fic: tabula rasa; bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff
Bucky Barnes screamed himself hoarse on that table and screamed falling off that train. He screamed when they programmed him and screamed and screamed until he isn’t Bucky Barnes anymore, not really. He is still screaming, a trapped rat running around a labyrinthine machine, clawing at the doors and running into dead ends. He has been screaming for seventy years. 


"I need to remember."  


You are my mission!

He is an extremely accurate marksman. Skilled in sharpshooting and knife throwing.

Sebastian discussing the Winter Soldier’s “eyeliner” (x)


They call him the Winter Soldier. He reminds me more of fire, though.


HARD HEARTED HEATHENS, a bucky/natasha mix » listen

1. comrade spill my blood - editors 2. measuring cups - andrew bird 3. bad sun - the bravery 4. fish - wye oak 5. back from the grave - chromatics 6. highway of fallen kings - civil twilight 7. night terror - laura marling 8. so he won’t break - the black keys 9. no sound but the wind - editors 10. the storm - boy & bear 11. thunder & lighting - brown bird 12. home - mumford & sons 13. about today - the national 14. glory - radical face

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