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That should have never been your road

statistics

name: James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes

age: appears 30, actually 103

faceclaim:  Sebastian Stan

alias: The Winter Soldier

powers/skills: (read bucky’s comic wiki for deeper explanation.)  enhanced physical conditioning, cybernetic enhanced physiology, superhuman strength, bionic arm: stabilization sensors,  palm sensors,  sensory array, extended reach,  electrical discharge,  electromagnetic pulse, cybernetic defense,  retractable blade. master martial artist,  master marksman,  expert shield fighter,  accelerated development process,  master of stealth,  master acrobat,  weapons proficiency,  master assassin,  master spy,  expert tactician, multilingual

alliance: the avengers

threat level (out of ten):  9 

history file  (link wiki):  bucky’s comic wiki, bucky’s mcu wiki

notable changes from 2012 to the timeline they were pulled from: mostly the relationship between bucky and the red room. since mcu decides to ignore it i say fuck them. ALSO fuck them getting rid of the sexy face mask that’s staying too

last memory before ending up in nyc, 2012: coming back from being dusted

                (  @wynterbarnes​  )    ‘  excuse  me !  ’    she  calls  out  as  she  sees  the  other  ,   jogging  to  catch  up  with  him  .    ‘  i  think  i’m  a  bit  lost  -  which  is  a  bit  embarrassing  considering  i  used  to  live  here  -  and  i  can’t  find  the  twin  towers  for  the  life  of  me  .  ’  

His mind is a thousand miles away, reflecting on moments that have long passed. Jason doesn’t have experience with living through a powerful earthquake like this, hardly able to wrap his head around how terrifying it must have been to be inside the building. He passed by what looked like a large fire engulfing anything that dared to approach. Maybe that’s what triggered him to start dissociating while standing before some rubble. Jason hasn’t been on his medication for the last four months so these old triggers are starting to creep their way back in. He’ll need to figure out how to ignore them again but until that realization? He’ll do the hard work. It probably doesn’t help his case that there’s a minor cut on his cheek that’s visible, probably from that thief he fought earlier in the night. “I’m alright …  I’ve come back from worse.” His gloved hand raising to touch his face, feeling the blood that has been slowly dripping down toward his jawline. The man is strapped with two Jericho 941’s (one holstered on each thigh) and his favorite sniper rifle on his back. “Save the resources for someone who needs it more than me, man.”

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Everything happens so fast, Sam doesn’t know what’s going on until it’s over. He was thrown onto the ground while Bucky shielded him from whatever happened to be going on. It feels like an earthquake but it’s unlike anything he has ever experienced before. His eyes look over at Steve, relief felt that they all made it through the sensation. Anyone could feel the rumbling and Redwing is already making his way to their location mostly out of worry but also to see what can be done to help. “Buck? Steve? Are we all okay?” Sam’s voice is shaky at first while standing up once the older man is off of him. There’s so much destruction that it leaves him speechless for a moment. “We look for survivors and help whoever we can. There’s going to be people trapped under all this rubble.” This was another thing that didn’t happen the first time around but his mind doesn’t get to linger on the thought. There’s too much work to do and Redwing just showed up. Feathers wings flapping while inspecting his owner for anything to be concerned about. “You worry too much. Lets help as many people that we can, okay? Go see if you can find anyone that’s trapped.” The falcon is back off into the air to look around their surroundings while the three men figure out a plan of action.  

[ @falsegcds· ]

One second Steve is helping Sam help Bucky leave the gala after something had happened, what he still isn’t sure of. The conversation with Daisy sitting heavy on his mind because if he hadn’t been distracted maybe he could have stopped the situation before it had happened. The next second it’s like the entire world shifts as he’s tripped and goes tumbling to the ground. It takes everything in Steve to roll so he doesn’t get hurt but still stay under Bucky’s metal arm as debris rains down on them. As soon as it’s clear, he’s standing and assessing the situation. “Fine.” The answer is short to Sam’s question, relief flooding Steve that the other man is okay. There’s screams of people trapped all around them, piles of rubble that used to be restaurants and shops and people’s livelihoods. “Like Sam said we need to help as many as possible. Redwing can be our eyes in the sky, searching for signs of people who might be trapped on higher floors or under things we can’t see from down here. Buck and I can lift things off of people as long as it won’t hurt them too much and Sam you can either help Redwing or crawl into places while Buck and I hold up the heavier stuff.” He takes note of the approaching sirens, knowing that first responders will be on the scene shortly. “We’ve also go additional help coming in so anybody that has more severe injuries goes to ambulances first.”

