You are constellations, and you are breaths that swirl in cold times
and you are the music that thrums across my pulse late at night


rorgers:

On your left.

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✕tws ✕catws

theheirsofdurin:

Winter Soldier + bionic arm

bbybarnes:

#i don’t think their goal was to make an assassin who is so hot #but here we are (via)

oras:

explain how this country is supposed to maintain its national security now that he has laid waste to our intelligence agency.

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