Tag: bucky barnes

weinersoldier:

get a load of this non-standard sidearm configuration – two small-capacity derringer pistols, both strapped at the winter soldier’s (most likely) dominant side:

  • top is a COP .357 Derringer pistol, chambered for four .357 Magnum cartridges – it’s a heavy, huge size for a Derringer, but it’s a solid choice for a defensive weapon, often chosen as a back-up piece for law enforcement because of its powerful cartridge
  • bottom looks to be an Intratec TEC-38 two-shot polymer-framed pistol, housing .38 Special cartridges – guns this size, this small of a capacity, don’t serve much purpose in distance or combat.  they’re meant for close-range (contact-range/point-blank) defensive use, or as a last resort.

given this set-up, these two weapons are the winter soldier’s penultimate and final outs.  the COP .357 can get off four shots, enough to take out four attackers if he’s not already disabled or trapped, but he doesn’t appear to be packing anything to reload and both these weapons are a different caliber than his other sidearms.

that 2-shot pistol, that’s the Winter Soldier’s cyanide capsule.  that’s his way out – one .38 to the hollow of his jaw is his nuclear option, the one that he probably doesn’t even know is there, the one that’s simmering just below the surface of the mission that’s forced into his mind.

the winter soldier doesn’t lose; but if he did, if he could, if he was – 

all assets are disposable.

fallingloki:

guardedlogic:

So, I finally managed to read Bucky’s biography as presented at the Captain America Smithsonian exhibit.

And yes, the “Captured by Hydra, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, depravation and torture“ part certainly got to me, but what really caught my interest was: ”An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom”.

Bucky wasn’t all looks and brawn, he was also a good student. He basically had it all, was probably the most popular guy at school, and still chose small sickly Steve Rogers as his best friend. 

#because steve rogers also chose him

#no one can tell me that he doesn’t enjoy or relish the mission – not so much the killing part which is the end goal – but the overall proces  #the stalking; the finding; the honing; the strategy; calculating his trajectories and picking his weapons and following and executing  #the orders to an t; and GIVING orders himself to the men who’d put a bullet in his brain if he so much as twitched  #out of protocol; being able to give orders in the first place and being able to decide what gets done next  #there’s a level of autonomy he gets running a mission than he gets anywhere else; and it’s only on a mission  #that it looks like he really knows what’s going on – every other time he’s a child waiting for a hiding  #the winter soldier is not a spy and the winter soldier is not an undercover agent; the winter soldier isn’t an AGENT as in  #he has no agency; he probably doesn’t know how to keep himself alive for an extended amount of time without an extraction team  #he’s a gun that you just point and shoot; but he’s still a person under that and even if he doesn’t understand it –  #he’d relish the agency. he’d relish the momentary freedom he gets no matter how meaningless and small it is

petite-madame:

Le futur nous attend

3300 ~ mots, Gen, (petits sous-entendus légers comme une brise de printemps, Étienne/Clem)
Résumé : La dernière soirée de Jacques Clem Lagrange, à la veille de son départ pour Londres et de son engagement dans les Forces Françaises Libres.
Note de l’auteur : Et si Steve Rogers, le fameux ‘Captain America’ était français, habitait Paris et se nommait Étienne Roger? Tout est parti de ce post complètement ridicule _mais au fond pas tant que ça _qui donna naissance à Étienne Roger, Jacques Clemenceau Lagrange et au « Capitaine France ». Une fic un peu triste et nostalgique en dépit d’un postulat de départ qui lui, ne l’était pas du tout.
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Paris – Novembre 1940

Étienne attendait emmitouflé dans une grosse écharpe à la sortie du métro Iéna, trépignant dans le froid. Clem allait arriver d’un instant à l’autre et l’embarquer une fois encore à l’autre bout de la capitale dans une folle soirée dont lui seul avait le secret. L’idée aurait pu sembler relativement séduisante à n’importe quel autre moment mais pas aujourd’hui, Étienne ayant espéré quelque chose de plus intimiste pour ce qui allait être sans nul doute sa dernière soirée avec son meilleur ami.

Dernière soirée.

