( v. staying howlarious | turnedwolf!dugan » battlesthatmatter )

he knows something is different about bucky. sure, everyone knows something is off, but they’re all putting it under ‘ tortured by hydra ’ and have decided to call it a day. dugan, however, just knows it’s something else. the sergeant is far quieter than he used to be, hangs in the captain’s shadow more than anywhere else, but he just…looks off. like he’s hurt and trying not to show it. dugan at first tries to simply offer distraction, wrapping his coat around the brunet and showing off the new photographs of lydia and ellie that came with a care package of sweets he very unevenly distributed to make sure bucky got just a little more. hell, he even handed over a couple of cigars with only minor complaint. he’d get an answer one way or another, whatever time it may take, and he’d think of plenty of ways to cajole for it. he’s nothing if not determined, honestly. he does not get it in any kind of way he expects to, however. he’d realised he had left the photographs in a pocket of his coat and headed out to where bucky was supposed to be on patrol, only to find a pile of clothes beyond their perimeter; the man had gotten as far as picking up the coat in confused worry and glancing out into the darkness of the surrounding forest, bucky’s name halfway out of his mouth when the world goes sideways. well, actually, he does, and if he hadn’t been reaching for the strap of his rifle the teeth that sank into his forearm would have torn through his throat. there’s zero time to react to what’s happened beyond registering the sickening warmth of his own blood seeping into his vest, as before he can take a defensive swing or anything the creature whines and releases his arm, making more whuffled noises. a wet nose presses to his cheek, followed by a scratchy tongue across his face, and dugan finally is able to move enough to shove away with his other arm, right one currently all but useless, and he groans as he rolls directly into the roots of a tree, heart racing as he tries to figure out what in the fuck is happening. only after he’s managed to get to a sitting position does some of the noise seem to die down, and before him is a giant wolf. okay, problem number one. big blue eyes; weird, but maybe that’s how wolves are out here, he’s not well-versed on them. shuffling anxiously the way bucky sometimes does when he thinks he’s done something wrong and is about to be reprimanded? big, big, big problem number two. he gets another whine, and dugan realises he hasn’t said a word throughout the entire last couple minutes, not even a yell after the breath had gotten knocked out of him ( not easy for a man his size ), and he chances a look away from the wolf to check his arm. there’s no way that could be good, but he’s…pretty sure it isn’t gonna kill him. probably. “ guess i shoulda checked my pockets before lettin’ you go off, ” the redhead grins, though his teeth are grit together. figuring that at this point the sergeant is unlikely to go for the throat again, dugan pulls a kerchief out of a front pocket to try and staunch some of the bleeding. amazingly, it doesn’t look that bad, though he’s sure he’s going to be aching for at least a few days, but before he can get the will to push off the ground and back to his feet, the wolf is yet again whining softly and curled up over his lap, chin resting on dugan’s shoulder. as close as bucky can get to apologising, he figures, gently bumping their heads. “ i hear you, sarge, i hear you. ”

by unfortunate accident ( dugan is far less bothered about the entire thing than bucky is ), he’s a turned werewolf and ends up as part of @battlesthatmatter's pack after the howling commandos have been formed. he takes the curveball pretty damn well as far as life-altering changes go, but it serves as very solid reason to not go home right away once the war ends. he doesn’t take the loss of bucky or rogers very well, but buries most of the pain behind his usual humor and continuing to work in europe.

important note: this is also based on bucky’s turned!wolf verse with adi,  but the interpretations will remain technically separate to be more open for interaction. this is me wanting to be clear on rogers being the pack leader and the one generally in charge until he’s lost with the valkyrie.

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@battlesthatmatter​ asked:  “Do you think we need to build a jungle gym, or do you think the trees can handle it,” he asked solemnly, while watching Connor hold onto a branch with his puppy teeth.

Bucky could only stare and wince as his son swung by just his jaws, a good ten feet above the ground. It wasn’t like the werewolf pup wouldn’t just bounce back from a fall like that but overall Bucky preferred to avoid things like that. And there weren’t many materials made to withstand werewolves so he was at a loss. They certainly had an abundance of trees around the property, and Connor seemed to enjoy them for a multitude of reasons.

     “Well, metal would just hurt the kid. So unless it was a jungle gym made        outta oak or some other really hard wood... maybe the trees will be fine?”

battlesthatmatter replied to your post:  honestly, the wing touching meme all over the dash...

i am having flashbacks now

RIGHT?? god, okay but-- when i was first starting up in the s.pn rpc, there was a wholeass glitter war between the angels on my dash.

