#shieldedfreedom

[grimmusings]

"just tell me what you need." to Bucky

Answered here! 💙

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@shieldedfreedom

Logan walks toward the Avenger's compound in blue jeans, and a red, blue and green flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and that was unbuttoned to reveal a white tank top, and some good quality hiking boots. Logan had long pole-like object wrapped in a very ornate silk wrap in one of his hands. As Logan reached the doors, he knew that security wouldn't bother checking his for anything. They knew him well enough, knew about his adamantine skeleton, and of course his adamantine claws. Logan smirked and side-eyed the security guards, raising the object in hand above his head as a half-asses greeting, as he walked through the security check point. "Hey, bubs." Logan kept walking, not in a hurry, not in a rush. Definitely more leisurely but still like he had a purpose for being there. Logan stops at a door with the name plate on it, that reads Steve Rogers on it. Logan smirked mischievously then just opened the door without knocking. "Hey! Rogers! I got somethin for ya." Logan tossed the object he had been carrying at Steve. "It's that sword, the mura-masa or whatever. The one I used back in The War." Logan scratched the back of his head. "Ya know I'm not one for bein sentimental but I figured... Well, yeah. Happy birthday."

[4r4chn10]

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His fist narrowly missed the hero. He'd swung out of reflex in response to the other's sudden arrival. It was only when he was able to see the Avenger that he realized he was about to do something very unfortunate and managed to stop himself.

"Shit! I mean... I'm sorry, sir, you got me off guard...." He lowered his fist and held up both hands in a peaceful gesture of apology. "I didn't mean to almost punch you..."

First time meeting the Captain America and he nearly decks him. He was beyond embarrassed.

[beingabadass]

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“Hey so they sent me up to ‘distract you’ so you don’t notice the party they are all very clearly setting up for you downstairs.” He assumed that Steve was very aware of the team’s sorry attempt at planning a surprise birthday party.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

STEVE ROGERS THE BIRTHDAY / @shieldedfreedom

There's few people that would get Pepper flying out from her Seattle offices for and one of those Steve Rogers. As much as she was certain Tony would claim he's the reason that got her flying in, harassing her emails, texts, and calls even when the voice wasn't his but his AIs; Pepper had already made the plans to fly in for the fourth the first reminder that she had gotten. All of that had more been Pepper wanting to leave Tony to dangle; she's a busy woman now and he's not priority number one. Steve was reason enough for her to fly in.

Others she would have sent the corporate gift basket and a handwritten card. She's sure that the poor man was going to get roped into Tony's idea of a big celebration and she's finally arrived at the tour. she hopes the decorators were tipped well for all the stars and stripes the place was wrapped in.

When she sees him, the grin can't be helped and she's going for the hug right away. ❝ Hey there, so I see what Tony's done with the place. I'm sure he's got a big spectacle when it gets dark enough planned as well, that's Tony for you. ❞ It was the way that Tony showed his care, he did what he knew, and Pepper's spent years translating that to people. ❝ You've got to promise me that you'll come find me and let me steal you away from the chaos. ❞

[marvelousjj]

There were benefits to being a trained assassin. It meant when people eventually did come for you, you were always prepared at a moments notice. Couple that with this particular family being on the run from HYDRA for as long as they had...the family had learned how to disappear more than a few times. And they had. Unfortunately they had been doing that a bit as of late, and were exhausting their ability to get away with things like this in this country.

Taking cover when the first shot went off, she grabbed for her gun trapped to her back, and helped cover Jamie while he grabbed what he couldn't replace. The two had always been very in sync, he'd been the one she raised after all. Nodding she grabbed one of the bags so he wouldn't have to carry more than one on his back and moved to duck out after Ana to get to the van. It wasn't in good shape, and Bucky was in worse shape, but it would work to get them out of there. Between her getting the van started, and Steve helping to lay the seats flat, they did the best they could to make Bucky comfortable.

It seemed like everyone had the same idea. They needed to get out of there, one way or another. And Bucky needed a doctor. Between Nat and Ana at least, before including Steve, it would be a mistake to hurt Bucky, but she couldn't help but want to make her point. She looked in the rearview mirror at Ana, nodding at her in the mirror before looking back to the road as she took off into the back roads that would lead through the property and out to another winding road.

