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[redwinterbarnes]

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[redwinterbarnes]

OOC: I’m not dead I swear

[[ I’ve just been really busy irl and after watching Infinity War I kind of died a little inside so I may not be back on this account for a while. I’ll still pop back in once in a while to see what’s going on and I MAY reply to some rps but for the moment my threads are all on hiatus. I do apologize for both taking so long to post this and just being away for a while more. Please add me to Discord:  AmberGauge#7912 or message me on my main blog scalygatorbutts if you want to remain in contact. Again I apologize <:c ]]

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Bucky allowed the other to lead him to the couch, straightening up a bit as they stepped over and sat down- hand still clasped gently around Steve’s own. He sank into the couch, metal limb falling into his lap while the other held on still, and sort of stared down at their hands while Steve talked. He wished that he could remember it all more clearly- wished it wasn’t just a blank spot in his memory... like a cigarette burn to film.

He looked up however when the other mentioned ‘dates’ and having a life of his own- he thought back to that charming drawing of the man he apparently had been... the sweet smile and handsome face. His brow furrowed again for a moment. He didn’t think that a life for him now would be at all the same- he didn’t know much in the romantic sense now either. It just wasn’t part of what he was now.

“I-“ he began to speak but fell silent, hazel eyes falling down to look at their hands once more- Steve’s thumb brushing over his knuckles. He looked uncertain but then again he sort of looked like a lost puppy most of the time- a very big and menacing puppy but a puppy all the same.

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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The soldier closed his eyes when the other gently stroked his dark hair- he'd tensed briefly before relaxing... still not used to being touched let alone touched in such a delicate manner. He was the product of war- a killer- an assassin. He listened, not quite taking what Steve said to heart- but something told him that aruguing with him was a bit pointless... Maybe some things weren't quite so easily erased or forgotten...

What would happen if they did find him- there was no doubt they were already searching for him... His brow furrowed again and he tipped his head to look at the other, hazel eyes peering up at him from behind strands of dark brown. The soldier couldn't let them hurt the other- he wouldn't let them... He could do that... he could protect this man- the first person to show him any kindness that he could remember... a man that had clearly meant a great deal to him even if he couldn't fully remember it. "I'll come with you." He said, though he didn't quite know yet what they would entail, he could go with Steve when he could if it meant keeping him safe... even if that meant he might be seen... He was strong enough- deadly enough.

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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Oh- well that wasn't what he was expecting to hear.

"Sounds like a great guy." He said in a flat sort of tone- seeming very serious for a moment if it wasn't for the little smile he managed to give her a second or two later. He looked back down at his tea, staring into the warm contents before finishing it off with one final sip. He wasn't very good at this small-talk stuff anymore... He'd been great when he was younger- or did it really count since he'd been on ice throughout the past century? Oh well... Point was he was rusty when it came to this sort of thing.

Full of Cruel Things || shesxperfect

She smiled watching him hold his mug up to his lips. “I’m glad you like it.” She spoke before taking a sip from her own mug. Kate leaned back in her seat and shook her head. She hesitated before speaking. “My father wanted me dead, tried to kill me, so I went to Los Angeles.” She explained before shaking her head. “I came back because I heard he was dead. I knew I could be safe here again.” Kate shrugged. 

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Bucky kept his head low despite the reassuring tone in his friend’s voice and that gentle touch- delicate fingers brushing long locks from his face and brushing over his stubbly cheek. Hazel eyes snapped up however when Steve tugged his woolen hat from atop his head. Despite the other’s calming tone and assurance that he could come along once he got something warm to wear- not that he needed to worry about the cold- he couldn’t help feeling anxious about the other vanishing. He’d been fine when he still knew the other was inside but as soon as he’d disappeared beyond that door and gone out—

“... It’s dangerous.” He said simply, chewing the inside of his cheek for a brief moment as he tried to focus his thoughts- tried to get his head straight. “They’ll hurt you... to hurt me.”

He tipped his head again, scooting closer to the other and lowering his head once again, hunching over so that he could press his forehead and face into the other’s shoulder- those hands still clasped tightly around Steve’s own.

If they took him then he’d be lost again... he’d be alone... he’d be nothing...

