I woke up my cat laughing at this
Imagine it was Steve who fell off the train and Bucky who crashed that plane into the ice. And Bucky wakes up in 2012 and reluctantly takes up Steve’s shield. He doesn’t want it (he doesn’t want any of it) but how can he not? It’s what Steve would have done. There’s no sense as to why Bucky’s alive and alone, but it won’t be for nothing. That’s why he crashed that plane in the Arctic, and it’s why he fights now.
After the events of The Avengers, he becomes known as the Winter Soldier, because of his unbelievable recovery from ice and his brutal, cold fighting style and demeanor. He still fights using Steve’s old shield though, and refuses to have it redesigned for him. He’s ferociously possessive of it, to the point that no one else dares even touch it (It’s all he’s got left).
In fact, Fury’s assassin is maybe the first person besides Bucky and a few misguided lab techs to hold it in his hand since Steve died. But Bucky feels no rage, meeting the assassin’s terrible eyes over the shield. Only a cold dread, a foreboding of something he’s not sure he wants to know. It only gets worse as the man hurls the shield back into Bucky’s body and disappears from the ledge, and later as Natasha tells him about the Captain and shows the ugly scar he gave her as the only proof of his existence.
Later at Fury’s bunker, after seeing the Captain’s face, he tries to recall and analyze every move, every gesture, every possible expression of self. There was no Steve; just a weapon. Right up until Bucky said his name, and then a panicked wounded animal. But that is something. He knows he can’t let them use Steve any longer to tear down the very ideals that Steve lived and died on (Except he’s alive, Steve is alive). And God help him, he can’t tear down Steve. But Steve knew him. Bucky’s sure of it, and Bucky’s sure that it has to be enough.
This trapped animal look was awful. That’s not the Winter Soldier. That’s the scared little kid he turns into when he’s confused and in pain. Because the Winter Soldier is a machine. But when the scrap of Bucky that’s still in there starts banging around, the machine goes fetal and he just reverts to this child like thing.
do you ever start your period and think
"well that explains a lot"
today there was a snowboard race at the resort i’m staying at and i’m a pretty decent snowboarder so i thought why not try right. so i wear all black just because it’s the only color i own and i ended up winning and when the announcer came over to me he said “dude! that was pretty awesome bro, what’s your name?” and i took my helmet off like in the movies and let my hair fall out and was like “caitlin” and everyone was liKE OOOOOOH
(this one really got away from me, haha oops. i have a few different versions of this headcanon but this one is the most developed so here u go. sorry for any unexpected feels at the end…)
imagine bucky going shopping by himself for the first time. he plans to just buy some clothes and other basic necessities (using a credit card that tony gave him), but instead he’s drawn to an electronics store. he ends up buying a small, simply-operated video camera, though he’s not really sure what he plans on doing with it.
with no real goal in mind, he starts recording random things, everyday activities. at first the rest of the avengers wonder what’s going on - though none of them have the heart to tell him to cut it out - but eventually it just becomes so commonplace that they accept it without question. bucky’s camera becomes as normal to them as his metal arm is.
he films him and steve walking down the street together - the shot is wobbly, as bucky is still figuring out how to use the camera, and he keeps getting distracted by interesting things that he can’t not get on film. the first time he watches it back he gets motion sickness from it, and vows to improve his filming techniques. (he really likes that one part where steve looks at him and smiles, though. he rewinds that part and watches it a few more times.)
Jacqueline Lichtenberg in Fic by Anne Jamison (via treizquatorz)
OMG, the next fanfic gathering or workshop or blog should totally be called The Irritated Oyster. I’m getting bunnies for the logo as I type.
sam hates his fucking life. all he wanted to do was get some exercise, ok, to go on a nice run in the cool morning light and then maybe get pancakes to reward himself. of course, he made the mistake of mentioning his plans to steve, who invited himself along, dragging bucky behind him and looking entirely too cheerful for a six am run
it starts out nice enough, the three of them jogging side-by-side, talking casually until sam’s breathing is heavy, sweat starting to run down his brow. that’s when he notices that steve and bucky aren’t even winded. in fact, he’s pretty sure bucky’s at least halfway asleep.
"alright superheroes, go on and run like the wind, or whatever it is you do. leave the old man to his nice leisurely pace and outrun me ten times over, go on, i know it’s killing you to hold back"
they both smile at him gratefully and take off, racing to see who’ll lap him first
"on your left," steve calls as he sprints past, followed immediately by an "on your right" from bucky as he keeps pace with steve
sam sighs but can’t keep the grin from his face