His gaze focuses on the destruction around him for a while. Jason doesn’t move from where he’s standing just yet, simply staring. The man opted to patrol tonight instead of attending the gala but the helmet was left at his safe house and wore a red domino mask over his eyes instead. Strands of white hair blow with the wind, not expecting to deal with any of this today. It’s almost like he’s in a trance while watching people searching through the rubble but maybe being off his meds for the last four months is playing a part in his behavior. Jason is finally pulled out of this dissociative state when someone approaches him. “Can I help you?” [ @rewrittenstart​ ]

          he’s  just  a  LITTLE BOY  to  her  these  days  ,   though  she’s  well  aware  he’s  got  a  centennial  on  her  .    ‘  i  think  it  should  -  it  being  2012  and  all  -  ’    yelena’s  always  prepared  ,   always  well  aware  of  what  she’s  doing  -  except  ,   perhaps  she  underestimated  just  how  much  he’s  …  gotten  better  .    ‘  too  late  .   we’re  already  too  deep  for  that  ,   barnes  .  ’    for  yelena  holds  ties  to  natasha  ,   and  as  much  as  she  HATES  it  ,   she  knows  such  things  will  never  leave  .    ‘  i see  -  ’   she  chokes  out  ,   for  she  wasn’t  expecting  this  so  soon  ,   but  she  can  surely  adapt  .   heels  are  made  for  kicking  ,   and  a  long  leg  goes  up  to  kick  in  between  his  ,   she  muttering  a :    ‘  oh  ,   what  a  to  start  a  gala  -  now  they’re  going  consider  if  you  need  to  be  put  back  in  your  little  cyrochamber  .  ’    and  she  wants  him  to  look  bad  ,   she  throwing  a  kick  towards  his  head  .    ‘  but  i  suppose  this  is  going  to  get  messy  .  ’    it’s  a  good  thing  she  brought  her  kicking  heels  . 

            ‘  and  isn’t  it  beautiful ?  ’    she  muses  out  loud  ,   knowing  it  would  piss  him  off  .    ‘  that  there’s  something  you  can’t  teach  nor  master  ,   which  means  i’ll  always  have  a  leg  up  on  you  there  -  ’    yelena  could  add  a  simple :    NATASHA TOO  ,   but  even  she  doesn’t  want  to  go  there  either  .   some  things  are  better  left  unsaid  .    ‘  what  ,   are  you  ungrateful ?   aren’t  your  friends  the  only  reason  …  this  version  of  you  are  here ?  ’    and  what  yelena  loves  to  do  is  push  buttons  ,   brow  raising  at  him  as  blue  eyes  meet  brown  .    ‘  down  ,   you  feral  soldat  -  i’m  not  looking  to  make  a  scene  .   old  friends  ,   and  all  that  .  ’    except  they  were  never  friends  and  never  would  be  ,   not  by  her  standards  .    ‘  i  actually  left   the  program  a  long  time  ago  ,   by  my  own  CHOICE  .  ’    some  …  stuff  went  down  with  yelena  and  natasha  ,   to  say  the  least  ,   and  she  had  moved  on  .    ‘  so  trust  me  ,   i’ve  got  the  balls  and  then some  ,   considering  how  much  money  is  in  my  bank  account  .  ’    she’s  truly  made  a  name  for  herself  ,   you  see  .  

