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tumultuous tides flow in sanguine streams too narrow to properly contain them, crashing against fragile skin, ready to swell at any given moment and allow roars to burst forth in tragic song ——— you may think him to be at peace, but how easy it is to play a part. to be the good boy who keeps quiet when confronted with a boiling visage, spewing saliva, hues ablaze. red, red everything red. passionate. angry. red like the blood on his fathers knuckles and the same from his mother splattered on the sidewalk.

                         you’d think that all he sees is green.

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          ❝ just fine, actually. we’ve all got a lot of work to do, have to get used to each others’ strategies, but the new team’s a lot more cooperative than we were when we started.  ——— it’s been a while, stark. kinda surprised that you’re asking for progress reports. ❞

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        ❝  So how’s sour patch working out for ya ?  Whip him into Avengers shape yet ?  ❞

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          for how long has he awaited this moment ? limbs that can no longer ache from use have trekked the world ( when efforts elsewhere were unneeded ) in order to catch a glimpse of metal, ever escaping his grasp. dissipating like shadows, crisp leaves blowing in wind ( frigid and swollen with the screams of the fallen ) ready to be crushed under a stubborn boot. 

             steve has called his childhood friend’s name behind closed lids again and again ——— when he tumbled head over heels like a puppet with severed strings, on the bridge where he is fated to subjection to that unknowing gaze that stretches on for what seems like hours. hands slick with scarlet as he tears away a charcoal muzzle and realizes his fatal mistake. 

             but here he is, breathing. living. tears tempted to well, relieved, remain behind their heavily fortified dam, and eagerness sparks in the fibers of his muscles to embrace the lost, to bring him home. silver flashes when it shifts, and though steve’s heartbeat patters steadily ( unafraid, is he, and he towers though threatening to collapse ) , there is no doubting caution and worry that accompanies it. fingers splay at his sides with nothing to occupy them, opposite bucky’s clenched fist. 

                         ❝ —— wasn’t easy. ❞

             he grins, lopsided and lazy, and perhaps bucky can read that it’s been a tiring journey to find him. but if anything deserves exhaustive efforts, it’s family. 

                 ❝ definitely sent me and sam on a wild goose chase. ❞                                  ❝ ———  i’m not here to fight, bucky.                                 i just wanna talk. ❞ 

it feels as though a WAKING dream —    as though he had pulled forth from his head a SNAPSHOT of moments he had once considered only fleetingly, a fantasy entertained only in passing when the IRON in him could SOFTEN some, when the thought did not muster up from the DIRE ditches of his tired soul the kind of HORROR that should remain silent within the niches of a soldier’s frame.     —  he does not know quite how to react. digits CLENCH, metal grinding against metal as a SILVER-PLATED fist tightens to restrain the KILLING instinct.      (  it does not work, quite.   you have your orders.  you have the taste of the KILL behind your teeth, rabid dog, hungry creature.   more importantly,  you have experience at your back – the knowledge for what happens when you fail.      these do not ease as your memories coalesce.  )      the WIRE TRAP of his jaw tightens, tongue tracing a single tooth behind his locked lips,    hues caught on his fellow’s frame, FISHHOOK.  the silence hanging between them aches somehow in the way FROSTBITE does,    flesh blackened   &   raw.     ❛ how d’ya find me ? ❜    — perhaps not the most pressing question, nor the one that weighs heaviest on his mind, but the only one he finds himself capable of giving voice to.

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          a chortle escapes, colored by amusement but tainted with annoyance ( not at the man before him, but the aficionado of banter ) . jokes run on beaten paths with stark around, and he can’t help but wonder when it will meet a dead end. 

                   ❝ don’t think i’ll ever live that one down. and it             doesn’t matter how many times i explain myself,             you guys’ll keep at it. guess i only have myself to             blame. ❞                                ❝ but i’ll admit that it feels kinda good                    to be able to joke around, after ... everything. ❞ 

       ❝  Well, my personal favorite about you is TRUE, language police. Other than that, he mostly just likes to make snarky comments——- about being a capsicle, how patriotic you are  ( every time Cap cries, a bald eagle is born ), stuff like that.❞

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Have you ever looked at how you cry? It’s heart-wrecking. You cry silently, shoulders shaking, but you never make a sound. It breaks my heart to see you this way. Tell me, who made you feel you have to keep quiet not to disturb anyone, even when you’re falling apart?

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            what remains once the war is won ? fame. songs. a kingdom of corpses.                                               his name too heavy in my mouth.

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          once-casual strides slow, though orderly, measured. his vessel is the very illusion of balance and stability. but shock makes a forceful impact, explodes, and very nearly drives him to seek shelter from the oncoming storm, memories of floods of nothing more than red. 

             he has lost count of the number of times he’s pored over the calendar, checked the header of local newspapers in their smudged inky glory just to make sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees the date. that he’s been violently torn from the pages of history books and brought back to life without even being consulted. this is his life now, and everyone expects him to move on. pack up the past under his bed and make do. adjust. serve. duty may distract, but there’s no such shield between him and facing what, to him, was mere months ago. 

                                 ❝ natasha ———  ❞

            hesitant and quiet, punctuated by a contemplative sigh.

            ( show no weakness, soldier ; patch up your wounds and ignore what bleeds through, for they ? these people who idolize a symbol and long for a sturdy hero ? they care not for tears shed when you amount to so much more than pain. you’ve carried the world upon your shoulders, and you think you can do it again, but the truth is, the ground beneath your feet is caving in, and you will collapse under its weight. )

            so he puts on a brave face and a crooked smile ( like the curved spine that used to hold him up, but if you look close enough, you can see the cracking facade ) and hides discomfort the only way he knows how. 

