You're a strong person, perhaps physically, perhaps mentally, perhaps both. You're brave. A steel rod of a backbone means you face your enemies with little hesitation, doing the job no one else wants to do. That kind of intestinal fortitude is commendable. You have a purpose. You have a mission. There is something about you that people want.
And you have a weakness.
Maybe nobody knows it or maybe everyone knows it, but your weakness is the person you're in love with. Yes, in love. Someone like you can be in love, whether you've admitted it to yourself or not...or to them. More than anything, you want to be with them and keep them safe from harm. Sometimes, you just can't. It's more dangerous around you than with you.
Whether you're together or not, you should hope that no one with an axe to grind with you knows that this person is your blind spot...
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character, preferences, whether you're open to smut or no, etc.
- Be sure to mention if you'd prefer to play the one with the weakness or the "weak spot."
- Reply to others.
- Use the RNG or not.
PROMPTS
ship
- First Meeting: You've never met a person who's caught your interest quite like this; you may not know how to respond to these unique feelings.
- With Them Before It Happened: They came first. The situation that drove you to your "destiny" occurred later. You can't just throw away that old life.
- Unexpected Savior: You were down and out. They found you and nursed them back to health. You feel indebted to them..and more.
- Normalcy is Abnormal: You would never take things like dinner, picnics, dancing, or the movies for granted. Some people can't have that, after all.
- Missed Date: Of course, you have to bail out on dates occasionally. Duty calls.
- Shown Love: Who could ever care for someone like you? They can. They show you selfless affection
- Bad Apple: You’re rotten through and through - except for your genuine love for them.
- Light of My Life: Everything in this world seems terrible except for them, you’re beautiful, shining light. For them, you can live.
- Something There: Before, you were cruel to them, or they to you, yet now both of you see past that blustery beast (even if one of you was, say, a prisoner);
- Keepings Tabs: You have to know that your most important person is safe, or else you just can’t think straight.
- Stay Away: For their own protection, they have to keep away from a dangerous person like you. So no matter if you love them of they love you, you have to break up with them for their safety.
- Happened Before: The person you loved before got hurt because of you and you swore you would never love again. Still, you’re feeling that way once more, letting those walls down, and the old patterns are repeating themselves over and over.
- Important: You’re a king, a lord, a president, a top assassin. People would love to get close to you - or take you out - if they could find the right path in.
- Bodyguard: Your mission is the one you love (though you didn’t start out loving them), and the one thing keeping you from keeping them perfectly safe is also them.
- Berserk Button: From minor slight to major injury, no one hurts your lover without retribution.
- Left in the Dark: They don’t know what kind of life you truly lead. How long can you keep that double life a secret?
- Became This for Them: What you are now is all out of your adoration for them. You’ll do anything to keep them safe, even if it means becoming a monster.
- Not Accepted: You’ve finally revealed what you are in all actuality to them and the reaction was not positive. They’re repulsed by you or by what you’ve done.
- Dynamic Duo: They’ve accepted everything about you, including your mission. In fact, they want to help you fulfill your purpose.
- Family: You two have started a family together, so there's even more to lose.
- Blackmail: Some sinister somebody is holding the happiness, safety, or wellbeing of your loved one above your head to make you serve them.
- Hate Me: It’s not enough to leave them. You have to ensure their safety by making them despise you and never search you out.
- Destroy: You know that they could be your undoing, so you'll take them out yourself. You refuse to be weak.
- Kidnapped: Your weakness has been spotted and picked at, quite literally. Now, the person you care for is in the clutches of someone who wants nothing more than to see you destroyed.
- Bad End:
Is it in bad taste to want to name this prompt after a certain comic book character? The worst of your fears has come to past. Your beloved is dying in your arms because of their relationship with you and you weren't able to save them in time. - Placed in Your Life: The one you thought you loved and trusted was only a mole all along. They were placed in order to get you to make certain decisions and never really cared for you.
- Happy Ending: You've made it to a safe enough place in your life for you and your love to be stable and settle down.
smut
- Reluctant: You don't want to hurt your partner during intimacy, which is a distinct possibility.
- Solace: There's only one place where you find comfort about what your true nature is, and that's in their arms.