NOBODY WAS SAFE.

there wasn’t a care in the world. IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER.

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“I mean, he likes dogs and it’ll take some slow exposure. As long as you don’t turn into some big werecat, he should be fine.” And she’s leaning a little further into him. He’s not the only big cuddly dweeb in the room. As she proves when she leaned over and took his hand, looping her arm around his and lacing their fingers together. Her chin coming to rest on his shoulder. 

“And I have a cat, which you just said, which means I have lint rollers. I just have to make sure that I can cuddle you as a wolf. It’s important.” She’s about thirty seconds away from just crawling into his lap and absorbing as much of his warmth as she can. Not cause she’s cold, no, but she just likes to be on him. 

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Barnes can’t help but grin at Roger’s reaction, but he’s quick to hide it behind his hand, a silent laugh shaking his shoulders. After 30 seconds, he’s able to get himself under control, grin still plastered on his face. 

“Oh lighten up Rogers, no one’s going to believe it. It’ll be our little secret, yeah?” He playfully waggled his fingers at the other, nose wrinkling in delight.

@battlesthatmatter​  said: "it wasn’t your fault."      ↪ misc angst starters

It wasn’t exactly easy to go into hiding, not when your face was so well known. Maybe not as much as the others but the idea of a person with POWERS that could be so dangerous wandering around and wanted——— it could put a lasting image of someone’s face into the mind of others.  Doing all this, it was new to her. She wasn’t military, wasn’t some spy, not like some of the others. Should’ve been more CAUTIOUS when going out, even in another country and Wanda was learning that. Probably the worst idea when she heard the whispers of people identifying her and the thoughts of them was to use her powers to FLY AWAY.    ❝     I should’ve been more careful. They find one of us, could find all of us. I get that but doesn’t make it any easier. I could’ve put us all at risk but I panicked.    ❞    

( v. lined with blood & snow | turnedwolf!bucky » battlesthatmatter )

they’re running out of time. he’s not even sure how he’s still conscious right now, not sure he isn’t hallucinating that steve’s rescuing him. can’t be steve, he’s too big and too strong and fuck it’s so loud, too loud, too much. shock and a desire to be someplace quiet are the only things really keeping him going. bucky feels like he doesn’t fit in his own skin anymore, an itch he can’t place to any one particular spot. awareness comes and goes. at some point awareness comes back and he realises he’s on the floor, not sure how he got there and only upright because steve was kneeling next to him. something about needing to stay conscious, bucky nodding because he knows if he tries to say “ i’m fine ” neither of them will believe it. it’s still too loud, and trying to move is like in those dreams where your body is heavier than it oughta be so you aren’t getting anywhere as fast as you need to. steve manages to get him back to his feet though, and he figures keeping the other man ahead of him will be a good focus, waves him onward as they try to find a way out of this hellhole. maybe he’s already dead and this is some fucked up afterlife punishment. red skull peeling his fucking face off is pretty horrifying. unfortunately, scarringly, all too clear in detail despite the haze that’s otherwise clinging to the brunet. and even so, he’s not totally sure he isn’t making all of this up, skin prickling at a question from steve he only sort of registers. it’s the tone more than the words that he nods yes to, exhausted to the bone but still moving because steve needs him to. it’s only once outside that they finally pause, on their own briefly in the darkness, and bucky practically collapses against him. adrenaline only acts so long and he’s strung out, almost certain no one’s let him sleep for the last few days. a comment he’s about to idly joke about except steve’s got an arm around him ( fuck is he really cold or is the other that much warmer than he’s been used to? ), along with a mumble of apology this can’t be real steve never apologises, not like this as his shirt is being pulled aside, and then sharp, digging PAIN. the source is teeth against his shoulder, he realises very belatedly, heart pounding in his ears and fingernails digging into the blond’s forearm ( quite possibly tears tracking down his face ) but without the strength to pull away. there might have been some weak attempt to make a noise out of sheer panic, but steve hugs him tighter, leaving him breathless, vulnerable, as darkness edges into his vision to swallow him up...

bucky has some clue-in about monsters being part of the fight only after what transpires at azzano. between that and being rescued by steve ( now going only by his surname, rogers ) however, there’s little learning done until after the fact, and possibly the only reason he’s able to stay out there during the war is because @battlesthatmatter​ turns him.

