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i apologize for being gone for so long, i’m going to try and work my way back here and elsewhere however things have been rough and i’m incredibly nervous about coming back to write on tumblr. so, again: find me on wire or u can always ask for my discord because i am buzzing to write there.
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❝ so, how far up on the list of hopefuls was i? ❞ pounding breath escapes in sticatto measures, preserving energy, whilst sam’s footfalls spring back with quick succession away from steve’s practised, noticably reserved blows. they are only practising after all. his wrist parries by glancing steve’s knuckles away from his collarbone and delight ripples through, grin glowing over his face. ❝ if i wasn’t above the tin can man, i’m gonna cry myself to sleep tonight. ❞ / & @forgries
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her doorway lingers open; ajar to let in a breeze or because she knew he’d find himself here? whims of prophecy aren’t in her official skillset but he’s never known that to have stopped her before. ‘a girl’s gotta have a few secrets’, her trademark smile would have told him, he can see it now as clearly as he can see his own hesitation.
❝ nat - ❞ voicing his introduction is easier than stepping forward; she would see he’s been crying, then. he doesn’t remember when that last happened. & he doesn’t think he could bare the kind way she’d look at him if she knew. clearing his throat, sam tries again. ❝ you, uh, wanna spar? go for a run? ❞ / @vlyuvdova
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❝ sometimes i think i’ve got the hard legacy, picking up after steve, but that’s not really anything compared to what you must have to carry. that must be lonely. must be heavy, in just your hands. ❞ / @shelassos
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❝ you’re so late i started making up scenarios in my head to explain your sudden but inevitable disappearance. a sinkhole opening up. got caught up brooding too much, y’lost track of time. got lost trying to turn left up a street that hasn’t existed since 1983. you fell down and couldn’t get back up. got busy trying to perfect your hair. ❞ sam had nursed his own empty beer bottle for so long, he’d given up and reclaimed ownership of the one he’d bought for bucky. give him his dues though, it’s halfway to empty and the condesation has all been left on a soggy coaster rather than sam’s hand, so he’d curteously restrained himself for some time.
❝ am i getting any warmer? ❞ / @zilmdat
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this kind of RELIEF ( & this kind of reservation, because though he puts steve up on the mantle of heroes to be admired, there’s no pleasure or glory in standing solo at the top of the pillar, in managing the collective grief & weight of the entirety of the population ) : slipping away from the world in which real, battling stakes could hinge life or death, is a rare, sunbaked surprise. a raucous puzzle of giggling surges up from the onlooking kids all decked out in their polyester blends of iron man, black widow, ant-man. bucky plays up the gig, drawing another foam arrow from the quiver that barely fits its way around the round of his bicep.
“ c’mon, wilson. ” he hollers, voice comedically kicked up a notch. “ come out, come out wherever you are! ”
his stalking step is not for gaming ; it’s all lupine predator peeling the fletching back so that it situates itself on the metalline cusp of his shoulder. the cresting curls under the clip of his knuckle, poised to loose whenever he gets eyes on that glistening, summer sheen of sam’s skin makes even a slivering appearance from his haven.
the problem ( the inherent, diseased PROBLEM ) is that he can’t divorce his instincts, the steady drum of his heart ruddering against his chest, from the toying of it all. there’s nothing light about what they’re doing even if the weaponry is spare & plasticine. it hitches an old, calming adrenaline that channels through his veins & bursts in a victory march when he lets the next shot fly free toward the trajectory of sam’s temple.
“ big difference is now i’ve gotta load another one up. ” the container hosting the remainder of the fake darts jostles, clumsy under his thick fingers. it’s enough time that if sam makes a run for it he can get a decent amount of space. bucky shrugs into a half trot while plying one up. “ —- waste of time. ”
❝ captain america never surrenders ! ❞ the gaggle of avid fans, some no higher than his hip or bucky’s elbow, have formed a rapt amphitheatre to their display. even those pretending they’re too cool to care cast their eyes in a chalantly nonchalant manner. their ‘civilian’ attire was enough to keep their cover at first glance but the shield and shooters give them up quickly. not that sam minds, least no one’s bothering him for his autograph when he’s under siege.
though he wouldn’t mind if everyone were to delete the picture of him taking a dart to the brain panel mere seconds in. he’d really appreciate that.
pride impeeded but not broken, sam takes the ultimate faux defense in hand as he slips to the left and away from the immediate line of fire. one ( unnecessary ) barrel roll over coney island’s weather worn wooden slats has him out of view and back in the game. up and up, just like he’s wearing his wings. over the boundaries between one stall’s trash and another’s, he embarks on creeping up behind bucky’s shoulder.