- Manipulation: There's one way to worm into your heart and onto your good side; they know it, and they can make you squirm. That's not always a good thing.
|
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
moosejuice) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2016-08-03 09:26 am
Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA
Re: Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA
no subject
no subject
[ No one knows she's there. That's the point, but isn't it always? The cameras in the lab are completely disabled, on a continuous feed-back loop because nothing happens there, so it's easy to not notice the continuation of nothing happening. The cryochamber contains a frozen, broken version of Bucky—the before and after of the Winter Soldier. When Steve relayed the information to Natasha—about where he was, and T'Challa's warning of Let them try., he should have known that she'd go, even if only for the challenge of getting into where she wasn't supposed to. But she's not there on a saintly mission. Most people don't know her history—not all of it. They know she was one of the Black Widow agents, but not about how they were trained, not about who had been part of it. She knows that history though and she stands leaning against the wall, watching him sleep in stasis.
Time changes a lot, especially when there are decades that pass between encounters. There was a reason she'd told Loki (sincerely) that love was for children. Because she wasn't that child anymore, but she has been before. Even while she was being turned into a weapon back in the '40s. Even if he hadn't been in his right mind at the time—it doesn't matter that it wasn't his fault. It matters because that had broken her more than anything the KGB or HYDRA could have ever done. To his credit, it probably saved her on more than a few occasions to know how to be that heartless. How to condition, how to coerce, and how to stab them in the back when they never saw it coming. So maybe this is revenge. Maybe it isn't. She's told herself that it is, because now he's weak. The man before the Winter Soldier had a heart, and now that heart was riddled with the shrapnel of what he'd done and his memories are ragged and missing in places—and he's also mostly down an arm, because if you're counting weaknesses, losing a dominant weapon was a big one.
Steve has disappeared, and it sets the perfect opportunity. That's why she's here, counting her own heartbeats as she forces that part of her closed. This is business, and it's opportunity. She's not getting caught up in this again—or in him. The chamber makes a pop and a hiss when she depressurizes it. It sets off an alarm. Of course it does she mentally sighs, but in the next second has worked herself into a faux-panic as she starts shaking him awake, trying to break him out of the icy stasis. ]
James, [ because that was what she'd called him then. ] Wake up, we have to go, Steve is missing. [ and that's because it's true, but also because she knows what he does remember involves Steve, and that it's his best friend. She can manipulate the rest of it into place.
She can also hear people coming, and she doesn't particularly want to shoot her way out of here. ]
no subject
[ It takes a few minutes to regain consciousness, the shaking did little to help but he slowly opens his eyes to the unfocused image of Natasha. Something didn’t seem right, an alarm is blaring and she’s appears to be in some sort of panic. He barely catches ‘Steve is missing’ but it’s enough to bring him into focus.] Natasha? ... What’s … going on? [There's a pause as he swallows, throat dry as he continues.] What do you mean he’s missing?
[His hand fumbles with taking off the strap that his holding him in the cryo tube, remembering that he's out an arm. A reminder of that fight with Stark, the wrenching moment when he watched Tony realize he was the one that killed his parents. He really didn't enjoy taking metal the face at the very end but it was worth helping Steve. He's movements are stiff from being on ice up till this point, not sure if it's been weeks or months. The alarm doesn't leave much time for defrosting, not knowing if its because she opened the tube without authorization or they were actually in danger.
His memory may be broken and still has some pages missing, but he's starting to piece together the one's concerning her. The fight they had on the streets of DC, bits and pieces of their time in the Red Room, the training. Not sure if he should trust her as much as the rest of the Avengers do, after all he was there in the beginning.]
no subject
[ She's convincing, to be sure, but hadn't he helped made her that way? Maybe not so much that, the manipulation was learned separately from her skills in battle. This is easier though because there's another truth that she's not crafting an entire lie. Steve really is missing. She really is concerned about Bucky's safety (even if it's for selfish reasons—because this is about revenge, right? Right).
