codename: winter soldier

          muttered curse echoes in the empty room as blood-slick fingers fumble with a needle.  he never was much good at a self patch up.  it’s delicate work and while his arm is designed for more than shooting guns,  it doesn’t always lend itself useful to situations like this.  he needs two good hands and right now he might as well not have his prosthetic on for all the good it’s doing.  bucky almost startles when he hears a foot shuffling against tile.  brows raise and his head quickly lifts,  gaze settling on the woman.  not a threat.  his shoulders relax again and he glances back down at his still bleeding side then back up towards jemma.  “  mind getting your hands a little dirty?  ”

          he’s been telling himself it isn’t that bad for the past hour and at some point,  he’s gonna have to admit it’s a lie.  some things can’t be sloppily patched up so he can move on with his mission  (  he’s not frank castle for fuck’s sake  ).  so here he is,  uncertain if this is even a good idea.  it’s hard to know where he really stands with most people,  but the people he has any standing with in general is limited so he’s going to take his chance.  metal hand reaches up to knock against the door with a strange clunking sound that could be likely to give away who it is just by the noise alone.  good arm is tugged against his middle to protect it’s already battered shoulder.  when the door swings open his gaze lifts to meet sharon’s.  “  i could use a bandaid.  ”  

despite a lot of current comic art, bucky continues to use the white star. whether it’s the full one that looks like cap’s shield or just a white start without a background, he doesn’t return to the red star. that symbolizes winter soldier as a red room operative and a tool for russia. so he chooses a star that represents who he is now. 

rapunzel isn’t any of them,  though.  she’s just a good person.  a kind one,  at that.  a friend.  and god knows he’s short on those.  “  some things...i’m not sure are meant to be shared.  ”