          ‘  actually  ,   each  of  us  were  trained  to  use  our  BODIES  and  smiles  to  our  advantage  ,   but  you  wouldn’t  know  ,   would  you ?  ’   because  he  wasn’t  there  as  long  as  the  other  black  widows  were  ,   and  she  gives  him  a  BLINDING  smile  .    yelena  hopes  bucky  hates  it  .    ‘  a  pity  invitation  that  your  lil  best  friend  of  yours  demanded  for  ,   i’m  sure  .   when  did  the  winter soldier  lose  his  backbone ?  ’  

“It isn’t my fault you wanna stand in the corner all night and pretend not to notice all the people glancing in your direction.” These types of things aren’t usually Steve’s style, hitting too close to those USO tours and parading around like a dancing monkey. There’s less selling war bonds and more interaction at events like these ones, but team moral and getting to know the new people were more important than his discomfort so he’d followed the dress code and showed up. “Don’t you have a date to entertain or did Sam get bored of you sulking in a corner already?”

Why did Miguel accept the invitation to this shindig?   His vibrant red eyes are hidden by a pair of sunglasses while simply observing everyone mingling. He feels out of place but it doesn’t really have anything to do with any of the other guests. He doesn’t understand this decade … but being from the year 2099 will leave you realizing how much society has changed. Everyone speaking so differently here is the first thing that Miguel seemed to notice. “Some of these people are acting so shocking fake. They can’t really be that happy can they?” Seriously, who smiles that much? He glances over at the other man standing in the corner with him … maybe this could be a chance to make friends with someone who looks to be just as grumpy. 

[ @wynterbarnes​​ ]

 thanking  the  bartender  ,  jess  returns  the  table  with  a  drink  in  hand  .  hazel  hues  scan  the  crowd  .  seems  like  all  of  new  york  got  invited  or  crashed  .  either  way  ,  it’s  still  A  LOT  of  people  .  “  just  a  little  bit  .  it’s  been  a  while  since  i’ve  been  to  something  like  this  .  ”  she  offers  him  a  polite  smile  .  “  i  have  a  feeling  most  of  them  are  party  crashers  .  ”

          ‘  right  ,   because  being  charming  is  one  of  the  first  rules  of  the  red  room  ,   no ?  ’   she  deadpans  ,   all  possible  kindness  wiped  off  her  face  as  she  sees  it’s  BUCKY BARNES  himself  in  front  of  her  .    ‘  you  showing  your  face  here  is  a  bold  move  ,   barnes  .   that  much  is  obvious  .  ’    even  she  could  tell  he  didn’t  want  to  be  here  .  

in nearly every way, this gala was a great idea. it was a chance for the people from different universes to interact, get to know each other, start working together. it also made him feel like a sitting duck, everyone in one place like this. among the new faces were the familiar ones, and needless to say, tony wasn’t in a hurry to see all of them. bucky was one of those people. they hadn’t exactly left things off well, and he knew that was on him, if not fully, then partially. frankly, if he could, he would just put everyone he didn’t feel like talking to on a blacklist, but that wasn’t mature and now wasn’t the time for that. instead, he grabbed two drinks, one for himself, the other for bucky, and approached him. “was st. patrick’s day just an excuse to get drunk back in your day, too?” @wynterbarnes​

There wasn’t much time for partying in his youth. Both of his parents had been murdered in the streets. His father taken from him after trying to stop two rival gangs from fighting. Sam was only nine years old at the time and then a few years later his mother was killed by a mugger. She protected him and his two siblings … and then it was only the three of them. They lived in a tough neighborhood but Sam pushed aside his grief and anger to raise his younger brother and sister. Which means there was little time for drinking or anything like that. Maybe he’s making up for it by having some fun now. “First time I’ve been told … but people don’t usually look at me long enough to realize I’m laying it on thick.” He doesn’t let go of the hand in his own. He doesn’t mind the teasing, it’s just how the two of them communicate sometimes. The gesture being returned is a good sign. “How about the rooftop? I don’t think anyone is out there right now and some fresh air might be nice.” He starts leading the two of them out of the crowded room, leaving all the noise behind as Sam steps into the hallway. “Unless you had a better idea …?”