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“Are you okay?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Is he alive?” 

“Are they breathing?”

“Are you hurt?”

“Can you move it?” 

“You’re bleeding.”

“Oh my god, don’t look.”

“Can you get up?”

“The plane crashed.”

“The boat sunk.”

“No one knows where we are.”

“No one is coming for us.”

“They’ll send help soon.”

Someone will come looking.”

“We have to find shelter.” 

“We have to try and get off of the island.”

“Have you ever eaten raw fish?”

“Can you start a fire?” 

“We don’t know what’s in there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I’m not a boar expert.”

“What if this is like, that cannibal island? You know, the one full of cannibals?”

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“You’ve lost too much blood.”

“They aren’t going to make it.”

“We aren’t going to make it.”

“Go on without me.”

“You’re really sunburned.”

“We’ll have to see what we can salvage from the wreckage.”

“Do you have any family?”

“Why were you on the plane anyways?”

“Wait, what’s your name again?”

“Have you slept at all?”

“You ever try and crack a coconut with your bare hands?”

“Bad time to suggest a message in a bottle, isn’t it?”

“Oh my god, what the hell is that?”

“… What the fuck was that?” 

“We’re not alone.”

“There’s someone else out there.”

“Get behind me.”

“Grab the knife.”

“Good god.”

“I think I see someone!”

“Is that a plane?” 

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BITCH I GOT A NOTIFICATION AND WAS LIKE WHAT

hahaha this was old but I’M HERE AGAIN 

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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buckcap:

It took a few days of methodical testing and conditioning to comb through every bit of programming Russia had subjected him to. He was used to people poking and prodding at his brain–that was nothing new, but it was a nice change not having the other experiments that came with the brainwashing. He was out of the SHIELD hospital by the next week, and he was equipped with a new arm the week after that. 

After a few hours of orientation, it didn’t take long for Bucky to separate from the tour around the helicarrier and find Natalia’s office. The nice thing about the standard SHIELD uniform was how easy it was to blend in with his metal arm concealed under the catsuit. Once he’d made it to her office, he knocked and waited for a response before entering.

“I love how you’ve been avoiding me for nearly a month now,” he said, sitting in one of the seats on the opposite side of her desk.

Natalia rolled her eyes as he enter, looking past him at her assistant. “What did I say about letting men into my office unannounced?” she says to the other woman, as James closes the door.  Watching as he sat down and focusing her eyes upon him. “What would you like me to say, James?” she asked him, closing a file on her desk in the process. Ignoring him was easier than acknowledging that she had developed serious feelings for him when they were in Russia. Far beyond the scope of what the Russian’s wanted her to feel. Letting her tense shoulders relax, she took a deep breath through her nose and let it out, trying to relax.

 “I assume you’re happy to be back home...”

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GUYS I’M CRYING

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Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.

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this bitch posted a picture of our dusty ass cabinets. why am i marrying her? 

MY SHE-HULK POP CAME!!!!

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buckcap:

This is always how it goes. An agent comes in and debriefs him, they ask him a series of questions, and once they’re satisfied, they send in the doctor. It was something he always put at the back of his mind; something he had fully convinced himself wasn’t happening. It was better that way. It was better just forget about it; it was better to let them make you forget about it. But this was different. This was all different. This wasn’t part of a normal routine that every Red Room agent went through. It wasn’t part of the experience that Natalia and he had shared. This was betrayal. This was being feed to the dogs. 

He kept his eyes locked on Natalia as she walked out and continued to watch her even as the doctor walked in obstructing his view.

“Let me guess,” he said, looking at the doctor. “This is for my own good, it will improve my wellbeing, and I will be happy that it has been done?”

George stood up from his seat to address the agent that had walked into the room.

“Romanov,” he said, an air of professionalism clearly cover the emotion he wasn’t trying very hard to hide. “Thank you for finding my son.”

“Don’t thank me yet, I can’t guarantee you’ll like the person your son is after you start messing around with his mind. The things the Russian’s can do to you. Have done to us. They aren’t easy to erase. Any little word, a noise, a fucking smell could trip you off and make you do things you won’t remember.” she says looking right into George’s eyes, not sugar coating a thing. 

“With all that said, it was my job. I’m happy to bring a fellow American home. Now if you’ll excuse me.” 