                           ❝ i can tell ya right now, it’s really not as                               interesting as you’d think. ❞

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the first time steve went to the captain america exhibit at the smithsonian was actually when natasha dragged him there as a joke and then she realized it wasn’t fucking funny when he stood in front of the bucky wall for like twenty minutes and she watched the footage and realized she’s never ever seen him smile like that

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                            ❝ it’s an abridged version, then. ❞ 

          call it what you like ; displeasure still nestles itself in each line of the others’ visage, makes a comfortable and forceful home. the soldier, however, is an advocate for peace and freedom, and youthful tendencies erupt without malicious intent. one ankle crosses over the other, naked toes wriggling in the cool air, perfectly comfortable where they are. lids slide closed as lips transform into a ribbing grin, launching bait into choppy waters. 

                      ❝ is it a germ thing ? disinfecting wipes are a                          thing that exist, y’know. ❞

       ❝– IT ISN’T SO MUCH A ‘LECTURE’ as it is a get your rank,        bare feet off my coffee table with a side of who do you think        you are.❞

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            ❝ ——— the lecture can’t wait ‘til i’m fully conscious ? ❞

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          days passed have been shadowed by towering prisms of glass and everything that the world has convinced him should be impressive ; where have simpler times gone ? swept up by the whirlwinds of promised glittering futures and the hopes of tomorrows without bloodshed, but what ignorance that is, to think that maybe someday there won't be a war to be won. the call for justice is an attractive one, heeded well before he fit the mold of a soldier.

                             ❝ that's not what i meant and you know it. ❞

             a rigid spine and folded arms match his arched brows, a hint of a smile making itself known though it is hardly a joking matter. oh, the feeling of being the weak one. brittle boned and flimsy winged, without much hope to take flight and prove your worth. underestimated in every way. reel in your frustrations, for he is a man of encouragement !! yours are shoes he's once filled in this very spot, twig-like limbs wielding the mallet that would send the puck on its merry way to announce to all that he is every bit as powerful as everyone else ( and subsequent failure of his efforts needs not be elaborated upon ) !!

                            ❝ win me one of those bears, alright ? last time                                i tried my hand at one of these all i got was                               emptied pockets. ❞

      ❛  – just because you’re about a foot taller than me, weigh twice my weight,& because you probably work-out, doesn’t mean i can’t hit the thing with enough force to ring the bell.  ❜  a frustrated sigh evades her lips, giving only a small insight into the internal struggle she faced. it wasn’t so much the foolish carnival game that fueled her vexation, but more so her lack of strength. inwardly, she had always considered herself a weak link – a burden, a liability to her friends. unlike them, she lacked superhuman strength, which often left her in hapless situations that required a strategic extraction plan. therefore, something as simple as the frustration toward a game had a deeper meaning than someone like steve may assume.

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viiduam:

              ❝ cats? oh, i’ve always liked cats. never did                  want (or have time for) one til this girl showed                  up. it seems attachment is something that i’ve                  gotten used to —– this kind, anyway. ❞

         ❝ guess i should’ve seen this sort of thing                 coming. i mean ——— nat. cat. it rhymes, so                 it was sort of meant to be. ❞             ❝ since you have a bit of a weak spot for her,                i’m betting you gave her a name. ❞

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fallencomrade:

              he hasn’t  been able  to keep much  down &&               he WISHES he could  blame it on something as               simple as steve’s lacking ability. the TRUTH is               much more grisly.

             —–it doesn’t stop him from playing along though.

              ❝ you sure, rogers? don’t see you eatin’ any. ❞

                               ❝ guilty. ❞

          hands raise in mock surrender, a sheepish grin masks concern crawling under his skin. it prowls without malice, simply anticipating appropriate moments to strike, where his worry won’t be interpreting as smothering. wrinkled brows should be subtle and fretting kept to a minimum, but forgive the need to ensure a growling stomach’s call is answered. 

             “it used to be your favorite” silently bounces off the walls of a hollowed room, memories shared between them scooped up and tossed away. desperation for the hands on the clock to turn backward burrows itself into the ground and makes its own grave.

                         ❝ i can make somethin’ else for you if it’s too                          heavy. probably have some soup lyin’ around.  ❞

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moveslikeaspider:

         ❛      hey, it’s alright. you’re gonna get the hang of it. s’just gonna take a little longer.     ❜

             ❛      yeah, you’re not the only one. i actually taught my aunt may a few months ago.      ❜

      ❝ let’s hope i catch on sooner rather than later. ❞            ❝ some of it’s not too hard, it’s just —— new. real new. ❞ 

     ( embarrassment lingers, reddening his cheeks as though      winter’s chill travels at his side. but it is all swept away,      guards raised as soon as chinks in star-emblazoned      armor are recognized. )

          ❝ ———— how much music can this little thing hold ? ❞

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vvarmachiine:

      ❝ TONY’s lucky you’re not a gossip.  He’s who I’d be going after if you were.  I wouldn’t worry about it though.  Took me a few YEARS to figure that man out. ❞

          ❝ and you’d give ‘im hell, i’m sure. i’ve got a year           or so around him under my belt but i definitely think you’re           the expert here. ——— i can only imagine what stories he’s           told about everyone else. ever heard any ... questionable           ones from him about me ? ❞

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" i don’t know how much more i can take. " ( bc i'm not trash at all for sarah )

some meme i’m too lazy to find ;; not accepting

           ❝ if you wanna unload and talk it out, i’ve               got two ears that are more than willing to listen. ❞