Brooklyn, Brooklyn Take Me In
(At last) A mix to accompany my latest Steve/Bucky fic [which is here].
01. I and Love and You - The Avett Brothers, 02. Oblivion - Bastille, 03. Waltz for the Faithless - Peter Bradley Adams, 04. Signal Fire - Snow Patrol, 05. Stealing Tomorrow - Great Lake Swimmers, 06. I’m In Here - Sia, 07. Medicine - Daughter, 08. I Know You Care - Ellie Goulding, 09. Start of Time - Gabrielle Aplin, 10. I Need You - M83
46% Marvel, 32% Supernatural, 22% other things.
Molly, 21, Supernatural, Marvel, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Dean Winchester, Castiel. Ships galore.
I'm basically a real-life female version of Steve Rogers.
I'm learning how to be a human being again. It's hard.
New things: emotions??
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Bucky isn’t sleeping.
He lies awake at night, arms at his sides and body stretched cold across his side of the mattress, but his eyes stay fixed open, locked on the lights that play intermittently off of the ceiling. Steve knows it isn’t an effect of the serum: the only medical evaluation they’d been able to get Bucky into, still unconscious and strapped to a gurney, had shown the version of Erskine’s formula running through his body was bastardized, painful, different from the original. Not as strong, and even Steve needed his own five hours. He says nothing the first two nights, not wanting to tread into unwanted territory; the third night, Bucky’s breathing stops for a moment too long and Steve shoots up, looking at his purpled eyes in the barely-there light of the street.
“You need to sleep, Buck. This is killing you.”
Bucky shakes his head, pushes himself upright with visible effort. “Can’t—can’t sleep. It compromises the mission. I’ll be put—when I’ve satisfied the envoy I’ll be decommissioned. Sleep.”
Steve looks him and, for a moment, has no idea what to do. “There is no mission, Bucky.” He reaches out a careful hand, palm-up. Bucky eyes it warily, but doesn’t move. “It’s 2014. You’re in Brooklyn. You stay with me.”
Bucky swallows. “You’re not real.” His eyes are wide and glassy, breath coming in hiccuping gasps. “You’re dead. They—they told me… I saw the papers—”
Steve tries to think of Sam’s advice, but everything he can come up with is garbled, nerves and fear wracking his brain. He’s walking a razor’s edge of panic, unsure and unqualified to do anything but carefully touch Bucky’s flesh and bone shoulder, hoping contact will bring him down. Instead he jolts, pushing himself to the end of the bed.
“They showed me the paper. They said you were dead.”
“I was gone, Buck. I was gone a long time. But I’m here now. We’re in New York. You’re safe. I need you to believe me, even if it doesn’t seem like it now.”
Bucky shakes his head, looking around the dark room like he’s just noticing his surroundings. “I don’t…this can’t—this isn’t real. You’re not real. They wouldn’t—I’ve tried, they find me. They always find me. If this was real they’d.” He brings his knees to his chest, covers his face with his hands. “Fuck. Steve, Steve…I miss you so much.”
It hits him like a sucker punch, the helpless fear in Bucky’s voice and not being able to do anything to fix it. Steve brings his own hands up and pulls Bucky’s hands away from his face, careful, watching the prosthesis for sudden, violent movements. When Bucky complies, Steve squeezes scarred fingers; he gets a desperate gasp of breath in return, but his hands squeeze back.
“I’m right here, Buck.”
Recognition sparks in Bucky’s eyes, and he swears, pulling away from Steve and back against the foot board. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Steve what the hell were you doing?”
There’s a shock down Steve’s spine when he realizes Bucky has no memory of what just happened; he tenses his jaw and stays as calm as he can. “Bucky, what’s going on, here? You haven’t slept in almost a week.” He sits down on the edge of the mattress, reaches out to Brush Bucky’s hair behind his ear. His skin is cold and clammy and he shivers when he’s touched. “If you’re having nightmares—”
Bucky grits his teeth. “I don’t sleep.” His eyes are glassy in the watery light filtering in through the curtains. He curls his arms around himself, protective.
Steve frowns. ”Okay. Okay. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do. Just stay with me a while longer, alright?” Because Steve knows the rest of this, and it ends with Bucky beating his own knuckles bloody against the punching bag downstairs. He’s gone through four, in the week and a half he’s been in the tower, and it’s not quite Steve’s record, but it’s too many, already.
Bucky’s eyes dart, looking Steve up and down, but he lets himself be handled, pulled down against Steve’s chest and back under the covers. He’s deathly quiet, muscles tense but Steve rubs flat palms across his spine anyway, kisses the top of his head and hums nonsense, a song even he only half-remembers, lilting through a window that wouldn’t close on humid days.
Despite Bucky’s assertions, Steve does eventually feel his breathing go steady, warm against his neck, the rubbery shudder of held-in tears giving way to fitful sleep.
He runs his palm along Bucky’s back and watches the sun come up through the curtains.
this hurts me
is that carlos
Yes it is.
and I would walk 500 dogs and I would walk 500 more
where is that daniel radcliffe pic with the dogs
★ TRAILER HEART: MARVEL EDITION | requested by absolutely no one, this is a mix made up of orchestral tunes nabbed straight from the trailers of some of your favorite marvel movies. some you’ll recognize, some you won’t. some are from tv spots or special trailer versions, but all have one thing in common: they’re awesome. listen and enjoy these songs that got you pumped for your favorite movies before they hit the big screen.
* Starts with Iron Man 2 because the first Iron Man movie didn’t use orchestral songs in their trailers. Sadface, I know.
[ 8tracks ]
You asked about the Avengers. Y’ wanna know the best part of being an Avenger?
find something, and kill it. With an axe. Hack the life out of it with the axe. That is the life hack. I am done.
Perhaps you’re the one that’s mad.
Sebastian Stan feat. reactions to Bucky being called evil/a villain
this is it. this is the most important gif on tumblr.com
no okay but let me tell you a story
so at school I’m generally a pretty quiet person. I talk to a few people, I have a few friends, but I keep to myself a lot. So anyway, during lunch I’m on tumblr mobile, and this thing comes up. I put the gif onto full screen, and kind of half laugh at it. Then this guy who I have literally never talked to before walks by and then slowly back up and starts looking at my phone screen. I try to explain what I’m looking at, but really, how the hell do you explain this? Anyway, he waves over one of his friends so his friend comes over and looks at it. I’m still sitting in my chair, and we are all still completely silent. Soon more people begin to gather. 12 people, to be exact. 12 people, many of which I have never spoken to before, standing in a large, silent, ritual-esque circle around my iphone which is playing this gif on loop. After about five minutes, the first guy goes “how long is this?” and I was like “uh, its, um, its a gif, so it kind of goes on forever.” he nods and says “perfect”. These were the only words spoken throughout this whole event.