Natalia glanced back at the room one last time, looking at James’ eyes even if he couldn’t see her. 

She didn’t see him for another few weeks, purposefully avoiding him at all costs. Natalia knew he had been in the SHIELD hallways, she would always turn the other corner, knowing he had seen her. No one knew about the relationship they had in the Red Room. No one but Nick and she had spent the first week back convincing him their relationship meant nothing to her and it was just her job. She knew Nick didn’t believe her, it didn’t matter. Natalia had too much on her plate dealing with the fall out of decades being undercover in Russia. Too many people after her to care if James’ head was better. Never stopped her from looking into his medical records.  Natalia was in her office, looking into some leads of a long list of people after her since her recent “defection”, when she heard a knock at her door. “Come in.” she says, looking down at the desk still. 

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buckcap:

“I believe in the Russia ideal, I defected three years ago, helped by Vasily Karpov, and I lost my arm in a IED blast after my unit was given false information by US intelligence,” he answered the questions without faltering, but he hesitated longer than he should have. “These are the facts, Natalia.”

The facts. The facts that he tried to visually remember as he recited them, but…there were only chunks of memory; the moments itself where each of his answers came from but nothing around those memories. That couldn’t be right? This didn’t happen that long ago. And then there was what happen before that. What did he do before the IED? There was something wrong in the facts. The holes were starting to become too big to overlook, and yet, he had to.

“You can continue to try to tell me whatever facts you believe if right, but I know the facts. I don’t need to be told.”

Natalia rolled her eyes as she listened to him drown on with the same bullshit she had been told he would remember. The brainwashing, the implanted memories, she had them and it made it so hard to remember the truth until it smacked you so hard you could feel the air leave your lungs. 

“You know nothing, Bucky.” she says, throwing his nickname at him as a final attempt. 

Natalia stands up and heads for the door. “We’re done here, he’s not going to listen. You’ll have to knock it into him.”  With that she left the room, she didn’t want to see what would happen next. Every time she came back to SHIELD they’d scrape her brain just to make sure she could keep fact from fiction. Between the Russians and SHIELD her brain had been touched more than a sample lotion bottle at Bath and Body works. Natalia couldn’t watch as they did the same to him. 

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buckcap:

“If you’re trying to get some sort of rise out of me, it’s not going to work,” he responded immediately, filling in a space he should’ve left empty for a moment longer. 

The questions were slowly grating on him, and he couldn’t figure out why. He was just becoming more increasingly irritated, and it was getting harder to tuck that irritation away, especially once Natalia had entered the room. She had been playing Russia for god know how long and him for the entire time they’ve known each other. He knew better. You can’t trust anyone when you’re a spy. Clearly he was blinded by a good fuck. 

“I was an American. I defected to Russia and train to be the best assassin at their disposal, even better than you, the Black Widow. I am the Winter Soldier. I have no other name. And I work for no one but Russia.”

“If you were better than me, you’d know the truth about yourself, but you don’t, trainee. Do I need to repeat everything once again?” she asks but just leads right into all the information she had presented him, throwing in another fact or two.  “Tell me something, James. Why did you defected to Russia? When did you defect to Russia? Who helped you defect? Why did you loose your arm? Can you answer any of those questions that you seem to think are fact?”

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darcywho:

it has been how are youuuuu

well, Hana and I got engaged. We’re renovating a house. Things are like...HAPPENING. lol. So much adulting in one year. HOW ARE YOU?

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darcywho replied to your post “I’ve literally not actually RPed in almost like 1.5 years I figured...”

-tackles-

omg baaaaaabe. <3 it’s been 10,000 years. 

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buckcap:

“No,” he replied, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice, “I’ve already been asked this. You going to ask me if the name James Barnes rings any bells? How about George, Winifred or Rebbecca?”

He hated that they continued to ask him these questions. It was like they kept asking him questions he almost knew the answer to; questions he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but damn it was going to bug him until he figured out the answer. The names felt familiar, but distantly so. Like he’d just heard the names once in passing, but he’d never put the names to a face or any sort of useful information worth remembering.

“You already know the answer to these questions. So why do you keep asking me them?“

“You’re right. There’s not a single point in asking you anymore, you don’t have any of the answers. So why don’t we just give them to you?” Natalia knew the next few minutes were going to be tense, she didn’t know how he would react and she was trying not to care. She had to appear more distant from him, no one knew they had been sleeping together for as long as she had known him. A promise she made to Russia to keep him entertained and happy, he was the more important asset, even if she never wanted to admit that. 

