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This is the inbox for Bucky at Deerington!

Bucky lives at #100 David Cliff Apartments, though he does not often sleep there. Any message left for him there will, however, be received.

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IN CHARACTER

Character Name: Bucky Barnes
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Canon Point: At the very start of Captain America: Civil War, pre being found by Steve.

In-Game Tattoo Placement: Winding around his remaining flesh arm (right arm), with the antlers spreading across his collarbone and shoulder blades.
Current Health/Status: Alive and healthy.
Age: Physically in his early thirties, technically about 100
Species: Human

Content Warnings: Torture, Nazis, Body modification, mental torture (including brainwashing), PTSD, general war themes

History: Here.

Personality: At his current canon point, Bucky is caught in a transitional period. He's not the Winter Soldier any more, but neither is he the man he used to be. He's closer to Bucky than the Winter Soldier by this point, but it's by no means a cut and dry situation and to properly explain who he is now, it's necessary to talk about both of the people he has been in the past.

First, Bucky Barnes.

The core of Bucky's personality is probably his loyalty. No matter what else might be going on, no matter the overwhelming odds or the social implications, Bucky is loyal to his friends and to his ideals. He sticks with Steve Rogers even when the going is at its toughest in their youth, and that then carries forwards to being willing to follow Steve into the heat of the fiercest battles as a Howling Commando during World War II. The evidence of his unwavering loyalty is seen most clearly through something Steve says about him ('Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky'), and three instances of his behaviour in the first film. Firstly, he makes sure to be with Steve during and after his mother's funeral, refusing to take no for an answer in helping. It's then that he coins the line that will come back to haunt him later: 'I'm with you 'til the end of the line, pal. Secondly, he refuses to run and save himself when the HYDRA base is collapsing, saying he won't leave without Steve. And finally, he states that he'll follow the skinny kid from Brooklyn (Steve) into war, rather than Captain America. As proud as he is of all his friend has achieved, it's Steve Rogers that earned his loyalty, and that holds true whether he's skinny with health problems, or able to bench press three women atop a motorcycle.

He is an easy-going charmer, often preferring to focus on the fun that life has to offer rather than the grim reality facing him. While Steve was desperately trying to enlist, going so far as to lie on his forms, Bucky only wanted to go dancing and enjoy the last night he had before being shipped off overseas. He is a man who enjoys all the pleasures of being a young and athletic soldier, mostly with the women. He is a flirt and a charmer, someone with a quick wit and a ready laugh. He enjoys being the life of the party, and it even irritates him slightly when Steve becomes more popular with the ladies after his transformation.

He does, however, know when to be serious if the situation calls for it. He's a soldier, so he's used to taking orders and obeying them as well as working in a team. He will listen to Agent Carter despite her being a woman in a time when women were not seen as suited for positions in the armed forces, and he is always there to help Steve fight off the bullies - whether they come in small-minded cinema goer or Nazi form.

Above all, Bucky is a survivor. It's stated that nobody who is taken away in the HYDRA base to be experimented on returns, but Bucky is still alive when he is found by Steve. He forces himself to move, to fight, and to ultimately escape. This is, perhaps, the trait he shares most strongly with the Winter Soldier. The Winter Soldier is what happened after Bucky Barnes fell from a train and was presumed dead. He was not. He was, instead, rescued by HYDRA (an organisation that began life as a Nazi research division), and trained into the ultimate assassin.

The Winter Soldier bears little resemblance to Bucky Barnes.

In order to create the perfect soldier, someone who would be obedient, efficient, and ruthless, the scientists at HYDRA subjected Bucky to severe mental conditioning and torture. His personality, memories, and free will were constantly being erased whenever they began to surface, leaving him a blank slate to be controlled. As the Soldier, he was merely an asset, not a human being. His conditioning was so severe that he doesn't resist the mind wipes, even though he knows they will be agony for him, even placing the bit between his own teeth in preparation.

He is vicious and without conscience as the Soldier, caring little about collateral damage in pursuit of his target. It is that, combined with his single-minded focus and extensive training, that make him one of the most dangerous assassins of his time. He is a man who has been brutally tortured, conditioned, and frequently kept in storage like a tool between missions. He bears so little resemblance to Bucky Barnes, that he doesn't even recognise his name the first time he comes face to face with Steve (his target at the time).

