Mailbox for James Buchanan Barnes.

After the year they've had, a small celebration for Christmas seems somewhat called for; it's a nice way to take stock of all that's happened and appreciate that they saw it through 'til the bitter end. The group gathered is, by and large, a disparate one, brought together by circumstances more so than pre-existing alliances, but while the ( Read more... )

There was never going to be a debate.

A change in environment this drastic practically begged for immediate exploration; while they'd each been provided with a(n all too) convenient map by their increasingly creative wardens, Bucky didn't want to trust the information. He knows London, has spent enough time there in his youth to have a decent ( Read more... )

By necessity, Bucky isn't a heavy sleeper. There's no telling when he could be called away for some crisis (particularly with the rate that they seem to crop up around him), and being constantly aware of his immediate surroundings has served him well in both the past and present. It's a been a rare night these past couple of weeks that hasn't seen ( Read more... )

Patience is shot. Body's trembling from unspent adrenaline. The fighter in me's kicking myself that I let Batman go without much of a fight, but I've got people counting on me to play by certain standards, even if instinct would have had the two us dancing all night... If it is night ( Read more... )

It's been months since Bucky's pulled on this uniform for a purpose rather than the inevitable result of a restless night, but that's not the reason he finds himself uncomfortable under the weight of the flag. With yesterday's looped nightmare forever a burden on his mind, the alcohol not enough to dull the memories, regardless of how much he ( Read more... )

The last place Bucky wants to be right now is in public, but heading home isn't much of an option, either, not when he's likely to get cornered with a million questions; he's too raw for human consumption, wearied by the force of his fury he's working hard to contain, but Steve suggested they get a drink, and so here they are, Captain America and ( Read more... )

The first day had been dedicated to making sure the rides and the games and the food weren't about about to kill anyone, but by the second, Bucky's suspicion towards the unexpected carnival had waned enough that he could attempt to enjoy it while it lasted; the Island was by turns benevolent and sadistic, and in this action, it seemed like the ( Read more... )

He can't sleep. This isn't, in itself, that unusual. Hell, given the amount of time he and Jason actually spend in their house, it's a wonder they have one at all, their nights generally spent elsewhere (and in fairer company than each other). That Bucky's once again found himself sitting crouched in Natasha's window is little more than a bad habit ( Read more... )

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