practising moon, noon and night has shown sam just how easy it is for any object to become america’s symbol of peace and freedom through out the known world. one well timed flick has the plastic schucking its flimsy way through the air to clip bucky’s fingertips that bare another arrow. ❝ really? barton makes it look so easy. getting slow, old man? ❞
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“ it’s budget-friendly. ” jessica doesn’t bat an eye. she’ll slough the same pair of jeans into the floor & only change out a flannel with the elbow’s blown out & she can’t scrub the blood out of the collar anymore. “ & i can buy a pack of ten t-shirts for five bucks. something tells me your little halloween costume isn’t so easily replaced. ”
so, she’s a BARGAIN-BARREL HERO with a bad attitude & a shelf better built for bourbon than for the high shine sheen of an avengers emblem. so the fuck what? she shrugs into the answer, still hunching her gaze in on the fine-grained detail snowing across the screen. it’s prickling something just past the tip of her tongue that she can’t manage to quash into place with the pad of her finger. her jaw works over it, souring the hollow of her cheeks.
“ ——– & i don’t fuck around with guns. half the time, i just have to wriggle my goddamn nose to send the bad guys pissing their pants. ”
“ madripoor. yeah, i heard about that guy. sounds like a real asshole. ” this is a degree higher than the cheating husbands & bail-skippers hanging around her corner of hell’s kitchen. it gives a good, interested itch that she wants to follow through to the finish. “ like i said —– ” jessica’s hands hover over the keyboard before rapping out a series of patterns. she skims the cursor to a folder behind her drop box that hosts all the details of her latest cases. “ i don’t fuck around with guns or the guys who sell them. ”
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“ but the dickheads i hunt down for my clients sure as hell do. ” a cascade of windows pour open on the screen with pictures of square jaws, of sleek haircuts, & of the ANVIL LOGO stamped across a rucksack. “ i think one of these jarheads could get us where we need to go. feel like playing soldier boy? ”
❝ budget friendly? you doing okay, jones? you need a real job? don’t knock my halloween costume, y’know it comes with dental and life insurance, i know a guy who can hook you up with that kind of thing. ❞ he’s the guy. technically. there’s a level of bureacy he hadn’t anticipated blocking a carte blanch approach to a new roster, he’ll not have the same freedom that natasha and steve had when one half of the original team decided to retire, but he’s found that fewer people argue with him now that he’s holding the shield. - fewer people question his decisions and motivations and intelligence, sam knows better than to linger on why, it’ll only make him angry.
sam’s glazed over look borders on confusion when faced with a multi - million dollar mercenary - security company should be jessica’s first clue to just how out of the loop he is about street level threats but he knows the power brooker. he knows how dangerous this can get within the blink of an eye. ❝ look, the second this gets into avengers shit or captain america shit and you think you’re in over your head or somewhere a paycheck ain’t gonna justify : i want you to bail out. tell me you can’t handle it. if you don’t feel right. ❞
the shield only protects him from harm. he’s seen what it can do to those who get to close. sharon. lemar. karli...
❝ you think they’re not gonna get suspicious when i rock up? ❞
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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier
Episode 1 - New World Order
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❥𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
sentence starters based on lyrics from various songs by the band heart . some lyrics have been modified to be more usable . change gendered language & add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !!♡
“ i’ve never seen eyes so blue . ”
“ i wanna hear you say you’re sorry . ”
“ if looks could kill , you’d be lying on the floor . ”
“ if looks could kill , you’d be reeling from the pain & you’d never lie again . ”
“ i’m watching every move you make . ”
“ you don’t want to see my anger , so don’t you make another mistake . ”
“ that’s a promise & a threat . ”
“ if i was you , i’d really cool it . ”
“ i was a fool to believe in you . ”
“ i’ve been waiting for you . ”
“ i’m pretending & that’s all i can do . ”
“ the love i’m sending isn’t making it through to your heart . ”
“ there’s something that you forgot . ”
“ what about love ?? ”
“ don’t you want someone to care about you ?? ”
“ you might need it someday . ”
“ i can’t tell you what you’re feeling inside . ”
“ i can’t sell you what you don’t want to buy . ”
“ something’s missing & you’ve got to look back on your life . ”
