Sherlock + red
↳ Bucky struggles with his memories and looks up on the internet what damage the Winter Soldier -he- has done.
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
you ever just want to hold a character
cradle their head in your hands
speak in a soothingly quiet sort of voice
"you deserve so much more”
"I mean, come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell!?!”