Calliope_Medea



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    Someone is building machines that look and act like people.

    Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    one of the best post ca:tws bucky recovery fics

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    "It’s the soft touch, not the bite of the needle, that draws a gasp from him, a quick quiet thing, shaky in the silence of the camp, and he presses back into it just enough that it’s noticeable."

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    The Winter Soldier is touch-starved. Some people take advantage of that.

    And by "some people" I mean "Brock Rumlow and his team"

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    04 Mar 2026

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    Bucky never fell from the train. When they storm the final HYDRA base, he's there at Steve's side. But Steve still goes into the ice, and Bucky is left to deal with a world without him. A world in which he tries to find a purpose.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    Reid is shot in an accident which is entirely unrelated to a case the team has been working.

     

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    An incredibly loose song fic.

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    26 Feb 2026

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    Bucky Barnes was cold.
     
    He felt like he’d been cold for months now; doing nothing but experiencing one unending chill after another. He’d been cold in England, and again in Italy, and again especially in Austria – both while he was kept in an underground cell, and when he was strapped without cover to the unforgiving metal of Zola’s lab table.
     
    But Steve… Steve Rogers was sunshine. Everything about him was warm, from his crinkly-eyed smile to his white-hot rage. Steve was Coney Island on a summer’s day; lying back on high rooftops to watch fireworks on the 4th of July; drinking stolen whiskey in his parent’s living room…
     
    Loving Steve was a fact – simple and plain, like breathing air or bleeding red; loving Steve was soldered into his skin like a tattoo – it buzzed in his brain like its own kind of high. It was a part of who he was.

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    26 Feb 2026