However, Bucky was not completely gone from the Soldier. Repeated exposure to Steve Rogers allowed the programming to begin to fail and memories to resurface. This led to a conflict of interest where he initially tried to kill Steve with everything in his arsenal, and ended in saving him from drowning. By the end of the fight he isn't sure who he is, and so he takes off. He flees HYDRA, he flees from Steve Rogers, and he goes underground to try and figure out who he is.

This is where Bucky is at his current canon point. He's not the Soldier any longer, but neither is he completely Bucky Barnes. He has a lot of his old memories and he no longer wishes to be an assassin, but he is a man heavily damaged by trauma and decades of programming. He survives, but he is not trusting and his priority is not his well-being. The Soldier is still inside him, and so he is still dangerous and if attacked will likely retaliate with extreme prejudice. He is distrustful, wary, and confused. He will likely not make allies or friend easily, and he could be triggered into becoming the Soldier again under the right (or wrong) circumstances.

Bucky has been through a lot at the hands of the Soviets and it shows, he's extremely wary and constantly on the look out for threats. He has left HYDRA under his own steam after Steve triggered enough recall that he had to question everything he had been told, and he is very aware that he is hunted. Not just by HYDRA, but also by SHIELD and all the other government organisations who want to bring him to justice for the crimes the Winter Soldier committed. This makes him extremely cautious and closed off. He has disappeared in order to find himself and he is unwilling to be found by others before then. It has led to him living like a ghost, moving frequently and often taking measures such as blocking all his windows with newspapers and making sure he has a back door exit plan in case he is found.

He is a man caught in the grips of an identity crisis. He has been to the Smithsonian and seen the exhibition on Captain America, which means he has read about the Bucky Barnes he used to be and knows that HYDRA lied and Steve told him the truth. However, he still doesn't remember everything about his past, and he has been the Winter Soldier for a long time, so it is hard for him to reconcile the things he has done with the man he used to be. He knows, logically, that what HYDRA had him do is not his fault, but he still feels guilt over his actions.

The guilt over what he has done, and the trauma of the inhumane treatment at the hands of the Soviets, have left an indelible mark on him. He is terrified of becoming the Winter Soldier again and that is likely one of the reasons he has not sought out Steve again, despite now remembering a lot of what the other man means to him. He doesn't trust himself. He knows everything HYDRA put inside him is still there, it would just take the correct circumstances to have him trying to kill again. He knows who he is now, or is starting to, and he doesn't want to go back to what he was before.

However, despite all he has been through, Bucky maintains a core of determination to survive and to find his way. He has not laid down and given up, he has not shied away from trying to learn more about himself. He is capable of interacting with the world and people around him in a normal fashion, purchasing food and so forth, but he retains his distance. He has lost much of the humour, charm, and trusting nature that he possessed when he was a young man, though he is striving to get back there.

Abilities/Powers/Weaknesses & Warping: Bucky is a human enhanced with super soldier serum. This means that he's faster, stronger, and more durable than a human should be capable of. If he relies on this too much (e.g. pushing without food/sleep, going recklessly in battle), he will experience a "crash". A bit like coming down off a sugar high. So if he's pushed himself to go without sleep, he'll be extra fatigued for a few days. He also has a metal prosthetic; which is not exactly a power, but is more advanced than any real-world prosthetic and so I felt it should be mentioned.

Inventory:
1 x Makarov pistol
1 x stash of ammunition for the pistol
1 x sleeping bag
1 x outfit consisting of jeans, a hoodie, a t-shirt, combat boots, and socks
1 x swiss army knife (this can be removed if it would count as a second weapon)
1 x box of MRE ration packs

Writing Samples: Test drive top level with multiple threads and a thread from a different game

OUT OF CHARACTER

Player Name: Fossil
Player Age: 34
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In-Game Tag If Accepted: Bucky Barnes: Fossil
Permissions for Character: Here
Are you comfortable with prominent elements of fourth-walling?: Yes, I'm all good with fourth-walling!
What themes of horror/psychological thrillers do you enjoy the most?: I enjoy the psychological aspects of horror the most, things that force characters to introspect and grow. I also enjoy things that force characters to work together, getting to know others they might not normally have spent time with.
Is there anything in particular you absolutely need specific content warnings for?: Nothing I can think of.
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for Ivar

[There are some decisions that are unequivocally bad ideas. This is probably one of them. When Quarantine began collapsing and they had all run for the portals, the one leading to Ivar's world had already broken down and left him stranded. There hadn't been much time for thought, no quiet moment to consider the consequences, before Bucky had offered to take him through to where he'd come from.

