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  1. Rec *

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    Four times Alexander Pierce talked the Winter Soldier down from the proverbial edge and one time he threw him right over it.

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    25 Dec 2025

  2. Rec *

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    His current codename is Bucky. His new handlers are called friends. Steve, one of the highest ranking friends, only had to correct him once before he’d adapted to the new vocabulary. Yet so far, things are looking rough: decommissioned from active duty, he's left with no other purpose than their entertainment. All he can do is wait, push through with gritted teeth and do whatever he can to turn the tables in his favor again.

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    09 Nov 2025

  3. Rec 26

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    “Name.”

    The electricity stops and Bucky looks up, throat still raw from a scream he can’t remember hearing. Fire dances along his upper body. He’s so tired.

    “James,” he says, and pauses to catch his breath.

    “Hit him again.”

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    09 Nov 2025

  4. Rec 20

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    “How much of a person do you have left in you, soldier?”

    The Asset blinks at him. The question makes him nauseous. “Sir?”

     

    or the first time the Winter Soldier meets Brock Rumlow and has memories of cooking soup

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    09 Nov 2025

  5. Rec 20

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    Vicious wipes blood from his hands and looks Spike over; cold and grey. Distant.

    “You were there to kill me,” Vicious says.

    Spike’s surprised he remembers. He’d been the last man in the room, the door guard. It sends a wild thrill of anticipation through him. He pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his jeans pocket. “Nothing personal.”

    It sounds cooler than Spike feels, hot at the edges like he can steam the blood back out of his shirt. It’s late July, but cold because Mars is fucked up running on the conversion calendar. The blood on his collar is cooling from alive-hot against his skin to past dead-cold. A sticking splash shedding warmth it will never hold again. 

    “You couldn’t have,” Vicious says.

    Spike’s teeth clamp on his cigarette filter, lips peeling back as he lights it in a rictus snarl. “You want to find out?”

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    Syndicate-era long fic, about all the roads converging along the lines of fate.

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    26 Jul 2025