(Awwww, darling, bless you for this prompt! :3 I had to make it four paragraphs, because inspiration stole me for a bit! <33 You’re a sweetheart!! <333)
As the illuminated screen of Sam’s tracking pad displayed the designated coordinates of their own location and what they suspected to be Bucky’s, Steve’s golden brows crinkled in confusion, a series of additional blips and reverberations fusing into their current district of search. He shook the device slightly as he moved through the lush trees, unable to predict the reasons for its sudden interference, before his wide shoulders were shoved into a nearby truck, the bark leaving irritations against his spine as a metal forearm was pressed into his throat.
"Bucky…" he breathed in comprehension of the familiarly pale gaze making acquaintance with his own, the untrimmed beard that clung to his strong jaw and the wild locks of chestnut hair that fell into his face destroying the faraway memories of the clean-cut soldier he named his friend. He anticipated a strong strike into his cheek or a pierce of a blade to his throat, but instead, he was met with a softened blink of Bucky’s eyes.
"I was James Buchanan Barnes…" he began lowly, as if reciting the prose of a memorized historical biography, "…a prime member of an elite special unit of soldiers formed in World War II known as the Howling Commandos. I was assumed dead, but was found by HYDRA, and returned as… the Winter Soldier.” His lips were pressed into a tight line of agony and confusion at the currents of memories that coursed through his mind, the blockage of the serum to steal his past creating a wall between what was true and untrue. ”I can’t just go back to the way it was.”
Steve’s chest heaved from the adrenaline rush that had stolen his breath when slammed into the tree, his eyes littered with tears around their lashes as he registered the gravity of his friend’s words, and he confessed, “Neither of us can, Buck… neither of us can.”
Together, or not at all.
#see this isn’t a thought for bucky #i have always loved the fact that he’s ANGRY when he shouts it in ca1 #he’s legit pissed off at the mere idea of leaving without steve #it’s not like #nah man i bet you can jump it #or #i have an actual reason to believe it would be better if we were still together #or even #i am choosing to prioritize you because i love you #it’s so fundamental to him that it crosses out all the other concerns at the moment #it trumps torture and jealousy and shock and all the other stuff #and comes out furious #which is why it sticks past the amnesia and the programming later #it’s not about thought or choice #it’s something deeper than that #even at his darkest and worst he still feels it (ifeelbetterer)
And now its time for one last bow. Like all your other selves.
Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking Twelve's.
"he acts with his eyes"
#ok i agree a 100% with that #in all roles he’s played he does so much with expressions #especially his eyes #but in TWS he wore a mask for half the movie so he had to develop a whole new acting style #he had to use body language #and he did such a great job i’m so proud of him ok
the price of freedom: the first avenger vs the winter soldier