It always confuses me when someone thinks I’m talented by thank YOU so much, you lovely creature!!
Been meaning to scan this for a while!
At Wizard World Austin I picked up one of the blank variant covers for the first isue of Ales Kot’s Bucky Barnes: Winter Soldier and got Jerry Rascoe in the artist’s alley to do a badass Winter Soldier on the cover!
Thanks Jerry - and love the art (and the comic) :)
perfect human beingSteve Rogers, by the super talented ruxandralache! Please do not remove credit, edit, or repost - if you want to share please reblog this post, thank you very much!
NEW: With added Bucky sexiness.
Reblogging to show off the Bucky companion piece.
perfect human being Steve Rogers, by the super talented ruxandralache! Please do not remove credit, edit, or repost - if you want to share please reblog this post, thank you very much!
NEW: With added Bucky sexiness.
Awesome commission by ruxandralache <3
Thank you to everyone who has been reading! If you haven’t, I would really appreciate it if you would! This is the longest fic I’ve ever written to completion, and I’d love to hear what you guys think.
Summary: While on the run from SHIELD, The Winter Soldier focuses on destroying the last of the HYDRA outposts. However, his final mission in DC goes wrong, and Bucky find himself in an alternate reality where there is no Captain America.
paladin!steve as part 1 of a fantasy!au suggested by kamiki77!
next up is rogue!bucky heck ye
Fuck yes <3 Thanks so much buckywinchesterr he looks awesome <3 <3 <3
The next Chapter of “What Might Have Been” is up!! And really, its about 6K words of just naughty, naughty Stucky sexytimes - so…. either “Be Warned” or “Have fun” depending on what your thoughts on that is!!
As Bucky and James were en route to a day of sweets and roller coasters, President Steve Rogers was stuck in cabinet meeting, reading through a homeland security proposal that was several hundred pages long. He had been through it before, and had marked it up with endless highlights, tabs, and paperclips - but it seemed every time he re-read it, he found something else about the Project that infuriated him. At this point, he’d have been happy to throw the whole damn proposal in the fireplace; but sadly that wasn’t how politics worked.
He ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at the room full of primarily old white men, all looking at him with that condescending look they always had. During his campaign, Steve had learned pretty quickly that many of the established regime in Washington thought he was just some young upstart jock; someone way out of his league and far too naive to actually handle the office. Perhaps they were right, but the American people seemed to love him, and that’s who he cared about.
"The support is coming from both sides of the aisle, Mr. President," Alexander Pierce said before Steve even had the chance to speak. He called Steve ‘Mr. President’ only when he was being purposely patronizing.
"I don’t care," he said with a sigh. "You can push this through, but as soon as it comes past my desk, I’m vetoing it."
A few of the men exchanged glances, but left the speaking up to the VP. “Recent polling shows great support,” he continued, “ignoring public opinion so flagrantly this early in your term, well…” he gave him a look. “No one here wants to see you as a one-term President.”
"I don’t care about that," he said, exasperated. "If the American people really understood the the possible implications of something like this…"
The National Security Advisor, Jasper Sitwell, leaned forward, “Our job is the keep the American people safe. If you keep our hands tied, then we can’t do our job.”
"That’s exactly what I’m trying to do," Steve said, the irritation in his voice evident. "It’s bad enough we’ve been collecting petabytes of personal information without their knowledge, but now you honestly expect me to authorize the use of that data to detain American citizens?" He pounded his index finger on the file for effect. "Not gonna happen."
"Behavior-predictive algorithms have become extremely accurate over the past couple of years," Sitwell insisted. "Research shows that if we had run Project Insight on Abyad Sahli before he boarded Flight 562 then we may have been able detect the bomb before it went off on that plane. That would have been 132 American lives saved because of one not-so-random search at JFK."
"It doesn’t matter. The punishment comes after the crime, not before."
Alexander Pierce spoke up this time. “He was coordinating with sixteen other citizens - American citizens - Steven. We’re lucky he dropped the ball, because if they were able to pull off their plan you’d have another 9/11 under your belt.”
Steve leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling. “I understand that,” he said evenly. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not going to unleash Big Brother on the population on the off chance of catching a terrorist. We can amp up security at airports, brush up on passport counterfeiting operations…”
"Those are band-aids at best!" Sitwell argued. "We all know it. Hell, if we increase airport security again the American people are going to riot anyway!"
Steve looked at his watch in irritation. They had been going back and forth on this proposal for hours now. “Nothing you guys can say is going to make this happen. I will not sign my name to Project Insight. I’m sorry, but that’s my final decision, and I’m not going to argue it any longer.” He stood up, straightening his jacket and headed towards the door.
Pierce exchanged glances with the other men in the room, and Sitwell threw his pen across the conference table in disgust as they all stood; common courtesy for the President. Right before he reached the door, Pierce walked over to him, pulling him aside.
"Steven," he said, keeping his voice low. "There are ways to push this through without you. Think of the lives you could be saving instead of burying this into subcommittees for months. It would be revolutionary."
"I’m sorry, Alex," Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But there’s no way I’m going to support this. You do what you have to do. I understand if you think this is what’s right and you’re fighting for it - and I appreciate that. But I have to do what I think is right, too. I can’t sleep at night knowing I signed my name to that proposal."
Pierce just nodded solemnly as Steve left the room. He looked back to the cabinet with a look of resignation.
"He’s a damn trench monkey who read too many Superman comics as a kid," Sitwell growled bitterly. "He has no business being in the White House. If he didn’t look so much like damned Channing Tatum he wouldn’t even be here."
"He’s not a bad guy," Pierce said, pulling his glasses off his face and tucking them into his breast pocket. "He’s just too optimistic. We see the world as it is, not as we wish it was. He’ll understand one day." He gave Sitwell a supportive pat on the shoulder.
"Well that was a waste of four hours," Senator Stern bemoaned, looking at the clock on his phone. "Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get lunch."