Blunt little instrument

[memeboogeyman]

NOT JUST A WEAPON You don't have delusions of grandeur. You've never been more than a pawn, a tool to be used by others. A hammer to wield, worth only the power to destroy and not much else. That was the reality you knew, at least, until this person looked at you and you alone. Not your usefulness, only you. They were the first to treat you like you weren't below everyone, like you belong - maybe by their side? Maybe that's a place where it's worth fighting to stay. This meme was mostly made with shipping in mind, but you can do gen if you want idk it's your life. Just be clear with what you want. Comment. Prefs. You know the deal. Thread.

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Bobbi Morse • Agents of SHIELD/MCU

[agent_19]

[AU Bobbi for this. Captured by HYDRA and conditioned into a weapon as punishment for infiltrating their organization after the fall of SHIELD. For gen option, open to everyone. For shipping, either Clint or Mack pls.]

Sherlock Holmes | BBC Sherlock | m/m

[desecrated]

[[ooc: maybe semi-AU, where Sherlock is a tool for MI-6. Shipping with Victor Trevor or John Watson, gen is totally fine as well.]]

Heine Rammsteiner | DOGs: Bullets & Carnage | OTA

[blitzkriegspitz]

[Down for any/everything.]

Natasha Romanoff | Marvel 616 | ota

[susceptibilities]

[ open to anything. ]

Hydra!Steve l Marvel l OTA

[sacrificeyourfreedom]

[shipping can happen with anyone, but possibility of it depends on the set up of the interaction.]

[tiltheend]

(Want a Bucky?)

[sacrificeyourfreedom]

[tumblr meme voice: I'm always a slut for Bucky's!]

[tiltheend]

( \o/ where does he fit in hydra!steve's universe?)

[sacrificeyourfreedom]

[that's up to you really, I don't specify what happened to Bucky, to keep things open for people. We could do Bucky as the one who gets found in modern times, and becomes the new Captain America, follow the plot of WS basically. Or we could try out having them both be Assets, Winter Soldier and Winter Captain, two weapons learning to be human together. I'm good with anything.]

[tiltheend]

(oooh two assets. me gusta. i'll leave it for you to start. i can go with anything.)

just in case it's not clear, Nat's masked up to look like Peggy for the final battle

[sacrificeyourfreedom]

Lost. He'd never been so lost. His thoughts turning and twisting and he can't find his way back into anything that he knows. Words shouted at him by a woman with dark brown hair, a British accent that curls in his mind and drives the thoughts of missions out. Steve, she called him, and he knew her, knew the way she walked and fought and shot at him.

She'd told him to put his weapons down, let her finish ruining what Hydra was building, told the soldier to do the same. Already bleeding, already bruised and tired for the fight her the man with the wings, he'd slipped, and the helicarrier shuddered beneath him, and he'd fallen, fallen, fallen, reaching out for the hand of the Soldier, fingers slipping free.

He is lost before the water swallows him.

He wakes up with a gasp, and he's lost where he is, where he's been brought to. For a moment, the face of the woman hovers above him, brown haired with neat curls and lipstick that doesn't smudge, and then she's gone, and it's just the space he doesn't know, and his own desperate breathing.

/thumbs up

[tiltheend]

There were too many questions and not enough answers to pair with them, on top of the big red flag of failure sitting heavy on his back. He's seated on the ground, dirt mixed with rocks and sand from the close shoreline. Eyes are carefully fixed on the other that wakes up and he presses himself farther back against the tree as if relieved.

"You're awake." Talking isn't something he does often. After everything that's happened though, he feels it's time to tap into his voice. "Can you move? We need to get out of the area."

Because he'd already did his best to drag them and their water-logged selves beneath the tree cover.

Re: /thumbs up

[sacrificeyourfreedom]

The air smells of burning metal. He turns his head, feeling the dirt beneath his head, rolling with it until his eyes find the other asset. Familiar. The woman had called him soldat and the handler called him Soldier, and they had been the same word but the Captain had heard them with very different voices. Different voices, different names, and what did that mean for him, when both of them called him Captain?

He lifts himself onto his elbows, and then into a sitting position, mirroring the pose of the Soldier.

"We can not go back."

Was there a back to go to, when he could see see the smoke across the river? The woman had said they'd been made to forget, forget things together.

Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA

[tiltheend]