Yes, the world is a vulnerable place and yes, we help make it that way. But we’re also the ones best qualified to defend it.

    (via swanjolras)






also my reaction to zachary quinto


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.



Probably Not So Helpless



I’ve seen a lot of people assuming Bucky is just going to be this helpless lost vagrant after the events of CA:WS, and while I figure this assumption comes from his rather unkempt look at the end of the movie, I really don’t see WHY he would be in some sort of helpless position. Sure he’s scruffy looking, but he probably hasn’t had to look after himself for 70 years and really the upkeep isn’t that important to his fact finding mission now. Add to that, he’s not really interested in having people notice him. Bucky is strikingly handsome cleaned up. He’s a head turner. Even the Winter Soldier with his punk rock hair was a head turner. People are less inclined to pay attention to the guy who looks like he just rolled up off a park bench. In fact, most people will go out of their way to IGNORE someone like that. So yeah, Bucky’s in no hurry to look GQ. He’ll clean up when he decides that’s something he has to do for his mission. The “pride in your looks” concept isn’t something he’s acquired yet. Who’s he cleaning up for? He had hardly seen himself for 70 years and he’s got no one to impress.

But the Winter Soldier, while in stasis a lot, was let out enough and trained on technology enough that modernity isn’t going to throw Bucky much at all. I mean by the time we see him again he’d already followed the rabbit trail of a name to the Smithsonian exhibit. He’s acquired modern clothing and is pretty seamlessly blending in, his movement more contained than the imposing saunter the Winter Soldier had. He’s just a seedy looking guy at an exhibit, nothing intimidating, nothing really noticeable.

He’s also got a mission again. He apparently doesn’t flounder around long before starting to dig for who Bucky is. He’s been single minded for 70 years and Bucky himself was pretty mission minded, so I see no reason he’d hesitate in plunging into this new endeavor. It’s not a mission to kill, but a mission to figure out who he is. Yeah he might crash in an abandoned building or two, but that’s probably more for privacy.

Bucky might be confused, but he’s NEVER helpless. Even in captivity he wasn’t helpless once he became the Winter Soldier, just kept so blank he never questioned anything. He’s questioning everything now, and I don’t doubt that he’d be damn resourceful.

YES YES THIS, also i am so glad you pointed out his more restrained and casual movements in the museum, he picks up quick, he knows that the sexy murder strut will get him into trouble, reign it in, be invisible, there’s more than one way to complete a mission.

They mention it in the comics, but not in the movie, but Steve refers to Bucky as a “survivor”. His personality is very much “adapt or die”. Just like the Winter Soldier will kill you with anything on hand, Bucky is very smart when it comes to what he has to do to get the job done. He’ll blend in better than Steve does because he knows that’s how he’ll get what he wants. It’s not some jarring drop into the future like it was for Steve. Bucky’s been here all along, but restrained. He’ll be a ghost when he wants because he knows HOW.




Give me one man army Bucky Barnes tearing apart everything in his path. Give me Steve Rogers chasing him and Bucky trying to shake him off  because he thinks Steve wants to stop him. Give me Steve Rogers, unwavering and unyielding as he tracks him down; give me Bucky Barnes’ anger, give me his fury as he yells at Steve he can’t stop him; give me indignant Steve, telling Bucky he never once thought to stop him; only to help him. Give me Steve Rogers grabbing Bucky’s metal arm, kiss him hard and whisper ‘go give ‘em hell’ because Steve wants to kill them all, for Bucky and for himself, too.

Give me Bucky Barnes and Setve Rogers dripping with the blood of those who bled them dry. Give me righteous anger and blind vengeance and exhaustion. Give me the release from all the pain they suffered, and give me them back together.  

Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson are armed with a file explaining the basic notes of the Winter Soldier’s treatment, and as they set off for Europe each and every Hydra facility has either been closed down decades ago or left burned to the ground. Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson sitting on a bed in a dive motel in Eastern Europe as the media begins to pick up on these mysterious factory explosions in the deep woods leaving no survivors. Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, after months of being a step behind, finally get to a facility just as the fire erupts and a lone figure stands silhouetted against the bright flaming background, finally taking a little time to admire his work. Steve Rogers walking slowly forward, knowing full well that Bucky knows he’s there or else he wouldn’t have stopped, and as Steve gets close enough to hear him Bucky says barely above a whisper “You can’t stop me”. Steve takes one step closer and tells him honestly “I never thought to try” and Steve’s always honest.

The two of them moving through the forest together as Sam flies overhead as scout. Bucky still quiet, only ever speaking in reference to the mission at hand and Steve accepting that silence, just happy to be in a position to watch out for Bucky again. Yet with Steve coming back into Bucky’s life I feel like there will be a conflict in Bucky’s mind, one that he doesn’t fully understand, that’s based more on instinct than anything. Bucky is no longer working alone in his mission, his team is no longer made up of interchangeable props from Hydra, no now he knows their names. Now he knows his team and what they eat in between missions, how they walk when they’re not weighed down with weapons and ammunition, how they sleep switching off each night from the bed to the couch in their motel as if they are equals. Bucky is collecting information, details about Steve and Sam, during their time spent together and more and more memories come surging back, visual memories, muscle memories, and fierce protective instincts. The next base they take down quickly the three of them working like a well-oiled machine. They fight like a team and as Steve and Bucky watch the base burn to the ground Bucky quirks his lip up in a small smile, watches Steve from the corner of his eye and says “Just like the old days”

And Steve has to physically force himself not to cry because in this light, under the red-black sky of yet another foreign stretch of countryside, with Bucky’s hair pulled out of his face, with a heavy coat covering his black uniform, it could almost be like the old days.

But here’s the thing - Steve doesn’t want the old days. The old days are finite and numbered and they’re as painful as they are raw. Steve wants the right now. Bucky isn’t the only one who has changed— in him, change is simply more apparent. Back in the day, Steve would’ve been horrified at the carnage, at the violence. Now? After losing Bucky not once, but twice; after learning what has been done to him seeing the repercussion of that damage on Bucky— the Steve Rogers who doesn’t want to kill anyone is long gone, dead and buried beneath the ice in the Arctic. 

Now, Steve will reload machine guns and throw grenades and toss Bucky full cartridges as they march side by side in an underground lab that housed the very first inception of the Winter Soldier Program while Sam clears the exit route. Now he’ll hold down the HYDRA operative who supervised the wipes while Bucky slits his throat (because a shot to the chest is too quick, too painless, too impersonal), and the blood washing over both their hands is cleansing, somehow.

Now, as they pick out one by one the people who stole Bucky’s life, after they’re  joined by Natasha in Kiev, so close to wipe out  the last remains of the Red Room, he’ll catch Sam’s knowing smile and ask “What,” even if he knows what already. 

Sam keeps smiling and nods over at where Bucky’s dozing on the motel armchair, dried blood still crusted on his metal arm, his mud-caked boots resting in Steve’s lap. “Guess you found what makes you happy after all.” And Steve just smiles because— yeah. He has. 


what have i done?

(youtube cut off the end!!)



What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

For everyone who wasn’t Homestuck on 10/25/11,


Here’s a wonderful and accurate representation of that night.