She wasn't expecting much out of her dad at this point. She was fine with him staying awake. She could take care of the rest. Seeing her mom come out from the house, and let out a sigh of relief, about to go back to get Jamie wherever he was, when he to emerged, with there prisoner she had been unable to bring with her, though he would have added as a good body shield.

With everyone once again in the van, it was hard to track what was going on. Ana was shuffling her attention from her dad, to Steve who was insisting on being right there, to Wade who had finally commanded the attention of the car. Everyone seemingly stopping and lookin at Wade. That had been a first. Not him being louder than everyone in the room, but actually having an idea she sided with.

Looking at Nat, she nodded before pulling out her pistol and pointing it at Wade, a serious lookin in her eyes. Not someone he would want to be toying with. "You take us somewhere that will land us in any trouble, my dad gets hurt in any way...I'll kill you myself. Clear?" It'd be a shame. He was pretty cute. But she wanted everyone, Steve Rogers included, to know she wasn't messing around.

When the first shot had rung out, he and his mom had operated quickly in order to prepare themselves to both defend and to help the group escape. It was obvious that the family had been doing all of this for a while with how automatic their reactions were. He had all of the most important pieces of tech that he owned that couldn't be replaced, they were all tucked away in a bag. It had been quite the task when neither he or Natasha were doing much besides army crawling. After the second shot rang out, this one much closer, he knew that it had been his sister. For as long as he'd known her, she didn't miss, so that second shot meant a small window for them. What it all also meant though was that they needed to get the hell out of there. There was a brief debate in his mind as he looked at the basement door. Whether they took the merc with them or left him here, if he was alive, he was going to be a liability.

Looking over to Natasha, he spoke calmly and confidently, even if there was still doubt in his choice. "Go get th' car runnin," he advised her, giving that he wouldn't give his own mom an order. "I'm gonna grab basement guy." He couldn't remember the guy's name and to be honest, he didn't care much. Jamie had the physical fortitude that he needed to carry a grown man, so he moved to go do just that. While Jamie was on his way to the van as well, with Wade over his shoulder, the merc groggily woke up.

That fog in his mind didn't last long when he was tossed in the uttermost back compartment of the van. He still had restraints on his hands and feet, so he was scrunched up as he sat in the same space that groceries were meant to occupy. There was a lot going on in the van; Bucky was bleeding, Ana was trying to help him...not do that, Steve was visibly worried, Jamie was in the front seat with Natasha at the wheel. There were quite a few voices going all at once, and he tried to gather what exactly was happening so he could know what to prepare for next. As he looked out the back window though, he could see a couple of black SUVs in the distance, heading their way.

"Oh, fuck..." he knew government vehicles when he saw them. "Hey...hey..." He could at least make out what they were talking about; they needed a place to go. His gaze shifted from the SUVs then back to the family. "HEY!" When he had managed to get the attention of everyone in the car (that wasn't trying not to bleed out, anyway), he spoke plainly and clearly.

"We have less than two minutes before our window to leave closes, get this thing on th' road, any road, an' as soon as ya can, get on the freeway. If we can get int' th' city, I've got a guy that has the connections we need for medical and a means t' get th' hell outta the US." Everything had been a joke up to that point, but when he spoke just then, his time in Spec Ops shone through.

He'd been in and out of consciousness a handful of times. He'd been aware enough to know that Ana was speaking to him, she...got her. His thoughts were scrambled by the agony in his chest but he looked as appreciative of her help with the shooter and the applied pressure as he could. It manifested as a warm glance that was laced with pain which he tried to cover.

As Wade screamed though, he winced before allowing his eyes to close once again. He did his best to hear, to listen, though one of his hearing aids had come loose outside. He just barely managed to gather what Wade was saying, and in that one case, he agreed with the mercenary.

"Go...!" he choked out in agreement. There was no time to argue, or to question anyone's motives, not if they were going to actually make it out of all of this alive.

[marvelousjj]

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[thegirlwhowaited-dw]

"Is that my sweater you're wearing?"

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"Is that a big issue Steve?" Amy looked over at him, having been sitting outside at the ranch Clint had invited everyone to.

