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Jul. 16th, 2020 09:19 am
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OOC:
Backtagging: Yes. Always.
Fourthwall: Let's discuss
Format: Prose is preferred but I’ll match formats

Physical contact:
Romance: Prefer slow burns. M/F or M/M
Smut: Sure
Injuries/death: Let's talk
Canon: MCU
Timeline: varies
Rule!63, original characters: Let’s talk and flesh out history first, but it’s not a dealbreaker

SHIPS

Faves: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark
Yes with buildup: All of them, I prefer a slow build given Bucky’s history
Hard No: Underage, HYDRA
Others: open to others not on the no list. If it fits, I ships.

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Torchwood.
The last place Bucky was looking to find answers was in Cardiff, of all damn places, but he had run out of options.

Seventy odd years ago he was a solider, a sniper in the 107th and he had everything a fella could want. A best friend, a damn good career and a unit he cared for. A mission in the mountains had gone wrong. They were ambushed and in a desperate attempt to save his friend, Bucky fell. He didn't tumble down the side of the mountain or crash into the ice, though. He was swallowed up by a burst of blue-white light and six months ago he dumped in the middle of New Mexico with an artificial left arm and no memory of what had happened to him or why he'd been flung so far into the future.

He called in what favors he could, talked to anyone who would listen, desperate for answers. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? The Howling Commandos were long gone. He had nothing left.

It was easy to strike the deal in the end. Work with Torchwood and try and find the answers. They dealt in the weird and unexplained and god knows Bucky had enough of that.
woundedwinter: (regret)
December 10, 1991.

It had been more than enough time for HYDRA to bring the Asset back out of the ice, wipe it's memory completely and perform the needed tests in order to confirm that it was still in working order. Screams echoed in the caverns in Sibera, but they were always ignored as the chair primed the weapon of HYDRA and the words sealed their control over him.

The weapon was ready to comply.
Eyes flicked over the mission data. A single vehicle bearing a critical cargo that must be returned to HYDRA. No witnesses were to survive.

The handlers dropped the Asset nearby, allowing him to melt into the shadows and begin to observe his target in upstate New York. If the name Stark rang familiar, the Asset gave no indication.

Six days. There were only six days to perform his task, kill the man involved and retrieve the cargo for the handlers.
woundedwinter: (shield)
Slow Burn with Maria Hill [personal profile] standardprocedure

Body Heat with Tony [personal profile] starkingenuity

AU - Winter Captian with [personal profile] bottleblond and [personal profile] starkingenuity

AU Captain Bucky with [personal profile] bottleblond

Soulmate with [personal profile] orderthrupain

Touch me with [personal profile] weekend_avenger

Howling Commandos Verse
Supernatural AU with [personal profile] bottleblond - Howling Commandos as literal wolves. Poor Steve has no idea.

A continuation of the Howling Commando verse

Reunion with Steve - Howling Commando verse
woundedwinter: (End of the line)
"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

Yeah. Because Bucky is going to go anywhere else while Steve slips back through time to return the stones. He doesn't expect Steve to come back. The punk has earned his respite, he's earned time away from the fight.

So as Bruce hammers at the controls, Bucky fully expects Steve to bypass the plan and make a life for himself.

.. even if it's a life without him.
He's earned it.

It's okay. He can harass Sam here and there and keep an eye on things. Steve's earned his break.

Waking up

Nov. 8th, 2018 09:16 am
woundedwinter: (Wary)
set here for Bucky to wake up.

When he begins the slow crawl to awareness, it's easy, the sedatives burning off as Gideon lowers the dosage. There's no pain. His injuries gone, the only thing lingering is the smell of smoke and blood still clinging to his clothes.

She's still here.
Bucky can sense it even before he opens his eyes, fingers twitching before groaning softly. The chair in medical.

Fuck. A weary noise as he opens his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. "What did I do?"

Did he hurt someone?
He knows he panicked, he can remember the flashes back to Siberia, but everything is still too muddled.

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