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As he left, I managed to hide my emotions again. I did what I’d been doing my entire life - I picked up my gun and disappeared into the night. The door was locked, the keys dropped down a drain in the street, despite a few clothes still left there. If he was…

I huddled my knees to my chest, fingers stiff and painful with the cold. I was visibly trembling, only wearing a thin tank top, skinny jeans and a jacket, with my head inclined down to shield my pale face somewhat from the wind.

I sat propped up on the bench, examining my side for infection. I had been prodded, poked and cut open again by HYDRA, just like a piece of scientific equipment. Part of the reason they had been so cruel to me today though, was because I disobeyed direct orders. I should’ve known better. I looked at the wound. It was still bleeding through whatever stitches they had attempted to put on, and I let out a yell of pain when I tried to put pressure on it. 

I heard the yell and was immediately on guard, seeing the figure on the bench opposite me. I shrunk against the tree, not able to make out who it was.

I suddenly felt vulnerable without my armor and backup. Anyone could attack me or kill me at any time, especially since I was wanted by SHIELD. I was not in a good position.  

I relaxed a tad, frowning slightly as I saw a glint of metal. The red in my hair picked up the light and made me difficult to miss, even in dim lighting.

I looked up, agony written across my face, and immediately recognized Natasha. I didn’t know whether to be relieved that she was alive, or upset that she wasn’t in a better hiding spot, but for the moment, I was just happy to see a familiar face. 

I stood wearily, approaching him with tentative steps. “Are you alright?” I murmured softly, concerned for him.

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As he left, I managed to hide my emotions again. I did what I’d been doing my entire life - I picked up my gun and disappeared into the night. The door was locked, the keys dropped down a drain in the street, despite a few clothes still left there. If he was…

I huddled my knees to my chest, fingers stiff and painful with the cold. I was visibly trembling, only wearing a thin tank top, skinny jeans and a jacket, with my head inclined down to shield my pale face somewhat from the wind.

I sat propped up on the bench, examining my side for infection. I had been prodded, poked and cut open again by HYDRA, just like a piece of scientific equipment. Part of the reason they had been so cruel to me today though, was because I disobeyed direct orders. I should’ve known better. I looked at the wound. It was still bleeding through whatever stitches they had attempted to put on, and I let out a yell of pain when I tried to put pressure on it. 

I heard the yell and was immediately on guard, seeing the figure on the bench opposite me. I shrunk against the tree, not able to make out who it was.

I suddenly felt vulnerable without my armor and backup. Anyone could attack me or kill me at any time, especially since I was wanted by SHIELD. I was not in a good position.  

I relaxed a tad, frowning slightly as I saw a glint of metal. The red in my hair picked up the light and made me difficult to miss, even in dim lighting.

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As he left, I managed to hide my emotions again. I did what I’d been doing my entire life - I picked up my gun and disappeared into the night. The door was locked, the keys dropped down a drain in the street, despite a few clothes still left there. If he was…

I huddled my knees to my chest, fingers stiff and painful with the cold. I was visibly trembling, only wearing a thin tank top, skinny jeans and a jacket, with my head inclined down to shield my pale face somewhat from the wind.

I sat propped up on the bench, examining my side for infection. I had been prodded, poked and cut open again by HYDRA, just like a piece of scientific equipment. Part of the reason they had been so cruel to me today though, was because I disobeyed direct orders. I should’ve known better. I looked at the wound. It was still bleeding through whatever stitches they had attempted to put on, and I let out a yell of pain when I tried to put pressure on it. 

I heard the yell and was immediately on guard, seeing the figure on the bench opposite me. I shrunk against the tree, not able to make out who it was.

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As he left, I managed to hide my emotions again. I did what I’d been doing my entire life - I picked up my gun and disappeared into the night. The door was locked, the keys dropped down a drain in the street, despite a few clothes still left there. If he was…

I huddled my knees to my chest, fingers stiff and painful with the cold. I was visibly trembling, only wearing a thin tank top, skinny jeans and a jacket, with my head inclined down to shield my pale face somewhat from the wind.

Journal Entry Eight

As he left, I managed to hide my emotions again. I did what I’d been doing my entire life - I picked up my gun and disappeared into the night. The door was locked, the keys dropped down a drain in the street, despite a few clothes still left there. If he was telling the truth, I couldn’t afford to waste time.

I sat against a tree in a park, somewhere in New York, I wasn’t exactly paying attention to where. All I knew was I was cold and missing Bucky already.