But now they were here, stumbling out into the depths of a forest god only knew where in the world, with Ivar's chair almost upended in the scramble, Bucky can't help but feel a bit apprehensive.

Even with someone who understands how this world works, there are dangers to being here with him. This isn't Quarantine, there are many dangerous people here who would like nothing more than to track him down and either turn him to use once more or destroy him. But Ivar isn't even like a person from this world, he's from far in the past and can be pretty damn unstable when faced with danger.

Yes, this was probably a bad idea.

Too late now.

He sighs as the portal closes behind them and leaves them alone and stranded, no sound except for birdsong and the faint scrabbling of wildlife.]

--welcome to Earth, kid.

For Ellie

[Bucky had stayed in Quarantine for as long as possible. Not because he had any particular attachment to the place, most of his tentatively made friends had gone long before the end happened, but because there was less of a risk of HYDRA there. Sure, Pierce had shown up and that was really not fun, but by and large the population could be trusted.

All good things must end, though.

The portal he took dropped him somewhere in the Ukraine, and he made sure to get himself several countries away before he stopped to rest. He felt rusty, too long in a small world not having to look always over his shoulder, and he has to mentally reset as fast as possible. Get too sloppy and it'll all be over. It's not just HYDRA looking for him, after all, it's the remnants of SHIELD, the Avengers (led by stupid Steve "end of the line" Rogers), and about half the world's governments.

He lets his body run on autopilot for a while. No matter what happens, he doesn't think he'll ever forget how to be ghost, how to just disappear from a crowd and never make the slightest of waves when he travels from city to city.

It's been about a month, and he's out in the middle of nowhere. A mountain range in North America, nothing but bears and forest and birds for as far as the eye can see. Or it should be. But he spots a spire of smoke that shouldn't be there -- campers don't usually set up this far out, and the rangers wouldn't make a fire. So who is it? He creeps closer to get a look, and damn near falls out of the tree he's chosen for surveillance when he catches sight of a familiar looking teenage girl.

Ellie?!

No.

No, it can't be.

This is just one of those things, one of those inexplicable things between worlds where people share a face. Maybe this is an alternate Ellie, one from his world and not from a zombie infested wasteland. He'll only scare her if he approaches. So he just watches for now, silent and focused.]

For Steve [sodramatic]

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psl for Natasha

[Sometimes it feels like years since Bucky let Steve assimilate him into his life again, moved him into the compound where the Avengers lived and worked; those were the days when he felt good, when he could smile and joke around and his voice had a Brooklyn tang to it. And sometimes it felt like only scant days, like he wasn't ready to be around people; those were the days when he tensed at sudden movements and sat like a scowling statue in an easily defensible corner.

The others did their best to cope with him there, some more successfully than others, but Bucky was still mostly an outsider. He didn't trust himself, and he wasn't sure they trusted him either, to go on actual Avenger missions and so he ended up mostly around the compound just trying to figure out where the hell to go from here. He did the best with Steve, but that was to be expected, but the others made him uncomfortable to varying degrees.

Oddly, though, a friendship had sprung up between him and Natasha. Nothing major, nothing world ending, but something warm and understated and real. Perhaps because they had both suffered, or perhaps because they had both done things that would never wash clean, but she was one that he seemed to be able to sit with whether he was having a good day or a bad one.

It was late at night when he padded into the common area wearing just some loose pyjama pants, expecting to be the only one up. His brow furrowed slightly when he saw that wasn't the case and he moved to the edge of the couch, voice a quiet rasp.]

Can't sleep?

psl for Steve

[The war had been raging for a long time now, and James Buchanan Barnes had been drafted some months ago to ship out to Europe and fight with all the others in the trenches and on the front lines. Telegrams came back daily with the news of more brothers, sons, fathers, and husbands killed. More friends who will never return, and still there was no end in sight.

But then something even stranger began happening on both sides of the timeline.

It was the result of Thanos trying to pull the time gem to him from where it was hidden on Earth, though nobody else knew that. It was just that the occasional object tended to disappear and then end up where it wasn't supposed to be, though only usually for a few moments or so before it returned. SHIELD, what was left of it, and the sorcerers worked to seal the issues and they managed to do it within only a few days. No major issues, no big anomalies in the past to muck things up.