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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The Android looked rather puzzled for a moment, just a brief little moment, when told to just call him Brock- to drop the prefix. He nodded however to show that he acknowledged the man. “Very well, Brock.” He seemed to hesitate at first but afterward gave the other a smile in return. Something about that seemed so very /personal/, like a secret to be kept just between them. He’d never had a secret before-

“That sounds dangerous.” He observed, understanding how him knowing such a thing could indeed keep plenty of people safe. “I am a fast learner and am certain that I will be able to learn this new task far more accurately and quickly than a human.” He wanted to be useful, wanted to be please those that had created him...

Winter was a prototype model but he was a very sophisticated piece of hardware. He was made to learn and grow- to observe- but that did not mean that every detail would make it into the eventual model that would come after him. He had other uses too- he’d been taught first-aid as well as some martial combat... but that obviously wasn’t everything.

Ever since he’d been brought online he’d been learning- watching- trying to understand everything that he could and soaking it up like a sponge.

questionable ethics || closed

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Names weren’t something that were normally spoken around the android and most of the time he would refer to those working on him as ‘sir’ or ‘miss’- but on occasion he would b instructed to refer to them by their proper surname. Never a first though. He didn’t even know what to do with it when it was given to him. Regardless, he gave a quick little nod and watched as the man- Brock- started looking over the terminal. “Yes sir, Mr. Brock.” He answered, not understanding that he didn’t have to refer to the other in the same way as everyone else- or that Brock was his first name at all.

“No. I was merely told to sit and wait until someone came.” He had been waiting quite a long time but didn’t mind it. “Usually I am given tasks to complete or they feed me data to process- though they usually do that during my rest cycle.” He shifted his weight a bit, still sitting upon the table but moving so that one of his ankles was tucked behind the other. “What is it you are supposed to be teaching me, Mr. Brock?” He asked, that same little chime of interest in his voice.

He wasn’t really sure what his purpose was, not really. All he knew was that he was supposed to help a lot of people and prevent them from getting hurt- which seemed like a good thing! He liked everyone, or thought he did, and didn’t want them getting hurt so how wanted to do everything that he could to keep that from happening… again, not fully grasping the situation. He really was like a child and that probably rubbed some people the wrong way- like Brock- but instead of embracing that little human bit they kept him at an arm’s length so they didn’t have to feel anything about it. Besides, you couldn’t hurt a machine’s feelings-

          Brock never even liked being called sir by his officers and techs. After his father’s INSISTENCE that he use the term of respect for his pathetic excuse for a person, the word just… he hated it. That was all he was gonna say on the matter. “No… no sir. That’s the point my me giving you my NAME,” he corrected gently with a shake of his head. “And… no need for the Mr. stuff either, okay? Just Brock… it’s my first name.” He offered him a tiny grin, then ran a hand through his hair with a quiet huff of breath. This was going to be harder than he’d THOUGHT. “But… only when it’s just the two of us. Around everyone else, it’s probably best you call me SIR.”

          Just sit and wait. FANTASTIC. He wasn’t really sure what the hell they expected him to do, just take the CHILDLIKE mind of a new android and immediately start training him to defuse bombs? That sounded like a recipe for nothing GOOD. Sighing heavily, Brock scrubbed a hand over his face in frustration and shook his head slightly. He moved to check a few readouts and then looked back at Winter. “Right…” he huffed quietly, frowning. “I’m SUPPOSED to be teaching you to defuse bombs. Explosive ordinance disposal.”

          There would still be work for Brock to do, but on the ones deemed TOO dangerous, they were hoping Winter would serve as a tester for a model of android meant to go in when it was too dangerous for a person. Brock didn’t agree with it, especially with the human-like intelligence and CHILDLIKE curiousity the androids tended to show. But, these decisions were made far above his paygrade and, like he had already been told… his was not to question.

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Despite not fully being able to understand or remember he knew that this wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence— and that bothered him...

He let the other slip away when he moved to stand, the soldier quietly returning both hands to his side of the table, and watched as Steve put the soup away and pulled on his winter clothes. Bucky’s brow furrowed as the blonde made his way to the door, telling him that he would be back in a few moments, before leaving.

Bucky stood after a moment or two, making his way towards the door as well, as anxiety began to creep into him. He could feel the cold seeping in from around the door- that chilled biting cold that reminded him of-

He shifted his weight, hand moving up to run uncomfortably at his shoulder where flesh and metal met. The brunette was quick to make his way to Steve’s side when the younger man entered, his brow pulled together in distress, and quickly reached down to take hold of the other’s hand... Both hands clutched at Steve’s own.