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My eyes fixed on Bucky’s, I edged back until I was pressed against the wall. The metal coating his arm caught my eye and I felt a cold chill of true fear trickle down my spine.

I locked eyes with Natasha. Pain and anger lit both of…

"I’m not going to hurt you!" I said to her, debating on whether or not to step forward and reach out. I was so conflicted and confused. 

[ooc: -whispers- huuggg]

I had to tilt my head up slightly to look at the man, seeing as he was taller than me. “I’m sorry…” I murmured, my voice accented softly.

((I’m getting there. (; ))

I stepped forward a bit, letting my emotions get the best of me. I felt bad for her. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pant pocket. I pulled it out and read the text quietly in my head, * It’s time. Kill the woman, and get started on your mission. * I immediately turned off the phone and slid in back in my pocket. The mission could wait. 

[;D] I kept my hazel eyes trained on his, telling myself silently that he wouldn’t hurt me. Usually I wouldn’t be worried by a lone hostile with a gun, but the flash back of the Red Room was so vivid…

As I approached Natasha, my eyes were fixed on hers. I knew she was scared, but I still came up to her cautiously. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I repeated, breaking the awkward silence. I knew she was in a fragile position, so I put my arms around her gently to give her a hug, “And I won’t let anyone else hurt you either.”  

[awhh]

As his arms wrapped around me, I felt strangely safe, it felt right. My arms gently wrapped around his torso, closing my eyes briefly and feeling tears spill down my pale cheeks.

She had hugged me back. That was not the response I had expected, but I was happy she felt safe now anyways. I kept my arms around her as she cried. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but I was just glad to be with her.

I was silent as tears tracked down my cheeks, “I’m sorry,” I repeated softly, looking up at him.

"For what?" I asked, confused . I could tell she was hurting both emotionally and physically, so I pulled her closer to me. 

"For telling SHIELD," I murmured in response, my words slightly muffled due to the fact my cheek rested lightly against his collarbone, as I was much shorter than him. He tightened his arms around me and I let him, craving human contact after years of none.

"Well they’d find out sooner or later anyways," I replied. I didn’t really care anymore about that, since my mission was to destroy SHIELD from the inside out.  

I looked up at him, worrying still that he was just using me. I tried to relax but I was tense and nervous, my back aching painfully.

My phone buzzed again in my pocket. I ignored it this time, but I came to the realization that HYDRA knew where I was still, and who I was with. I needed to leave, but yet I didn’t want to leave her to die. 

I could hear his phone vibrating quietly and I gently released him. “You need to go,” she stated softly, though it was obvious she didn’t want him to.

I felt her let go of me, and taking my arms off of her, I used my metallic hand to gently lift her chin up, so she was looking at me, “Not without knowing you’re leaving this place. They’re coming to kill you.” 

I looked up at him, the metal cold against my pale skin. “Where are you going to go?” I asked quietly, my green eyes meeting his.

"Back to where I came from," I replied as I shuddered. I needed to pick up some equipment from the base, and I knew without question, HYDRA would put me through some sort of interrogation or torture before I left for my mission. 

[could tasha not tell him that she has nowhere else to go and end up sleeping rough in some park and Bucky finds her and… Yeah cx]
I give a slow nod, picking my gun up from the floor and tucking it into it’s holster. Grabbing my jacket, I look up at him, a graze on my cheekbone prominent due to the loss of colour in my cheeks.

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Also, just throwing this out there to make people sad, but…
When he’s thawed out he’s laying down. He was frozen laying down. And the plane hit the water when he was in the pilot seat- we saw that.
Which means he wasn’t knocked out by the initial impact. And it doesn’t look like he drowned, either. He had time to see his expected death coming, after the impact, and lay himself down. My guess is some internal injuries from the crash, followed by freezing to death inside the plane.
So just go ahead an add a little scene in your head of Steve surviving the crash, but knowing that wet and isolated on a field of ice, in a plane that’s still sinking, nobody would get to him in time. But he knows he’s done his job. So he lays down, and closes his eyes, and maybe wonders if anyone will ever find his body, and bring it back to be buried by his mom and dad, since Bucky never was buried. But either way they’ll have a service for him, and that will be nice, and the priest will say the words and he’ll be at rest. And he feels bad, leaving his men, and he regrets everything he never told Peggy, and that he won’t be there for her now, but at least he did his part, right? He got the job done, and that’s what counts. If he dies alone, bleeding out and freezing, that’s all that Bucky got, to. So that’s all right.

I’m not crying. My eyes are just leaking.