But there was one piece of the future lost in the past that hadn't made it back.

The Winter Soldier-- Bucky-- whoever he was now, confused fragmented memories all he had to go on, had been thrown through time unceremoniously into a street that looked altogether familiar and confusing. He immediately went into hiding for a few hours, meaning he got missed when people tried to clean up the problems that the Infinity Stone had caused, but when nobody came for him by dusk he began to move again. His manner of dress was out of place now with jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, nobody else seemed to be wearing that sort of thing, but very few people stared. He didn't change it, he didn't have anything to change into. He found his feet taking him somewhere only half remembered.

An apartment with a key hidden under an old brick. Why did he know it was there?

He didn't know. He just let himself in, quiet as a whisper, and made his way through to the bedroom where someone was asleep under the covers. Skinny, blond, somehow also familiar (the man on the bridge? The man in the Potomac? The man at the museum? No, that didn't make sense, that man had bulging muscles, but somehow he was sure they were the same). He didn't say anything, just stood there and watched impassively, waiting for the man to wake up.]

psl for Steve, Nat, and Bucky OT3

[The Winter Soldier had killed hundreds of people over seven decades, a flawless weapon that obeyed without question and was capable of amazing feats. And yet it had only taken one week trying to kill Steve Rogers for all of that to unravel and splinter into nothing, leaving him in the wind and running for both his life and his freedom.

He ought to have known that no matter how good he was, there were others in the world just as good.

The Soldier had always been an assassin first and anything else second, so although he was good at infiltration, he didn't have spy level skills for simply disappearing off the radar. HYDRA had usually taken care of his exfiltration. He had skills, and desperation bred ingenuity, but he should have known that Romanoff would be able to find him and that she'd lead Rogers right to his location.

He's in Paris.

He's found an empty apartment waiting to be let, all stark white walls and polished wooden floorboards, and set his sleeping bag up in the corner. He knows they're coming, but he's been running for weeks and he's tired. So hungry that he could pass out, and so exhausted that his eyes keep drooping. He doesn't have it in him to run any more, he'll wait and face them. If it ends in a fight, so be it.]

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For Steve

[It's been fourteen months, six weeks, and four days since the Soldier pulled Steve from the Potomac and ran from everything he had ever known. Since he had begun to realise which parts of the world he'd been fed were lies, but hadn't quite managed to pin down which were truths. He knows that Steve has been looking for him. Not just him, but his friends too, most of the Avengers have been roped into Steve's unceasing search.

They never find anything.

He's too good, he knows how to hide. He's seen them - Iron Man once, Falcon four times, Steve twice - but they've never seen him. He's a ghost, just rumours that dry up on the wind. He's not too sure if he wants to remain this way for the rest of his life, he knows he's not ready for anything else, and this feels almost comforting. Anonymous. But something in him has pulled him back to America. He hears on the news what's been happening with the Avengers, he sees that there's a new 'compound' that they're using as a base, though none of the news channels know where it is.

It doesn't matter, he finds it.

There's security systems, of course, but he bypasses them all. He slips close enough past Falcon that he can smell the aftershave he used, but he isn't noticed. He finds Steve's room, easy to tell it's his because of the shield inside the door and the way that the whole place is military precision. Not a habit easy to break even once the army is done with you. He isn't even sure why he's here, just that he's following the instincts of his mind at the moment.

He takes a seat on Steve's bed, cross legged, and he waits.]

Soulmark AU

The first time that Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers had met, just scrappy little kids down an alley in Brooklyn, marks appeared for them both. Bucky got a little colourful shield on his upper left arm, and Steve got a pair of boxing gloves. Neither of them knew how those marks were supposed to represent each other, but they knew that they did. Those marks only appeared when you met your soulmate for the first time, so that's what they were. They were lucky, some people's marks appeared as they passed a stranger in the street and wouldn't be noticed until later, leading to a search for someone else that they'd never actually properly met.

Bucky had been a bit disappointed as they grew older. He loved Steve as his best friend, but society wouldn't exactly allow more and he was a good Christian boy, he wanted to dance with the dames. And if sometimes, when he saw his best friend working on his art, he wanted to dance with Steve... well, that just wasn't allowed. A lot of men and women had soulmates who were the same gender as they were, they were just platonic friends, brothers and sisters. That's how it had to be.