[grimmusings]

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.” - to bucky

Answered here! ❤️

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Again this man made her feel warm and safe. Like the feeling an older brother gives his younger sister. It was nice. She actually felt that she could listen to this man. She had never considered herself 'special' per say. Cursed was more the descriptor that she would have used for herself. But this made her actually consider what made her special and what made her Rogue? Rogue thought about it and came to the conclusion that she didn't want to hurt people, she hated it. So what made her Rogue was her want to help prevent others from pain, to take the pain from others and to shove it back at the abusers, the 'villains' as it were. Rogue wanted to be an Avenger. She steeled her gaze. Focused. Marie D'Ancanto was sure. "Capt'an Amer.... Steve. I am sure that I want to be an Avenger. "

It was more than obvious that she was nervous. He didn't laugh, but he did smile. Remembering when he entered the program that made him the way he was now. Gave him the tools he needed to make the difference he wanted in the world. He knew what it was like to want to help desperately. To want to make a difference, but fear not being given the chance to do so. He knew what it was like to have the door closed in his face.

Taking a breath, letting it out slowly, he sat forward in his desk. He didn't want her to worry needlessly, when frankly she was more qualified for the job based on her character more than anything else.

"You don't have t'talk about anything you don't want to." He assured, giving a kind smile before continuing. "I know a lot of people, who like you, are scared of parts of them that make them special." He paused and let out a sigh. "Y'know I wanted to protect people when I became, well this." He gestured to himself a bit sheepishly. "But someone told me it was my need to help people that made me Captain America. I like t'think that's the same for being an Avenger." He paused for a moment, letting that sink in for her. "So...You think that sounds like you?"

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shieldedfreedom asked:

"Wait...There's more...Spider...kids?" - to Miles!

Miles sits, crouched atop a lamp post looking down at Captain America. He tilts his head. "Captain America?" Miles drops down off the lamp grabbing the part he was just standing on, hanging limply still looking at Captain America. Miles then shoots a web from the hand that was holding the lamp, and slowly strung himself down from the lamp until his feet were firmly on the ground. Miles began to walk toward Capt casually then suddenly stopped.

"Waaaait. You're not one of those Hydra Captain America's are you?" Miles begins looking around at where he was at. Seeing if there was any discernable flags or emblems of hydra in plain sight. Then looks back to Captain America, watching him closely and tilting his head, but otherwise not moving a muscle.

[sxrgeantbarnes]

“I can't imagine my life without you.“

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He gave Steve a small, private smile. The kind no one else got out of him, reserved for only one person. There were so many parts of Bucky that were for Steve only– smiles, glances. This deep, borderline overwhelming feeling of affection in his chest he’s had since they were kids. “I’m not planning on going anywhere.” Not that that has stopped them from being ripped apart in the past– and yet, it never stuck. They always made their way back to one another. It was like the universe knew how much they need each other. “You uh. You’re kinda it for me, I ever tell you that? I mean, when I look at the future and what I want, there's not much there, there’s not much that’s really important. Except you. You’re it, you’re what matters.”

[dstortedstudios]

Family had always been the most important thing to Bucky.  His loyalty rested with the people that he loved, the ones that he wanted to take care of, and usually, those people wanted to care for him in return.  Once Bucky’s loyalty was earned, there was really no force that could break it.  Even after all that had happened with Tony after the inventor had learned the connection between Becca and his parents, there had never been a point that Bucky didn’t want Tony in his life.  At his side.  He could tell that Steve felt the same way.

When they had all seen one another again on the battlefield for the first time, there had been a spark of hope in Bucky’s heart that they would be able to overcome their adversary as well as the barriers that had been keeping them apart in the in the couple of years that they’d been separated.

The chance to do that was torn away from them…but as it turned out, the bad blood that they had all perceived had melted away far quicker than any of them thought it could.  The only doubt that had resided in Bucky’s heart had been whether or not Tony could forgive the fact that he hadn’t been informed about the truth of his parents’ fate before it had been revealed in an extremely graphic and traumatic way.

That Tony and Becca had buried the hatchet enough to live together and even essentially co-parent the children that had been left without their fathers…that was enough to tell him that he’d been worried needlessly.  When it counted the most, they had set the past aside and leaned on one another to keep pressing forward.As relieved and proud as he was that they had mended bridges with one another, he lamented the time lost to all of their doubts and insecurities.

