brooklynrooted:

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"Come on, pal, get it together." Steve sounds harsher than he wishes he could be, but this is really the worst possible place to break down. He grabs Bucky by the wrist — and freezes up. "Is this your blood?"

And suddenly he’s nine years old, getting scolded by the shop owner for nicking a loaf of bread. He glances up at Steve for a brief moment, trying to gauge just how angry he is. “I, uh, I’m not sure”, he answers, pulling his wrist out of Steve’s grip and shoving his hand back into his pocket. “I can’t… I don’t really remember much of the last… the last few days”.

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blacknataliawidow asked: "What did you say?"

blacknataliawidow:

winters-ghost:

 

I said 
         ‘Leave me the fuck alone’.
   Do you need me to write it  d o w n ?

She wanted to die. With a ruined marriage nothing was good, and it seemed that she and James were close then, but how long would it be before they went back to hating each other? Right now, she needed him. She loved him, she never stopped loving him. 

So she tried to take in deep breaths, until she finally felt herself cool down. “James, I’m so sorry….I didn’t mean for this to happen, any of this. I didn’t know about the baby, I didn’t want them hurt.”

           ” I know, babe. I know. It’s
             not your fault. You would
             have protected them with
             all your life if you’d known.
             I know. “
Tears were still running down his
face, giving away the fact he
didn’t have as much control of
his emotions as he was trying to
pretend to.
           ” You’d be the best mother.
              You still will be…
               someday. “
He had no idea if it would be him
becoming a parent with her, but
at least they knew when she was
ready she could try again. And
maybe this time with someone who
didn’t harbor so much hatred…
Enough hatred to kill a baby.

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brooklynrooted:

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"—— Bucky.” The sudden semi-darkness is almost blinding; at first, all he sees is his friend and nothing else. “You okay?” He’s breathless and scared, scared till he can see the other is all right. “C’mon, let”s get out of here.”

" Steve ", he sighs with relief as he sees the familiar face in days. He doesn’t answer his question though, mostly because he doesn’t know the answer to it. He doesn’t feel okay, and he he’s pretty sure he doesn’t look it either. "Sorry", he mutters over and over again, avoiding all the things he should probably be saying instead.

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winters-ghost asked: [text] What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up?

captaxnamerica:

captaxnamerica:

{ iMessage: Buckaroo } Me beating your ass

{ iMessage: Buckaroo } You’re snippy today

{ iMessage: Buckaroo } I’ll be there in 10. 

[ Text: Punk ] i am not snippy
[ Text: Punk ] how am i snippy
[ Text: Punk ] dammit rogers
[ Text: Punk ] i wont open the door

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blacknataliawidow asked: "What did you say?"

blacknataliawidow:

winters-ghost:

 

I said 
         ‘Leave me the fuck alone’.
   Do you need me to write it  d o w n ?

She had been the one to walk out. She thought that their marriage wasn’t worth fighting for, and for a second gave up. Her moment of weakness had lost their child. 

That little innocent life, that had probably been created during their built up frustration…but she thought back to their anniversary night of three years. The one night that they actually showed love and care. That was the night their baby had been created, in just their hell of fights, there had been one time that had been the light. 

Why did an innocent life have to pay the cost of their bitterness. 

"James, don’t," she said, snuffing and shaking her head. But it wan’t her being strong…"Our baby….our baby…." She burst out into sobs all over again, wanting just to have James hold her, soothe her. And the thought of their baby being born popped into her head, the first time holding that little angel, and Nat felt sick. 

They both killed. Killed people good
and bad, but this? This felt so
much different. Their hands were
dripping with blood, but somehow
the blood of their unborn child
stood out the most.
There was nothing he’d like to do
more right now than run. To be
alone, to drown the thoughts in his
head, but that’s what had got them
to this place, wasn’t it?
           ” Come on, babe. You gotta keep
              breathing like I told ya,
              remember? You’re gunna hurt
              yourself if you don’t… and I
              need you. I need you here. “

brooklynrooted:

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He squints at his phone and breaks into a run as soon as he gets the location, one eye on the street and one on the map. Part of him is terrified of what he might find. He said there was nothing else, he tells himself, but somehow, he doesn’t really believe it.

He’s not sure how long it takes for Steve to get there, but it feels like hours. He’s cold, he’s tired, his head feels like it’s splitting in two… and he just wants to get out of here. He looks up when he hears someone running, already knowing that it’s him, but quickly drops his gaze back to the ground, a sense of shame running through him.

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brooklynrooted:

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And the next hours pass in wound-up anxiety. The heat hits him in the face when he finally gets off the plane in Brownsville, and his fingers fumble for his phone. He’s not sure why he doesn’t just call.

[text: sassassin] here i am. where are you?

[ Text: Captain Spandex ] im in the stairwell of some building
[ Text: Captain Spandex ] give me a sec, i’ll send you where the gps tracks

He fumbles with his phone for awhile, trying to remember how to get to the map. He finds it eventually, but by the time he does his right hand is shaking and he can hardly read the screen. When was the last time he slept?

[ Text: Captain Spandex ] sending… location: 1246 East Cutler Street

brooklynrooted:

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[text: sassassin] alright
[text: sassassin] of course, i'm on my way. give me a couple hours

[ Text: Captain Spandex ] kay

That’s all he says, ‘kay’. He knows he should be saying a lot more, especially since he definitely won’t be able to once they’re face to face. But he doesn’t. Instead he just shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, hands covered in blood, but he can’t remember if it’s his blood or someone else’s.

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brooklynrooted:

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It takes him a while to be able to text back this time; about one and a half hours before he’s on his way to the airport, able to pull his phone out again. He frowns slightly at the last text.

[text: sassassin] do what?
[text: sassassin] is there something else i need to know?
[text: sassassin] i mean, i'm not interrogating you, but
[text: sassassin] am i walking into enemy territory, or something like that?

[ Text: Captain Spandex ] no
[ Text: Captain Spandex ] forget it
[ Text: Captain Spandex ] you’re just… you’re coming, right?

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