When Bucky fell from the train, the little pair of boxing gloves faded away, the sign of a soulmate dead and gone. When Bucky fell from the train, his arm was severed and, with it, the little colourful shield that should have decorated his shoulder. It didn't matter, the Soldier had no soulmate, the Soldier wasn't human. A weapon had no need for things like that.

Steve met and fought the Soldier, saw his face, and yet no mark appeared. No longer soulmates.

Months after the dunk into the Potomac, Steve would find a little red star adorning the back of his left hand one morning, somehow there overnight...

For T'Challa

[Bucky knows that Steve doesn't really understand why he chose to go back under instead of live his life in freedom; but, to Bucky, this was freedom. He didn't have to worry that he'd hurt anyone ever again while he was out cold, nor did he have to worry that someone else might be coming for him with the whole might of Wakanda surrounding him.

He's expecting to be out for years until a way is found to effectively remove his programming, maybe even forever if one is never found, but that's not to be. All of a sudden unconsciousness is becoming consciousness again, the familiar chills and nausea of coming around from cryo-freeze wracking through him as he looks up through blurry vision to see the king.]

What--?

For Tony Stark

[He's been on the run for what feels like decades, but is really only a few months. He knows he's doing a good job at being hidden because ever since the helicarriers fell out of the air there hasn't been a single confirmed sighting of him, and he knows that Steve is looking. Not just Steve, either. He's just not ready to be found yet.

The easiest way to move between countries, he's found, is by stowing away on private chartered flights. They're usually less attended than commercial flights, and if he can get on board then it's fairly easy to avoid the one or two passengers and crew. He has no idea that the flight he's stowed away on is Tony Stark's private jet, and that it's only Tony himself on board.

At least not until he hears a disembodied voice speaking throughout the plane once they're in the air. It's JARVIS, not that he has any idea who that is.]

Sir, scans of the plane show that there's a man crouching in your cargo hold. I wasn't aware you were transporting any men today.

For Will Graham

[Bucky still wasn't entirely sure how it happened.

The two of them had become closer over the months in Quarantine, something about Will's way of approaching a problem from a different angle and always understanding when Bucky needed to flee had helped Bucky feel more and more comfortable with him. Somehow they had developed a friendship, and that's all it was supposed to be for either of them.

Then there was a night, a confusing night with alcohol on Will's part and terrible dreams on Bucky's, and somehow they had ended up in an embrace much more intimate than mere friendship. What they had now would be hard to define, but it was definitely something more, something that had grown into the occasional kiss and a mutual but unspoken understanding of deeper feelings.

It's late at night when Bucky shows up as he always does, unannounced and at random through a window, perching on the windowsill to look in.]

Anyone home?

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For Coulson

[It's not been long after the fight over the Potomac. He's not sure how long exactly, time has blurred together and he keeps losing chunks of it, but he knows it can't be more than three months. Perhaps less. He went to ground pretty thoroughly after seeing the exhibit at the Smithsonian, all that evidence in black and white of exactly who this body used to be.

James Buchanan Barnes.

He doesn't remember any of it. Just vague impressions of the man from the bridge, a strange tight sensation in his chest whenever he imagines the man-- Steve-- falling into the water. But that's it. It's a malfunction, he should return to his handlers and request a fix, but he finds himself doggedly avoiding all attempts to track him down or pursue him.

He doesn't really have a plan of action for where to go, he moves like a ghost picking up food and money where he can. How he got to this strange hanger, he doesn't quite know, but the plane that stands gleaming in front of him is too much of a temptation. He can sneak aboard, hide somewhere, and get taken to another country. Safer that way. He isn't expecting it to look so much like living quarters when he gets aboard, and he spends a good half hour silently padding through the various rooms until he gets to one that looks like an office.

It's the comic that draws his attention. Old, framed, a pristine Captain America vol. 1 dated in the early years of the war. He sort of remembers seeing those, a propaganda tool after an experiment? Serum? He doesn't know, all he knows is that the comic is holding his attention very sharply. It's why he moves to stand behind the desk and, without care for how old it is and how carefully it has been preserved, takes it out of the frame to begin flicking through the pages.

He's so enthralled that he doesn't even hear footsteps approaching.]