As soon as he felt Steve’s hand in his, he gave it a squeeze in return and interlaced their fingers.  Having Steve there at his side, having the man’s support, it was what had kept him grounded through so much hurt and worry that the world had thrown at them over the years.  Tracing his thumb gently over the blonde’s, his gaze lingered on his partner’s eyes for another moment and he rolled his lips slightly with a nod.

The name that he had suggested seemed to be unanimously approved, including (and most importantly) by the girl that was receiving it.  It was settled then; she was their daughter, and her name was Rebecca.  Already, he only wanted the best for her, and that was going to start with helping her adjust to her unconventional existence.

At her apology, he huffed a small, genuine laugh before shaking his head slightly.  “Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he absolved her of blame effortlessly, “it was a good throw.  Honestly, I can’t say I wouldn’t ‘a done th’ same in your shoes.”  He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder after Loki had taken a small step to the side in order to still offer Rebecca the support of his assistance without preventing her from receiving what was likely much-needed affection from her fathers.

After he’d offered the three of them a little more space, he stood with his hands clasped in front of him, a posture that had been a centuries-long habit after being raised as a prince.  He stood just a bit taller, waiting for his chance to speak up once more.  There was a small lull and he took his chance, feeling that the matter was fairly urgent but not wanting to present it as something to fret over.  A delicate balance, certainly.

“Rebecca,” he started gently to get her attention, a respectful warmth in his tone as he said her newly acquired name, “if it’s alright with you, I’d like to gain insight into your perspective on all of this.  It does involve using my magic.”  He wanted to avoid making her nervous any more than she already was.  “I would be accessing your memories.  You’ll be the one in control the entire time, I’ll be a guest within your mind.  Are you okay with that?”  It was the same process that he had gone through with Becca, but he knew that the search would obviously be much shorter.

If Loki hadn’t noticed her at the time that he did…She would have found her way into that room to get as close to Tony as she could. While she hadn’t met Loki before, she could recognize his nurturing tone when he guided her back over to the group. Looking behind her and back toward the room Tony was in, she abandoned the hopes of going in there for now…Considering it was in her best interest that her other Dad’s knew who she was finally, now that she had someone who could help explain a little better.

While Loki continued to explain to Bucky and Steve how the Infinity Stones worked, she looked between the three, but mostly to Loki. He really did seem to know a great deal about these stones, and seeing as he knew exactly what she was…She wondered if there had been something he was hoping the stones would see it fit to grant him.

Then he said it, revealed that she was their daughter, just like Tony’s, and she could see their whole view on it SHIFT. Suddenly she looked at the two of them in a sheepish way. There was no way they weren’t going to like her, but she was suddenly hit with  nerves, until Bucky’s smile seemed to rock her from that. It was only made better when she saw the same reassuring and loving smile come from the blonde.

Rebecca must have been his sister’s name. He glanced to Steve, and watched him nod to her with that same caring smile. She liked the name, and it seemed to suit her when she thought about herself as a Rebecca. She finally wore a smile on her features, looking back to Bucky and nodding. “I like that name.”‌ seeing the red mark on his forehead, she rolled her lips and rubbed her own forehead there. “Sorry about the uh…forehead.”

[youxmove]

"stop messing with your iv."

@shieldedfreedom

The ambush came hard and fast. A devastating sweep of destruction that no one had been prepared for. There were no time for proper evacuations, no time for shelters or bunkers to protect any of the men and women on the line- nor any protection for the civilians that resided in the city where they had staged their base.

She'd been so concerned about trying to get a mother and her young daughter out one of the stricken buildings that honestly, Sharon hardly felt the bullet enter her back. It wasn't until she had collapsed to the ground that she even realized anything was wrong to her physical well-being. It was a clean shot. Frankly a pathetic shot by the opponent- if she were being technical and since she had every right to do so- yeah, she was.

Somehow in the mess one of her partners had managed to gather her up and evacuate with the the surviving team- all with the main focus on the orders echoing across all of their radios. Get the Captain out. Get the Captain out.

She'd lost consciousness somewhere between then and now as she looked up at an unfamiliar hospital room. There were no answers given about what happened, or where they were, but from what she could gather they were safe enough- the rest?....Well she feared the answer.