“ you know something here just isn’t right . ”
“ hey , i’m talking to you . stop yourself & listen . ”
“ anything you want , i can make it happen . ”
“ we can’t go on just running away . ”
“ walk those legs right over here & give me what i’m dying for . ”
“ your kind is a dime a dozen . ”
“ you’re wasting your time , giving me lip . ”
“ when you finally come knocking , there’ll be nobody home . ”
“ what he doesn’t know will never hurt him . ”
“ nothing you ask is out of the question . ”
“ i can wink my eyes & melt their little hearts . ”
“ i know i’m losing it , look what you’ve done . ”
“ you’re not sure what you want to do with your life , but you sure don’t want me in it . ”
“ you found a new world & you want to taste it , but that world can turn cold & you better face it . ”
“ who will you run to when it all falls down ?? ”
“ ’til now , i always got by on my own . ”
“ i never really cared until i met you . ”
“ now , it chills me to the bone . ”
“ how do i get you alone ?? ”
“ you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to touch your lips & hold you tight . ”
“ i was gonna tell you tonight . ”
“ if i’ve fallen for you , would it be so bad ?? ”
“ i want you so bad . ”
“ look a little closer , now , if you dare . ”
“ what in the world did i do to deserve you ?? ”
“ you took it just a little too far . ”
“ now i see you for what you are . ”
“ when the truth comes out , you ain’t so tough . ”
“ i don’t want to be strangers at heart . ”
“ maybe i’m a heartbreak waiting to be . ”
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“ whatever makes you feel like you’ve got your dignity, ” bats off her sneer in a wheedle, a verbal pat on the shoulder. “ —– sure as shit look like panties to me. ”
“ i wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those spandex DEATH TRAPS. ” her hounding shoulders hunch in closer to the screen. it’s all blurry grains & thick noise. her fingertips pattern over the keys to zoom in, enhance, zoom in, enhance. ENHANCE, ENHANCE. it’s almost there in the way a forgotten word hovers on the tip of a tongue. the shape is familiar, a shadow that looms an uncomfortable, unquenchable itch that suddenly sets its flames loose at the nape of her neck.
“ i’ve seen this before, ” bolts into the silence. she taps at the edge of the screen, at the angle of what is presumably an elbow dipped into shade.
“ that’s a weapon. ” a DISTINCT ONE ; his body is in the form of a person about to draw a gun. “ —– i’ve seen this before. it was on the news a few years ago because it was so out of left field. ” jessica swishes the cursor up to the browser’s entry-point & taps out a few buzzwords that will surf for her story. “ —- there was only one country where manufacturing these is legal. ”
❝ uh huh, i’m sure one of our suits would really cut up your look. i mean, it’s not like jessica jones doesn’t have a standard outfit, like say -- grungey jeans, bad attitude, basic t-shirt and a leather jacket to go with matching leather boots. ❞ sam’s appraising head to toe glance is made all the more discerning by the rim of his glasses sliding down his nose.
❝ least my thing is bulletproof. only thing that’s indestructible about you is luke’s number on your speed dial. ❞ oh, he’ll run across town for jessica but he won’t even give sam a text back these days.
all attempts to jibe slink away as duty calls his attention, again. plucking his phone back, sam runs his gaze over each and every detail he can spare. there’s not much to go on, maybe the suspicion of a street sign or the impression of a long nose, but whoever they are : they know how to cover their tracks. which makes the use of a gun not licensed in any sensible port all the more ... audacious. ❝ madripoor. this guy must have a link to the powerbroker. so, he’s switching careers from human testing & financing domestic terrorism to gun running, jack of all trades. ❞
jaw working in a way that would make steve proud. ❝ we should find his seller, only guy with a way to get in touch with buyer and supplier. you know anyone in this area that handles shady weapons? ❞
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@nutsaboutbirds from here.
the plastic chucks him on the underside of his haggard chin, another nick in the cleft that he scuffs away with the broad square of his knuckle. he lets it hang there for a minute, scraping in the coarse bristles darkening his jaw & shading the hollows of his cheeks.
“ must’ve read wrong, wilson, because i’ve never been FUN a day in my life. ” a telltale dimpling darkens under the uptick of his mouth because as droll as he comments, he can’t keep a straight face. " & that’s a helluva long time. "
but it’s good to see the shield celebrated, whether it’s in sam’s capable hands, or in memory of his best friend.
bucky studies a plastic hammer adorned with a tuft of glittery fluff before hanging it back on the hook.