this is the distinction of getting to be the first added member to rogers’s pack, the bond made more intense by where their friendship already was before the serum. buckyis loyal to rogers only by that point, and willingly follows the other wolf anywhere, even against orders to the contrary. it doesn’t make him hugely popular amongst command, but the howlies are their own group anyway so he gives about zero fucks on the issue.

that said, he struggles a lot with the change. not just the new levels of aggression and the lack of control as the moon waxes and wanes, but the contagion factor. one nearly lethal mistake results in dugan also becoming part of the pack, something he apologizes for almost daily until the fall from the train.

post-train is tricky. there’s even less control, and it takes HYDRA a long time to get not only his mind under their lead but for the wolf side to listen as well. being a wolf made fighting against them much easier initially; it wasn’t unusual to end up tranquilized just so they could get the bodies out, and the howl he made when he heard rogers was gone drew more than just other wolves from miles around. he was dangerous and desperate until that collapse, fully expecting it would be the eventual death of himself. however in the hell they managed it, eventually both sides of bucky are under hydra’s control for the next several decades, aside from an incident here or there. they didn’t like to let him shift because it burned through conditioning faster, and a lot of methods were used to keep him contained or in human form when not actively on a mission or in cryo.

                                  up until he comes face to face with rogers again.

that day is the first full and proper shift he’s been able to have in years and being called back in is what ends the fight more than because either of them have a full victory. it’s enough to do significant damage to the controls on him though, and unsurprisingly by the time the helicarriers go down he’s free enough to be confused about what he’s been doing, angry enough to not stay with rogers, and scared enough to make himself scarce.

bucky has to rediscover his own nature, and hope his mistakes aren’t going to leave anyone worse for wear or drag them into the danger that follows in his wake.

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“Steve’s my best friend. Always has been, always will be. I got his back, and he’s got mine. I know I can always count on him. Sure, he can be a pain in my ass sometimes -- stubborn and reckless and scrappy -- but that’s as much a part of who he is as his principles are. He wouldn’t be Steve if he gave in without a fight. I’ve always admired him for that, for what a strong sense of justice he has. He’s a good man. Better’n me, that’s for damn sure. I trust him in a way I don’t trust anybody else ‘cept Natasha. Doesn’t matter what happens; I’ll always be there for him, and I know he’ll do the same for me.”

The werewolf didn’t give a lick of warning before he broke into a sprint and jumped at Sam. The cooler weather was entirely to blame.

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  rogers should know better by now, to be quite honest. he can tell by heartbeat before the wolf even begins to move what’s about to happen, and yet sam takes the moment like an absolute champ, letting himself be tackled into the pile of leaves that had been raked together earlier. it’s probably the only reason it’s as noisy as it is too, and the vampire can’t help but laugh when they’re practically buried under the mess, the earth soft and cool under him.

     “ if i’d moved to the side you woulda hit the wall y’know, ” he grins, ruffling fur affectionately before trying to wiggle his way out from the pile back to freedom. the statement’s hardly true, but its an easy tease and honestly? he doesn’t really mind being tackled. at least, not by one of his favorite wolves.

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@battlesthatmatter​ asked: Rogers neck was craned back while he stared upwards at the roof, staring at the vision before him in a combination of disbelief, amusement, and exhaustion. The wolf idly rubbed his beard, still trying to figure out exactly how things had ended up this way. His shoulders didn't relax when his husband came outside. The wolf could only gesticulate, mouth agape while he was at a loss for words. Somehow, little Connor was on the roof, apparently making best friends with the local black bear.

Bucky had come out to investigate the weird sounds coming from above him while he’d been cleaning the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but this certainly hadn’t been on his list. The vampire came to stand next to Rogers, mouth falling open as he stared up at his son on the roof. With a bear. Bucky didn’t know whether to laugh or start screaming. At the moment it didn’t look like he was in any danger but that could change in an instant!

     “How...” he trailed off, gesturing at the whole situation.

Connor always had a penchant for hanging out with wild animals, but this was a whole new level. Usually the most they saw of the bears around the property were the tail end as Rogers happily cantered after them through the trees. Either this was a particularly brave bear, or Connor was just really good at befriending the wildlife. And how the hell did they both get up onto the roof?

     “Get down from there!” Bucky finally called exasperatedly. 

"The red slushie or the blue slushie, choose wisely."

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Bucky snorts. “That aint even a question. Blue.”