#winterbranded

America in the 1940s is- not her favorite, truth be told, but the music is so good it’s nearly divine itself, and the energy, at times- unforgettable, even to something as fragmented as she. 

   The buzzing stops, and the silence that follows feels like a blessing straight from heaven to her aching head. She’s completely buried in her hair but the sunlight filters through in spite of that and she rolls over, away from the window and towards the warmth of the other body in the bed.

when the snap happened , not only his heart was affected . so many lost loved ones , so many let the tragedy of it all overwhelm them . the pain and agony of loss almost completely ended paul , it was far too much to handle but he had to keep going for there were people that counted on him . though it was hard , he’d lost james in the process . there was more than his own pain at stake since his king had come back to new asgard less than whole with a tremendous weight on his shoulders . 

“ oh my god--- ”  her breath is taken away,  relief  washing over her as she jumps down from her bed.  she runs at him,  practically  throwing  herself,  until they hit the wall behind him with a thud.  she doesn’t even care;  her lips are on his,  arms wrapped tightly around him until he finally pulls away.  brows knit together as he speaks,  and she gives him a look over to make sure he’s okay.  “ they made it sound like you were fuckin’  dead, ”  she murmurs.

taking his face in her hands,  she stands on the tips of her toes,  pressing a kiss to his forehead before pulling him into a tight hug.  “ i’m glad you’re okay. ”

“ --------- so...” her voice was soft, testing the situation they found themselves in. “you know that one time i saved your ass during that one mission?” she was grasping at strings, and truthfully, she was more playing around than anything. however, she was hoping to have him as backup or at least as a source of input on a mission she was going on that was off of SHIELD’s radar. “because i was kind of hoping for your help with something.” / @winterbranded​ ⧗

                               @winterbranded​​  // continued 

             honestly , he’s not quite sure what came over him .       perhaps it was the intoxicating smell of the rain he’d produced or the scent of the man beside him that he can’t quite place but knows it to be just as enchanting as his rain .       bucky is warm beneath his fingers as they rest over the nape of his neck ,    letting fingertips graze over the hair there .       this surprises the thunderer as much as it does the other ,    but in this moment he can’t seem to make himself back away .      the more he thinks about it the more enticing the entire encounter is .