The door opens and she shoots two pipes over their heads, spilling out a thick white smoke that quickly filled the room. She takes his hand (that he has left) and tugs. Double crossing other people is easy, doing it to herself is going to quickly stack up to impossible, but for now she's in control of the situation—kind of. She'll have more control when no one is shooting at anything or trying to lock down labs. ] Trust me—for once. [ She hisses, and that's a little too sincere. She's already cursing herself. She doesn't have time to drill it back into her head why she's doing this, because there is also a real mission at hand, this is just...a side mission. A personal one. ]
no subject
[This was his lab, his palace. He was supposed to safe and protected under his care. When he's finally out of the straps, his first step is a little shaky. Putting his hand on Natasha's shoulder to steady himself, taking a few hesitant steps forward as he gets the feeling of walking again.
He has no choice but to follow her, not having a way to defend himself ruled out the option of him staying behind. It just felt odd that T'Challa was no where to be seen, he figured he'd the first one here. Unless, there was a danger but if so, wouldn't there be the sound of bullets or fighting? Then there's Steve, who's missing according to her, where did he go? What if he was captured or hurt? His head was rolling with ideas and possibilities and it left a pang in his stomach.
He coughs against the smoke that fills the room, unable to bring his hand to cover his face. He follows, uncertain as she tugs his hand. Not saying anything in reply, just a nod of his head as he looks over her. A good solider follows orders no matter how much he wishes not to.]
no subject
[ The emphasis is intentional, but only just enough to suggest that there was something between them, but without actually implying it. They're still in danger, but Natasha is planting her seeds now—jealousy, maybe, if he had too much time to think on it later. He has no reason to be jealous, this is her own revenge, because he'd been the one who had hurt her, not the other way around. But she's also learned a few things over the last many decades, she just has to hope it doesn't backfire and put her right back in the same position. ] I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because I made the mistake of trusting someone else. I need your help, but I also need you safe. I don't break into the palace of a foreign diplomat for fun—okay sometimes I do—but we can't lose you. Or him. Will you trust me? [ She asks the question, but it's about that time that a bullet does go whizzing by their heads. ] Trust me later, run now.
[ She's got a bike stashed outside once they make it that far and she's got to be the one driving because she has both hands. Which leaves him to hold on with the one arm he has left. ]
no subject
[Can he trust her in all of this right now and for what was to come? His gut tells him no. They fought against each other on numerous occasions but she did also help Steve and him to leave from that airport. Steve seemed to have put his trust in her but he has some doubt.] I -- [He doesn't get the change to say if he'll trust her or not when a bullet just whizzed on by. He also doesn't have much of a choice in the matter right now.
He follows after her as they dodge the bullets that pass them by. Waiting for her to get on the bike before he follows suit, wrapping his good arm around her waist and pressing up close. He hasn't done this with only one arm before so he's going to try his best to balance it out.]
no subject
She drives for a little more than an hour to a safe house which is literally out in the middle of nowhere, but that's not surprising. They'll have to leave the country before anything gets more urban outside of the main city. She balances them to a stand still before turning off the bike. Her hair is a mess, but it doesn't manage to look ridiculous, just as wild and breathless as she feels in that moment. ]
I owe you more of an explanation. [ It's not really going to be a confessional, but she'll make it seem as though it is—because part of it is true. She invites him inside, but goes first so he knows she's not leading him into a trap (well, in theory). The accommodations aren't impressive, but it's comfortable enough to talk in without the adrenaline rush, and judging by the bed in the next room, Natasha had spent at least one night here already. ]
I panicked—because you're right, yes, I knew you were alive. [ She pulled her shirt up in the front just barely and then dropped it, and pulled the collar to the side, exposing both scars to him in order. There's a smirk on her lips when she says: ] Somehow I managed to keep all your calling cards. [ She walks around the edge of the couch to stand behind it, leaning just to the right of a window that was covered with gauzy shades and wooden blinds. ] Maybe I've gotten impulsive in my old age, but if T'Challa's pact was to Steve and Steve goes missing, there's nothing holding him to that. Yes, you can say he is a man of his word, but aren't we too on the outside? I've watched men as noble be bought out. I'm not trusting your life to him. If and when we find Steve and you decide you want to go back into your ice nap, you can do so then at a facility that has been properly vetted. [ She means specifically by her, but whether or not he picks up on that is debatable. And that's sincere, because whether or not she wants to extract revenge, it doesn't change the very real emotion behind it, and she wants him to feel the same twisting in him that she'd felt, but she doesn't want him dead. ]