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Deviation Spotlight
- Mar 10
- Deviant for 9 years
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retention;
- definition; the continued possession, use, or control of something
- synonyms; confinement, detainment, holding, detention
- antonyms; liberation, freedom
name;
age; 90, biologically 28 sex: male s.o; bisexual
birth; March 10th status; single, physically healthy
Post-Winter Soldier
Set well after the events of the Winter Soldier, where Bucky has regained all his memories, though is still prone to the occasional outburst. Though he was on the run and waiting to be found, (though he truly didn't want to be, didn't want to have to face the reality of what he'd done, didn't want to delve back into the long nights, the freezing days, where everything was cold cold c o l d), eventually he was relocated, taken into custody and began the stressing process of figuring out who James Buchanan Barnes was. {So much pain, truth and regret and Steve, why did Steve stay,
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[ oh dear it's Bucky XD ]
😏 the buckinator }
[ yus XD but must rp ]
sure !! wanna send a starter or look at my journals? }
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PlagueRat: Here, have some action~ *tosses you the rp version of a live grenade and books it out of there*
"Hey, Barnes, could I ask you for a little favour?" Clint questioned the comm in his ear, barely sounding breathless despite the fact that he was currently flat out sprinting away from a group of really gross looking alien-things. "Considering you're the only one within range, and I'm all out of arrows, I don't suppose you could be my knight in shining armor for a sec?" Rounding a corner and nearly smacking right into another one of the enemy aliens, he barely managed to dodge out of the way of a shot from one of their weird ass guns. "Right fucking now would be good, perfect really," Clint added, sounding much more breathless as he proceeded to parkour over some nearby rubble so fast he looked like he was barely touching the ground.
"Hey, Barnes, could I ask you for a little favour?" Clint questioned the comm in his ear, barely sounding breathless despite the fact that he was currently flat out sprinting away from a group of really gross looking alien-things. "Considering you're the only one within range, and I'm all out of arrows, I don't suppose you could be my knight in shining armor for a sec?" Rounding a corner and nearly smacking right into another one of the enemy aliens, he barely managed to dodge out of the way of a shot from one of their weird ass guns. "Right fucking now would be good, perfect really," Clint added, sounding much more breathless as he proceeded to parkour over some nearby rubble so fast he looked like he was barely touching the ground.
{ NEAT }
Bucky hummed a response into the comms, expertly shooting down yet another alien, successfully keeping it from taking out Steve. Wondering where on earth the either sniper had gotten too, he wasn't too surprised to hear Clint's quip. It didn't take long to scale the edge of the building and slip out onto the roof top, Clint's position locked. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, leaping and weaving over the rooftops to slip down over an awning and come to a crouch as Clint rounded the corner. "Don't see any princesses nearby. Only some ugly mugs. Tough to see what I'm meant to be shooting, really." As he spoke, he lined up his sights and pulled the trigger of his gun once, twice and then thrice. Wasn't exactly long-range but Tony had tinkered with it. One by one the aliens dropped down around Clint's retreating feet.
"Rude, Barnes," Clint responded immediately with mock indignation, as though he wasn't currently scaling the side of a building through sheer stubbornness without any equipment to catch him should he fall. "I'm hurt, really I am. Maybe you should get your eyes checked if you can't tell that the gorgeous one with a quiver on his back is the princess, and therefore the one not to be shot down." Though clearly Bucky had no need for a test on his eyesight, as was evidenced by the aliens dropping dead behind the archer, which was partly why he felt safe to make fun of it; one sniper to another. "I would be happy to wear a dress and some heels to make it easier for you, but I don't think I could pull the look off," he added teasingly as he finally reached the top of the building and scooped up one of the alien's guns that happened to have full charge, which he had noticed when he shot the bastard down--hence why he was running in this direction.