Summary: It’s heartbreaking and it’s painful, but Bucky Barnes has learned to cope with the fact that you don’t remember him the way he remembers you. But whether you remember him or not, he’ll protect you the way you used to protect him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: I AM SO SORRY. This part was…sadder than I thought it would be. I’m being dead serious when I say this: I do not plan on making this fluffy, at all. Maybe like a lil fluff, but I want all of us to be in pain mostly c:
The prepping of the asset and his bulwark for this particular assignment commenced after the awakening of the asset. Asset showed no signs of resistance. The bulwark required several rounds of sedation.
At precisely 12:31 PM, as The President of The United States paraded down Main Street in Dallas, Texas, the asset took the shot.
President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was pronounced dead at 1:00 PM.
The Winter Soldier and his bulwark have completed their first mission as a pair.
There’s a new dent in the old leather of the journal. His mind is preoccupied and it takes a while before he realizes he’s being watched.
“Don’t you think it’s time to put that ol’ thing down, Barnes?”
Silence. He stares at the worn journal in his hand, he stares at the disgusting Cyrillic script and another shard of his heart threatens to fall apart.
“Does she know? That she helped me kill the great President?”
The man, they used to call him an asset, sits like a slab of stone at the edge of the bed. He reads the report aloud once more as the red haired woman that stands at the threshold of his door listens.
“They made her my bulwark.”
Natasha Romanoff chews on her lower lip as Bucky crumbles like dust, his shoulders heaving beneath the weight of the cruel world. The one he helped doom.
“If it helps you feel any better,” She starts carefully, “According to her files…she doesn’t remember a thing, Buck. Hydra made sure of that.”
Hahaha I’m so weak! I saw these miniature bunt cake pans at the store & promptly made Tamriel Sweet Rolls at home.
(Used a bananabread recipe but I left out the nuts & replaced the mashed banana with pureed apricots … cuz color, & why not?)
Ya, they don’t look exact, but oh well, it was fun!
The House of Wind felt
entirely too large for comfort. There were so many hidden rooms, doors,
passageways. It was a maze, the Night Court Labyrinth. I quickened my pace
until I reached the bedroom that I once resided in. My blood curdled as I
replayed Cassian’s words, his fallen expression, as I silently cursed him for
thinking so little of me.
I loosened the wool blanket
around my shoulders, adjusting to the decrease in temperature, I dropped it
behind me to crawl into the four-poster bed. Every inch of my body ached, I
cursed several times as I adjusted beneath the thick furs. To distract myself
from the growing pain, I counted the stars and moons dispersed throughout the
canopy fabric. Silver and gold, printed on a violet velvet fabric.
“Did you already see her
transform?” Azriel asked, gathering his blades from the golden painted table. My pointed ears
lifted in the direction of Azriel’s voice, they were still in the circular
Location: Shallow Caribbean and Southern Atlantic coral reefs ranging from North Carolina to Brazil
Size: ~1 inch long
Diet: Gorgonian Corals (however C. gibbosum almost never actually kills its host)
Hidden Protection? C. gibbosum is similar to nudibranches, however, it actually has a shell. You just can’t really sea it (Ha! Puns) because their mantle flesh is covering it. But, the skin is very much like a condom, in that it can be retracted to reveal the shell!
Subclass: Prosobranchia, which means “gills in front of the heart”
Sad Fact: This snail looks rad af, and unfortunately it is heavily collected, and therefore “must be protected”
Sexxx: In order to find a mate, C. gibbosum follows the slimy trail of a potential partner
Life cycle: C. gibbosum is born about a week after the egg is laid on the gorgonian on which its parents fed, and spend an indeterminate amount of time feeding on plankton. Kinda like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, C. gibbosum starts out as a larva then metamorphoses into a mini version of its final form, then finishes by growing normally to adult size. The snail is a hella good hitchhiker and will usually hitch a ride for life with a gorgonian colony.
Predators: Hogfish, pufferfish, and the Caribbean Spiny lobster
Why so few predators? C. gibbosum acquires the chemicals from its food, so most animals know this snail is inedible
Shell color: Many divers try to harvest C. gibbosum’s shell because of it’s unique design, however are left disappointed because the spots are part of the snail’s body itself, not the shell. When harvested, the shell is actually a plain apricot color 🐚