT FOOLED. The Wakandans had offered him a little hut near the lake to stay in. He had to report back to Princess Shuri and Doctor Nutumba every day for a couple of hours, and the closest village was two miles off, but he was 99 % certain they were still watching him, somehow. This country was exceptionally sophisticated and technologically advanced. He bet even the Soldier would find it impossible to discern if they were monitored or not. Still. It was the semblance of a life again, and they couldn’t constantly prod at him anymore or ask him hundreds of questions because his mental condition was very interesting. Brain was still furious they had found out about it. 

He put the basket filled with cassava on the ground and washed his hands in the bucket next to the hut’s door. He hoped Vanya would know what to do with these radish-shaped tubers because he sure as hell had no idea. Farming was not an ideal occupation, but it helped to tire out the body and he was less prone to switch to another personality. Brain hated to not be on top and deal with the other’s messes. 

Anon sent in “♥ ♥ ♥ “ (Always Accepting) --------------------------------------------------

Multimuses are amazing people, so I will talk about three of them that I either have threads with, or I admire from afar!

@legends-and-savages​ is an amazing and has so many muses, I think I would go crazy if I even tried that man, two is enough for me! But what can I say about the mun? They are so understanding and feed into my love of threads and their muses. Like, they have some muses that I haven’t seen around here, and revived my love for a certain Trilogy. So I cannot say how awesome they are!

@weaponizedembrace​ is another amazing multimuse, they have two (Steve and Bucky) and their own unique spin is shown in their threads! I mostly admire them from afar because I am the shy one that doesn’t reach out to new people to send threads (even though we have had some in the past) I still love them!

@weaponizedembrace

Steve hadn’t had this much time to think about his feelings in years, and he hated it. It was easier to compartmentalize and focus on the mission at hand, but now, there was no mission. Steve Rogers was retired, and Sam had taken up the Captain America mantle. There was no one more worthy, and Steve was very proud of him, but now he had no idea what to do with his time.

Unfortunately, the more free time he had, the more he thought about Bucky. It was a damned miracle that they were both here in this timeline together, and he was very grateful, but now he had to acknowledge things he had left unsaid for many, many years. Well, at least in theory. Steve was absolutely never going to tell Bucky how he felt, but he considered it progress that he could put a name to the feelings and sit with them now. That would have to be enough. Bucky had been through so much and was still recovering, and the last thing Steve wanted was to make things more difficult for him.

Right now, Steve’s job was to help Bucky through that recovery, and keep watch over him now that they finally had time to heal. They had become roommates again now that everything had settled down, living in a secluded countryside house for the moment. Steve felt better knowing Bucky wasn’t living alone and dealing with the aftermath of everything by himself, but it was slightly torturous living with the man he was quietly in love with. Still, though, that was his problem, and Bucky’s wellbeing was more important.

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“Hey-- oh--,” he says, arms easily going around Bucky’s waist and squeezing back with the same intensity. He has to wonder if something’s wrong, though. Humming a sound to indicate no, he’s not busy right now, he lowers his face to Bucky’s shoulder briefly before deciding this wasn’t enough.

When was there ever enough Bucky?

He shifts his weight a little and lifts, getting a hand under Bucky’s thigh to help hoist him up around his waist, and once he’s settled, Steve smiles. “You look tired.” He’s been told that’s not nice to say these days, though, so he adds, “And I mean that in the most complimentary way.”

   Bucky makes a similar sound in return, acknowledgement of the answer given, but he’s too busy melting into the embrace to bother verbalizing. Honestly, as much touch as they share these days it’s not like he really needs to anyway. 

      That doesn’t mean he isn’t surprised to be picked up, however. Going tense for the briefest of seconds until Steve’s got him balanced again, Bucky can’t contain the smile that touches his expression and he nuzzles at the blond’s shoulder in response. “ I’ve looked tired since 1944, ” he muses. The original intent had been hugs and then coffee, but this is way better honestly. Maybe he could even convince Steve to carry him back to bed.