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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He glanced up from the bowl and it’s contents as he sipped, pausing to pull it away from his mouth and give a small nod, watching Steve until the blonde returned to reading over the paper. His own gaze lingered a while more before finally going back to his meal. The soup was heavenly warm and tasted heavily of herbs, which he quite liked. He hadn’t thought that food could taste so wonderful.

He finished his soup relative quickly, slurping up the last bits before setting the now empty bowl down and wiping his mouth on his wrist and forearm. “No.” He said simply when Steve mentioned that he could have more of he still felt hungry. Bucky sat quietly across from the smaller man, studying him and taking in every little detail he could in an attempt remember things about him- anything. He had recognized him almost instantly but he had trouble remembering the details of how or when- mostly because from his perspective there was no /when/. His life was a black space and occasionally faint glimmers of shapes or memories would surface and he wouldn’t understand it...

Being here though was helping to put that all together- even in such a short time...

The soldier’s brow furrowed however when he took note of those faint bruises on the other. Carefully he reached forward, cool metal fingertips brushing over one of the dark marks that bloomed on the other’s pale skin. Metal fingertips traced the mark- smooth and gentle despite clearly having the power to crush bone...

Bucky’s eyes snapped to Steve’s own questioningly.

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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That smaller hand was so soft and delicate in comparison to his own, his skin warm and pleasant. It felt odd to him at first, to receive such a gentle touch as the blonde ran his thumb over his battered and worn knuckles. The gentleness in it was not something he was used to but after a few moments, and that little squeeze he received in return, his shoulders slumped in ease and he tipped his head up just enough to look the other in the eye.

The metal hand unclenched after a moment or two more, a faint mechanical sound emanating from the limb as it’s sleek metal plates shifted with artificial muscle. He was trying, he wanted to try. He could tell from the way the young artist looked at him that he cared so very deeply for him- and even if it felt a bit strange to be looked at like anything other than a tool or weapon... it was nice.

It made him feel /something/.

He nodded obediently when told to eat, taking the bowl in that silvery grasp, and brought it to his lips to sip. The brunette was going to need some time to re-learn his table manners but he was less ravenous this time and so didn’t make quite as much of a mess. He still chose not to use his utensil, seeming completely fine just sipping his meal straight from the bowl...

All the while his other hand held firmly onto the other’s small hand- though he was careful not to crush it in his grasp.

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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That familiar smile on the so very familiar face...

Metal fingers twitched involuntarily as he watched the other- listening closely to try and tell if there was any hint of a lie in the answer. Though he found none there, certainly not in those big blue eyes that looked at him with such warmth.

When the bowl was presented to him he took it in hand and watched as Steve took a seat at the table, choosing to join him a moment or so later (he’d already been told at breakfast that he could do and say what he liked- and not to just stand around like a hungry animal). He sat, glancing down into the bowl to study its warm contents- smelled nice just like earlier. He hoped it tasted just as good.

He looked back up however when Steve said that last bit- that he wanted him around even if he couldn’t remember- that he wouldn’t be the same person like he used to be...

The brunette glanced down at his soup again, the mechanical hand clenched tightly as it rest upon the tabletop- his other sort of fidgeting, rubbing his index finger over his thumb in a sort of nervous manner. Eventually though he gave a small nod, letting the other know that he acknowledged it.

This whole situation was still very overwhelming for him- this familiar strange home that he’d apparently had and this life he had little to no recollection of. Hesitantly he moved a hand forward, pale fingers sliding across the table to find Steve’s own hand- gaze still downcast. There was a silent desperation when he finally found the other’s hand, calloused fingers curling around the blonde’s smaller hand, and squeezing firmly. He didn’t know why he did it- just that he felt a bit less anxious and overwhelmed when he did. It made him feel safer.

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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The soldier’s eyes cracked open when the notes finally met his ears, the faint and quiet melody playing over the radio. He could hear movement and was uncertain as to how long he’d been laying there curled up in the familiar and comfortable bed, but he could not keep himself from tensing at some strange instinct. He listened for a while- trying to hear for any hint of danger- and strained to make out the little details of it all. Soft footsteps against the worn floorboards, the clink of silverware and cookware, the occasional crackle of static on the radio that cut through the pleasant instrumental...