“This is going to all be a bit painful for you to hear. You won’t believe a word coming out of my mouth and it’s going to make you uncomfortable. It’ll hurt your mind as you try to search for answer that are never going to come. You need to know that before I say what I’m about to say.”  Natalia took a deep breath before she moved into her following sentences, not taking a single breath between them. Barely giving him enough pause to take it all in. 

“George and Winifred Barnes are your parents. Rebecca Barnes is your younger sister. You were born on March, 20th on an Army base in Germany. Steve Rogers was your best friend and Captain America. You were a glorified sidekick, I’m told you hated the term. You fought with superheroes through current wars. There was an accident and you were found in the English Channel by the Russians without an arm and no memory. The Russians knew they could use you to their advantage. I trained you as a Russian while being tasked by SHIELD to extract you as soon as possible. That’s why you’re here. I was bringing you home.” 

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I’ve literally not actually RPed in almost like 1.5 years I figured out today. The things I do for @buckcap but I suppose I’m here if anyone else wants to do stuff but like....?????????????? kaaaaay

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buckcap:

“While S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization sanctioned by the United Nations, one of it’s primary bases is in the United States. So I’d assume that’s why you brought me to here,” he replied in a flat tone that didn’t have anything else to offer. 

He looked at the keys on the table, “Are these supposed to be some sort of incentive? Talk, and I’ll uncuff you?” 

The soldier leaned forward, a smirk forming slightly on his lips, “From what I gather, from all the questions I’ve been asked, everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D.–including you–believes I’m someone.”

“I didn’t ask you what SHIELD was.” she replied, rolling her eyes at his responses.   This was all pointless to her, the line of questioning was idiotic. There was no point in berating him. “Yes and no.” she replies to his question about the keys. “Yes, it’s incentive. No, I don’t need you to talk to me. There’s nothing you can say about Russia that I don’t know. You’ll remember I outrank you in every sense of the word. We didn’t bring you to SHIELD to get you to spill secrets. You know nothing meaningful. Nothing I can’t tell them.”  A small pause and she picks back up. “I extracted you from Russia. A place you were never meant to be in the first place. Does the name Steve Rogers mean anything to you?”

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Natalia knew he wouldn’t understand at first, that she was going to have to bring in some pretty big guns to try and jog any memory he had. The questioning was all a waste of time, Nick’s idea, not her’s. She didn’t enter the room until George and Winnie had finally arrived to their location in California. It had been hours since the airport.  “I’m not sure what they think you’ll have to say that I haven’t already told them a million times. It was a waste of my time and your’s. I’ll admit that.” she says as she sits down in the chair across from him, grabbing the keys for his handcuffs from her waistband. She places them on the table in between them.  “Do you know why we’ve stopped in America? Any clues as to why I’d bring you to SHIELD? Try not to reply with the things you think are right. Don’t give me anything about being a traitor to Russia, or that I’m a liar. Nothing trivial. It really won’t do me or you any good. Try to really think.” 

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The soldier had been sitting in this exact chair for hours. He had no choice. After their commercial flight had landed in LAX, Natalia had injected him with a drug to knock him out. It hit fast, making his memory of what happened right after blurry. She had said something to him, maybe an apology? An apology for what? Betraying him? Betraying Russia? She was working for the Americans…no, worse than that; she was working for S.H.I.E.L.D.. Why would he ever accept an apology from a traitor? But after that…he tapped his fingers on the stainless steal table, trying to jog his memory. He had never fully passed out; he could vaguely remember the events that unfolded.

Natalia feigned as if he’d simply passed out, pleaing for help from the individuals around them. It gets fuzzy for a moment until his eye lids are being pushed back as a paramedic…no, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent shines a light in his eyes to test the contraction of his pupils. The next moment of consciousness he can remember is several scientist figuring out how to remove his cybernetic arm and then he woke up here, his right wrist handcuffed to the table as the asked his round after round of questions expecting to get something different from him. And that’s when she walked in.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent occupying the chair got up and left the room, leaving him alone with Natalia.

“Are they assuming that you’ll actually get me to talk?” he asked, leaning back in chair to prepare for another couple hours of interrogation. 

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