Bucky

Philicia London Ms.Reider English 12 cp 6-1-2017 Black Widow Mythology Natasha Romanoff was born circa 1928. During WW II Nazi attacked her hometown and the building she was in was set on fire. Her Mother quickly tossed her into the arms of a Russian soldier. His name was Ivan Petrovitch and he soon became the caretaker of Natasha. After that her mother was consumed by the flames. Ivan brought Natasha under his care and soon had to protect her from

Steve, there was only one that included them all... “Bucky”. It was the name he had always known, the name that meant more to him than anything else in the world. The name that could heal all of his wounds or even bring him back to life. The name he had promised to never forget and to love no matter what. It was the name of his first love and, without doubt, his last. It's hard to believe that just one name could mean so many different things... “Bucky!” he had shouted for the first time on a school playground

from his father. Inside was a brand-new ventriloquist dummy called Bucky. Henry felt so happy and hugged his father. He said “This was the perfect gift. Thanks Dad!” Rick his friend says “ What a new cool dummy Henry. Why don’t you try it out?” Henry started using his new dummy. It worked like a charm. Henry started using his new dummy. One time Henry wanted to do a performance for his

Ethics are the standards set by a specific institution that provides clear guidelines for acceptable behaviors. James Svara outlines 4 dimensions of ethics as duty, virtue, principles and benefit to society. Each of these dimensions are standard of exceptional public service. At the core of all ethics in bureaucracy is the commitment to provide the greatest good for the greatest number. Moreover, Public Administrators are responsible for countless tasks to ensure that all recipients of a bureaucratic

pale. “Steve?” Bucky asked concerned. “I’ll be right back I just…” Steve jumped off the couch andean to the bathroom where he proceeded to empty his stomach’s contents. He felt a warm hand on his back. “Did you eat the bread sticks?” He asked knowingly. “I thought just a couple wouldn’t hurt but it’s been awhile since I’ve had to deal with allergies.” Steve whispered. He shut the toilet seat and flushed it. he went to stand up but swayed so Bucky carefully guided him to the sink. Bucky wet a washcloth

and refused to let Bucky near him. Some couple of hours had passed, he had eaten and napped several times, always making sure to stay clear of Bucky. He didn't want Bucky to see him at his worst, he didn't want to say something that he didn't mean, and he really just didn't want to be scolded which would've ended up with him saying something that he didn't mean anyways. So he thought it best to just stay as far away from him as possible. He managed to successfully avoid Bucky for about four hours

Tony pushed himself up on the hospital bed, rubbing a sore hand against the gauze on his stomach. Bucky looked up at him from the corner of the bed and smiled lightly. “Is everyone okay?” “Yeah, we’re all fine, no thanks to you and the building you flew yourself into.” “Well it’s not like I was trying to, but I did all the calculations and that was the solution with the highest success rate.” Bucky rolled his eyes, leaning his chin against his palm. “You could have died.” He motioned to the gauze

— —— Bruce found Bucky rummaging around in the kitchen, he looked at him for a second confused. “Do you need help?” Bruce asked quietly trying not to startle him. Bucky still tensed. “Uh… No. I was looking for some stuff to make Steve but I guess we don’t have it. So I guess I’ll have to go out and get it…” Bucky had’t been grocery shopping in literal decades. “What are you looking for?” Bruce tried to help. “3 cloves of garlic, cayenne pepper, raw honey, and a mortar and pestle. I also need

"Bucky!" Steve yelled, leaning as far out of the gaping hole in the train as he dared. "Grab my hand!" Bucky inched closer, mindful of the loose rail he was clutching for dear life. "I can't! It's too far!" he replied, feeling the rise of panic. His eyes stung from the wind. "Steve! l- I'm not gonna make it!" "You have to! I told your ma I'd bring you home, and like Hell am I gonna disappoint Winnifred Barnes!" Steve shouted back. "Here!" he shuffled closer, grabbing Bucky's hand. "I've gotcha

"Bucky, tell me about the olden days again." Your hands weaved through his hair, feeling the silky locks slip between your fingers. The sun was setting in the distance and the gleaming golden rays penetrated the western glass wall and cast luminous patterns on the walls. Gentle music playing in the background, soothing the both of you. "Again?" There was a hint of a smile on his voice as he shifted his weight, making sure he wasn't crushing you as he sat in between your legs. You constantly