I’m definitely crying

Not to make this post any sadder, but Steve’s parents were deceased before the movie began. So, if he’d had a funeral, the most likely attendees would have been Peggy, the remaining Howling Commandos and possibly Howard Stark.

And Tommy Lee Jones

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elly-hiddlesherloki:

zarhooie:

constant-instigator:

Also, just throwing this out there to make people sad, but…

When he’s thawed out he’s laying down. He was frozen laying down. And the plane hit the water when he was in the pilot seat- we saw that.

Which means he wasn’t knocked out by the initial impact. And it doesn’t look like he drowned, either. He had time to see his expected death coming, after the impact, and lay himself down. My guess is some internal injuries from the crash, followed by freezing to death inside the plane.

So just go ahead an add a little scene in your head of Steve surviving the crash, but knowing that wet and isolated on a field of ice, in a plane that’s still sinking, nobody would get to him in time. But he knows he’s done his job. So he lays down, and closes his eyes, and maybe wonders if anyone will ever find his body, and bring it back to be buried by his mom and dad, since Bucky never was buried. But either way they’ll have a service for him, and that will be nice, and the priest will say the words and he’ll be at rest. And he feels bad, leaving his men, and he regrets everything he never told Peggy, and that he won’t be there for her now, but at least he did his part, right? He got the job done, and that’s what counts. If he dies alone, bleeding out and freezing, that’s all that Bucky got, to. So that’s all right.

I’m not crying. My eyes are just leaking.

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I’m definitely crying

Not to make this post any sadder, but Steve’s parents were deceased before the movie began. So, if he’d had a funeral, the most likely attendees would have been Peggy, the remaining Howling Commandos and possibly Howard Stark.

And Tommy Lee Jones

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My eyes fixed on Bucky’s, I edged back until I was pressed against the wall. The metal coating his arm caught my eye and I felt a cold chill of true fear trickle down my spine.

I locked eyes with Natasha. Pain and anger lit both of…

"I’m not going to hurt you!" I said to her, debating on whether or not to step forward and reach out. I was so conflicted and confused. 

[ooc: -whispers- huuggg]

I had to tilt my head up slightly to look at the man, seeing as he was taller than me. “I’m sorry…” I murmured, my voice accented softly.

((I’m getting there. (; ))

I stepped forward a bit, letting my emotions get the best of me. I felt bad for her. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pant pocket. I pulled it out and read the text quietly in my head, * It’s time. Kill the woman, and get started on your mission. * I immediately turned off the phone and slid in back in my pocket. The mission could wait. 

[;D] I kept my hazel eyes trained on his, telling myself silently that he wouldn’t hurt me. Usually I wouldn’t be worried by a lone hostile with a gun, but the flash back of the Red Room was so vivid…

As I approached Natasha, my eyes were fixed on hers. I knew she was scared, but I still came up to her cautiously. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I repeated, breaking the awkward silence. I knew she was in a fragile position, so I put my arms around her gently to give her a hug, “And I won’t let anyone else hurt you either.”  

[awhh]

As his arms wrapped around me, I felt strangely safe, it felt right. My arms gently wrapped around his torso, closing my eyes briefly and feeling tears spill down my pale cheeks.

She had hugged me back. That was not the response I had expected, but I was happy she felt safe now anyways. I kept my arms around her as she cried. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but I was just glad to be with her.

I was silent as tears tracked down my cheeks, “I’m sorry,” I repeated softly, looking up at him.

"For what?" I asked, confused . I could tell she was hurting both emotionally and physically, so I pulled her closer to me. 

"For telling SHIELD," I murmured in response, my words slightly muffled due to the fact my cheek rested lightly against his collarbone, as I was much shorter than him. He tightened his arms around me and I let him, craving human contact after years of none.

"Well they’d find out sooner or later anyways," I replied. I didn’t really care anymore about that, since my mission was to destroy SHIELD from the inside out.  

I looked up at him, worrying still that he was just using me. I tried to relax but I was tense and nervous, my back aching painfully.

My phone buzzed again in my pocket. I ignored it this time, but I came to the realization that HYDRA knew where I was still, and who I was with. I needed to leave, but yet I didn’t want to leave her to die. 

I could hear his phone vibrating quietly and I gently released him. “You need to go,” she stated softly, though it was obvious she didn’t want him to.

I felt her let go of me, and taking my arms off of her, I used my metallic hand to gently lift her chin up, so she was looking at me, “Not without knowing you’re leaving this place. They’re coming to kill you.” 

I looked up at him, the metal cold against my pale skin. “Where are you going to go?” I asked quietly, my green eyes meeting his.