Music-

Bucky lay there for a few moments listening- the song unfamiliar to him while the music itself brought up something else in him... though he knew not what just yet. Slowly tipped his head over his shoulder, the warm scent of food flooding his nose, and carefully swung his legs over the edge to stand. He paused though when he noticed the drawings he’d set aside previously, keen eyes studying the picture of himself that lay on top of the rest.

He stood, attention returning to the doorway, and slowly made his way over. The brunette paused once he’d reached it and watched as Steve went about making lunch.

“Was I a good man?” He asked suddenly, feeling the need to.

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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ooc: Hey everybody. I just wanted to let you all know that I haven’t forgotten about you all and that I’m alright. Things with my coworker were smoothed out, she got treatment and is okay now, but on Sunday my boyfriend’s mother passed away suddenly and so I’m afraid I will be away for a while longer- I also have been sucked into Ark and that’s kind of got me addicted for the moment. I love you all and hope things are going okay for you as well :3

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Bucky could hear his friend's quiet laugh followed by a gentle kiss to his hand- he could feel the warmth of those lips as they pressed lightly into his skin. A moment or two later came the little jab of a response and the former assassin couldn't help but give a chuckle of his own, "Never..." He replied, content with remaining curled close to the other. He couldn't think of any other way for Steve to act... that little firecracker of a blonde that he'd lived and loved all those years ago was here- albeit bigger and in far better health. Always ready to jump into a fight- always ready to stand up for whatever he believed in even if everyone else told him not to... Jerk. His smile widened, able to feel Steve gently tighten the gentle grip on his hand. "Is that so?" He hummed into the other's shoulder, nose still gently pressed into his skin. "You've always done a good job a that if I recall... Gettin' yourself banged up all the time b'cause you had to pick a fight with someone- always thinkin' you were as big as everyone else. I guess the jokes on them now, huh?" His thumb traced over Steve's knuckles lightly, rubbing a little circle into his soft skin... He could remember those hands being so much smaller but no less comforting...

Wake Me When It's Over || nxtsoordinary

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James didn't think much of it when the feline laid his head in his lap, just sort of thinking it was probably the next step in him stretching out anyway. While the other stretched and got into a more comfortable position the former soldier flipped through the movies until he found one that he thought would be a good laugh and was light-hearted enough. Pressing play he set the remote down and leaned back, the hand resting atop the hybrid's head going back to gently petting- smoothing his ears down gently with each stroke. He looked to his phone again, raising a brow when he read that Steve would be sending them sort of package. Huh... now he was sort of curious. [text => Steve]: I'll keep an eye out. Talk later, try not to get yourself into too much trouble. After sending the message he set it down on the end table and looked to the tv to try and focus on the movie. It was a little hard though because Bucky was still purring and that was a bit distracting. It was a little jarring to look down and remember that he didn't have a cat resting in his lap but a person- or at least he saw the other as a person rather than some sort of 'thing'. Regardless, he was going to have to remember that just because he looked like a human being didn't mean he was exactly- he had specific kinds of needs and behaviors that he needed to be aware of- other that those however he'd treat the other just like he would anyone else. He deserved that.

Closed || A spotty future || Redwinterbarnes

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The soldier collected the drawings and carefully crawled back into bed, making sure not to accidentally crush any of the drawings that he had apparently treasured. Once nestled in beneath the covers he began looking over each one curiously, finding some more familiar than others. It was so surreal for him, like he should know exactly what these drawings were of- or that perhaps the answers were right at the tip of his tongue… but it mostly just sort of left his mind blank…

When he got to the drawings of himself he stopped to study them for a long time. He’d apparently been a very charming man from what he could tell in the way Steve had drawn him, but he felt detached looking at them… it made sense that they were of him, but it just didn’t feel like it…

Carefully he laid them down on the small nightstand beside the bed and curled up, not to sleep but merely to think and seek the comforting scent that continued to draw him in… Part of him wished to return upfront to the blonde’s side and watch him draw but he needed to think…

How had this happened to him-? Any of it..? He couldn’t quite remember… but he could remember loosing his arm- sort of- and vaguely recalled something else that had happened to him… but other than that it was all just a wash of blackness…

His brow furrowed and he quickly curled both arms around the pillow, burying his face into the soft fabric…

Out Of The Dark || notalwaysthecaptain

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ooc: feeling kind of down. Don’t really know what to do about it and don’t particularly feel like many people care. Idk. I think I need a break. I’m having a low day and I think I’m overthinking and ruminating on things. I love you guys.