She wanted to get up- no she needed to get up. She had a job to do, but the moment she had tried to get up Steve, who had been in here who knew how long, put an end to that and for the past for the past ten minutes she'd been grumbling about it.

The scolding that comes again causes Sharon to scowl, though she does what she's told and removes her fingers from the needle inserted into her arm. "I need to be out there. I need to know what's going on and how we can....how we can recover from this. Where are we even? How many causalit-.....How bad is it?"

The agent takes a slow breath, hands coming up to rub at her face with a wince then pull through her blonde strands before quickly Sharon's brows crease and she looks over at him. A delayed panic crossing her mind and features. "Are you alright? Are you hurt at all?"

[lamentingwclf]

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

“No,”  He says softly,  “But it’s nothing new - between the war, being captured, and everything that happened after -”  He waves his hand, not completing the thought.  “Sam said once he told you it was the mattresses, and I’ve heard it before - the trauma, the softness where we expected compact dirt or pain; no matter what, it’s always the same, but there’s no way around it, is there?”

@shieldedfreedom​

[soviet-ghost-story]

“Because I love you!”

The words rang in the air between them, leaving silence in their wake. In the background, somewhere in the distance, Bucky could hear the sounds of carousing and laughter in the tavern below, utterly unaware of the bombshell being dropped above that had nothing to do with Hitler's air raids on London. Twenty minutes earlier, Bucky had been at the bar, talking with Steve, trying to enjoy a few drinks - not wanting to think about why he wasn't feeling the effects of the whiskey while he faced down his best friend's new and improved physique. The story of Steve's admission into the Army was full of holes that Steve put there purposely - whether to protect himself or by direct orders, Bucky hadn't been certain, but he had been dwelling on simmering frustration and anger over it all since the long march from the work camp after his rescue. He'd been hoping a little booze would drown out the outrage - while he was grateful and relieved for the rescue, and thrilled to see Steve, he was also furious that he had made himself into a eugenics experiment, that he had parachuted into a war zone by himself - and he was bitter about the way pretty miss Agent Carter had spoken to Steve, wearing that gorgeous red dress, while ignoring him completely. Most would have assumed that his bitterness came from being spurned by a beautiful woman for the first time, but they would have been wrong. For years, it had always been Steve and Bucky, Bucky and Steve - even when there was a girl on his arm, he had always, always included Steve, because he hadn't wanted to spend time away from him. Denial had made him believe that it was because he just cared so much about his best friend, but the truth was far more complicated and far more illegal than that. He'd really wanted that booze to work tonight. After watching Steve watch Agent Carter saunter out, he and Steve bantered a little more before the conversation had turned sour. Bucky had tossed out a sarcastic little comment about Agent Carter, then about his new physique, and had angrily kicked back another shot - to no avail - and decided to step away before he said something he truly regretted when he was calm. At least he could blame it on the booze tomorrow - no one had to know he'd only felt the burn and none of the inebriation. But no - Steve had followed him upstairs, demanding to know what had gotten into him. They'd stood there in the tiny room they were sharing, Steve poking and prodding, trying to get a rise out of him like he used to pick fights with the bullies before he had gotten big, and Bucky...had choice words to say. He tried keep the quiver from his voice the more he went on, but it was difficult - he loved Steve Rogers, even if he was too afraid to admit to to himself. After all those years of dodging eugenicists who would sterilize you because you were disabled, who treated you like you were subhuman and a leech upon society because of it, you just go and let them...change you? Without even knowing if it would work? You could have fucking died in there, Steve, and I wouldn't have even known! AND THEN - you just launch a one man invasion to save my worthless hide from a Nazi work camp - you don't need me anymore, Steve! You don't need me to defend you, to look out for you, to try and find you a pretty girl who'll treat you right! You could have just said your goodbyes to me and let me rot in that lab and gotten on with it with this goddamned war and with Agent Carter and her red dress down there! Whaddya need me for now, huh? The longer he had ranted, the more tense the air had become, and the more Steve tried to interject and get a word in edgewise, the more Bucky refused to let him - until he shouted those words. Then, there was silence, and all Bucky could do was stare at him in honest shock. It felt like a blow in the boxing ring, leaving him reeling and dazed, and unable to form a coherent thought for several seconds. "...You...what?" His voice was soft, stunned - a stark contrast to the shouting he'd employed before. "You...you love me?"