“ think i’ll go with the hawkeye thing. guy runs around with a bow strapped to his back. how hard can it be? ” one eye squinting closed, bucky tugs a foam arrow to the nock & lets it TWANG out in sam’s direction.
midday sun spares no mercy for either of them, a thin line of sweat keeps sam’s shirt kissing broad shoulders that duck away from bucky’s oncoming assualt, but sam doesn’t mind it so much ; not when he gets to pick out that smile trying to force it’s way through a poorly put on playact.
yellow light strips years away from a man whose face doesn’t share his real age, anyway. he’s incredibly fond of bucky like this. although sam tries not to waste time agonising over bucky’s pain ( god knows he does it enough for the both of them. ) it’s hard not to when he misses a joke that anyone else would have laughed at, ducks away from physical touch, dances his way out of attention. it’s agonising to watch bucky do and agonising to lose out to.
he had ... considered whether it was a bucky thing or a sam thing. did he think sam didn’t need comfort from his pains, too? that he wanted to be lonely, as well?
dipping behind the cover of a corner, sam braces his back flush up against sanctuary. scant glances to check his perimeter as if bucky’s a real threat ; there are kids around, he can’t let the show down.
❝ hey, glass houses. i mean, what’s the big difference between a bow and arrow and an ak-47? besides style. ❞
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@nutsaboutbirds from here.
“ yeah, i bet those star spangled panties really cut off the circulation to your brain. ”
she sidles up to his shoulder, a pinching glower hovering as she looks past him to the screen. her fingertips, peered out from the half cuffs of her gloves, inch in over the sorry denim cloaking her thighs at the itch to get on the keys in place of him.
“ at least that would explain why you’re typing like a goddamn grandpa. is that how they came up with the nickname? ” both of her index fingers punch through the air in a mime. “ FALCON? because you hunt & peck like a bird? ”
“ let me. ” she snatches the mouse in a quick maneuver, smoothing the cursor over to a grainy-edged figure silhouetted in the corner of an equally pixelated photograph stamped right in the middle of the page. a jabbing point cuts into a wavy line out behind the shape. “ —– what does that look like to you? ”
❝ i don’t wear panties, i’m a grown up. they’re called undies if you’re over thirty. ❞
all the subtlety, grace, poise, charm, kindness of a rottweiller ambles in between sam’s hands and the screen to which he isn’t about to argue. reputation produced by local gossip rags and tabloids lead a tarred, messy procession all the way back to the ‘assholes’ they’ve labelled the defenders, which was a misnomer given half a block of midtown was still being fished out of a sinkhole, unfortunately for her, miss. jones had been given the worst of all. a gracious and discerning person by nature, sam had assumed that had been conjured up in bad faith. now, that he’s met her ...
not that he would ever talk badly about a lady. ( she sure is mean, though. he was just stood there. )
peering doesn’t make the picture any clearer. neither does leaning in. or closing one eye, then the next. well, her opinion of him can’t get any worse, he sighs fishing his reading glasses out of his pocket. ❝ ... it looks like a guy. but there’s no way to tell with this, it’s just guess work. ❞
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“why do you want to help me?”
𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 : 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚊 & 𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙 : 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚌 : @bledyshka
❝ when i got out of the army, everything i did, everything i saw, everything i trained to do : i couldn't talk about any of it. and i don't just mean 'cause the military would'a come after me but, uh, i just couldn't talk for a while. ❞
small talk, jibber jabber, chit chat, stuff about the weather and the state of public transport, whatever celebrity break up was happening. he was a new yorker, all that was second nature. drop him in a bar & he could rant about any litany of topics someone gave him. his father had been a pastor, able to preach from a pulpit like he was telling a bedtime story or a parable for the ages, whatever his audience needed. sam learnt at an early age how words were as necessary to a person as bread and water. when he lost his . . .
❝ i couldn't talk about what happened or my grief so i figured the solution would be to say nothing. hope that one day, it would fix itself. & more than signing up for war, that stupid ass idea could have killed me. 'cause even though i thought it could never happen to me with all the training i got, all the shit i thought i had, i still got lost. ❞
muddled, maudlin memories dig in before sam twists his attention back to yelena. if he didn't live the life they had, sam wouldn't be able to believe she exists. those odd eyes suit the oddity she is, neither belonging here or there, adrift in between a duty to her country & a duty to herself. of all things, sam understood that.
❝ i don't want you to get lost. i get how being on the outside can be more confusing than being in. & the rest of it, the worst of that shit?
being a living legacy. being the person after. being made up to follow an image you can't complete. being alone in that? i get that, too. so, if you need to talk, if you wanna talk, if you want a friend - well, cap's and widow's work well together is all i'm saying. ❞
he smiles a little then, crooked, showing up the gap in his teeth. ❝ not to mention, helping's my whole thing. ❞
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the only power i have is that i believe we can do better. / captain america writing blog, curated by martha.
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