Étienne n’aimait pas le son de cette expression. Il y avait quelque chose de définitif dans ces mots, trop définitif. « Dernière soirée à Paris » ou « Dernière soirée – tout court », cela dépendait si on décidait de voir le verre à moitié vide ou à moitié plein. Même avec tout l’optimisme du monde, cependant, Étienne savait ce qu’il advenait de ceux qui passaient de l’autre côté, ceux qui partaient se battre avec les Forces Françaises Libres. Il avait entendu parler de tous ces hommes tombés au combat, restés fidèles au Général, tous ces gamins qui ne reviendraient jamais, alors cette dernière soirée il aurait aimé un peu égoïstement la passer seul avec Clem, dans leur chambre de bonne miteuse à gribouiller tranquillement pendant que son ami d’enfance referait le monde, un verre de pinot bon marché à la main. Mais non, Clem en avait décidé autrement et lui avait donné rendez-vous à sept heures moins le quart précise avec l’assurance d’une « sortie fabuleuse en très charmante compagnie ».

Où donc allait-il trimballer Étienne cette fois-ci ? (cliquez ici pour la suite)

littlesmartart:

littlesmartart:

Imagine a lazy Saturday afternoon where there are no explosions or pranks or flashbacks or nightmares. Everyone’s in the living room, lazing about and listening to 40s big band music. Steve falls asleep with his head in Bucky’s lap. Natasha reads a book while Clint gives her a foot rub. Tony plays Bejeweled on Zen mode with the sound off, Bruce just closes his eyes and relaxes a bit. Thor sits and enjoys the music. Sam takes a nap. Everything’s quiet and simple and lovely and calm.

from @imaginebucky

dad and i watch captain america: the winter soldier

dad: oh god it’s starting shut up i’ve been waiting for this for months
(movie starts)
dad: THESE ARE THE BICEPS OF FREEDOM
dad: i don’t know what’s happening but the french guy fighting cap looks like french macklemore
me: how do you even know who macklemore is?
dad: i’m hip. i’m cool
me: don’t you do it
dad: i’m gonna pop some tags, only got 20 baguettes in my pocket
(five minutes later)
dad: is that the Falcon? that’s totally the Falcon
me: how do you know?
dad: i used to read the comic books trust me on this i’m an expert. his superpower was that he could talk to birds
me: birds?
dad: i mean in hindsight it probably wasn’t the most useful thing ever

dad: if this winter soldier is supposedly a ghost in the machine that nobody’s ever seen, and nobody will ever catch, you would think showing up in broad daylight and blowing up cars would not be his modus operandi

dad: how the heck did he laser through concrete??
me: idk dad it’s nick fury he can probably do whatever he wants

dad: i’m sorry attractive nurse who just so happens to live next door, my heart belongs to a seventy year russian dude with a bionic arm
me: what
dad:

dad: nick fury isn’t dead. justice never dies. he probably has a billion clones in some top secret storage facility, just waiting for their organ harvest.
me: ew dad gross no

dad: i really relate to that apple store employee
me: we all do dad

dad: oh that’s that guy from the first movie! i remember him! he was my favorite, his eyes were so blue, and he loved steve so much. i wanted them to get together
me: dad good god
dad: he was a little less marilyn manson at that point though
dad: not that guyliner isn’t a good look for this guy
dad: when a deadly russian assassin wears eyeliner, it’s ‘he’s so dreamy’ and ‘wow what a badass’
dad: but when i do it it’s ‘you’re too old’ and ‘bald guys can’t pull off make-up’
me: dad it was halloween and it was one time you need to let this go

dad: so bucky barnes, aka cute cocky guy who died in the first movie, aka steve roger’s best friend/boyfriend, is a top secret super scary brainwashed hydra agent?
me: mmm-hm
dad: called it

dad: do you think single handedly destroying jets is just a common, everyday thing for cap? punch a few tanks, feed a few pigeons, take out a plane, help old ladies cross the street…

dad: captain america is like your grandad minus the booze and the cussing

dad: in all honesty that was a little anti-climactic
dad: i was 100% sure nick fury was gonna descend majestically from the heavens, ‘All I do is Win’ blaring in the background, and single-handedly save everyone’s ass

dad: scarjo and chris evans are two of the most beautiful people in the world and they are both in this movie and i don’t know how to feel about it i have butterflies in my stomach i’m a schoolboy again
me: you know on second thought we should have brought mom

dad: where’s hawkeye? where’s bruce? where’s tony? where’s thor? WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER AVENGERS AS THE ENTIRETY OF SHIELD IS COMPROMISED AND NICK FURY DIES
me: maybe they figured steve could handle it
dad: maybe they’re all lazy assholes