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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 4 months

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Little christmas present for the Stucky shippers out there: The German subtitles left out the 'friend' so it says 'the man he knew and loved'.

The man he knew and loved would never pull the trigger

#yeah <3 #what if #what if season 2 #what if spoilers #stucky

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 4 months

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i wanna live in the universe where they’re canon😤

#peggynat #what if #captain britain

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 5 months

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a couple of folks here queued my last Hanukkah sweater bucky art for a whole year and so i thought i would provide: another

#james buchanan barnes #bucky art #Bucky barnes #jewish bucky barnes

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 5 months

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WHERE is the binary fan art 😩😭

#the marvels #the marvels spoilers #binary #maria rambeau

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 5 months

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seeing the marvels tomorrow and i can only assume that this is how it’s going to go!!

#valcarol #valkyrie #captain marvel art #captain marvel #the marvels

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 5 months

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Marvels After Credit Scene that Didn't Happen but is Canon in My Heart:

So I really want a scene of one of the Flerkittens (white with blue eyes) to be wandering around the street meowing and then we see boots coming up to it and two hands reach out and then you see it.

The metal arm.

It picks up the kitten and walks off, maybe if you're feeling really fancy maybe a few lines of quiet "hey, hey, it's okay Sweetheart" or something like that and then BOOM we have Alpine in the MCU

Then cut to Thunderbolts and Bucky still has no idea that Al is a Flerken until they're in a fight and she gets attacked and Bucky is terrified they're gonna hurt his cat and then Alpine just gobbles them up and then like Yelena is like "JAMES BARNES WHAT THE FUCK"... Cut to Bucky looking equal parts horrified and impressed and just picks up Alpine and goes "uh...good girl?"

#yeah <3 #bucky barnes #alpine the cat #the marvels #flerken #flerkittens #the marvels spoilers #not really but

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 5 months

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the marvels (2023) is for the girls and the gays I can promise you that much

#I would say don’t go into it w high expectations #go into it ready to have fun and go with the flow #I really did enjoy it #the marvels

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 6 months

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loki’s timeslipping still scares mobius a bit 🥲 (im dead the finale killed me)

#loki #loki season 2 #lokius #mobius

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 9 months

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Layered brush work

Available on Redbubble!

Previous: 15.

Next: 17.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the winter soldier art

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 9 months

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#bucky meta #bucky barnes #polls

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 9 months

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Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo! Pride - Coming Out prompt // Rated G // Soft morning moment (and shenanigans) with Sarah and Bucky

Let The World Know

(Title obvi adapted from Diana Ross' "I'm Coming Out")

Bucky Barnes was a funny kind of contradiction. In all the stories Sam told the boys--when Bucky wasn't around to hear--he made the super soldier sound badass or scary. There wasn't a locked room in the world that Bucky couldn't get into. Not a fight he couldn't win. Not a decision he couldn't influence. The strongest, scariest people in the world were terrified of him and, if there were teams being made, everyone wanted Bucky on their side. And Sarah knew all of this was true. She'd done her own research on him. Bucky had sat down and told her himself about his past. She'd seen some of it in play, whether it was the time someone had threatened 'Captain America's family' or the fights she watched on the news or just him convincing the waitress to give him an extra free sweet tea. He could even negotiate the boys (Sam included) into a reasonable bedtime with no tears.

And yet, here was that same man, stumbling through her house like he didn't know the layout exactly, sleep pressed and rumpled, eyes hazy with lingering slumber. He was wearing a shirt that Sarah knew for certain was not his, because she'd bought it for Sam ages ago. He was also wearing a pair of Sam's athletic shorts because apparently he didn't own his own. And he smelled just like Sam's body wash. Except, it wasn't only the body wash. It was Sam all over. His room and his sheets and his warmth. Sarah got plenty of hugs from her brother. It never left her smelling like him.

Bucky pawed at the counters searching for any semi-clean mug that had been left out. There weren't any. When Sam did dishes, he didn't cut corners. And he was aware of Bucky's distaste for mornings, his half conscious habits. He definitely put all the mugs away.

Sarah watched him silently for a few seconds before she let herself into the living room. The couch was just as it had been the night before. The stack of young-readers chapter books that AJ had been tearing through was still on the arm and Cass's half complete science experiment was nestled in the opposite corner. The blanket that normally hung on the back of the couch was nowhere to be found, nor was the pillow Bucky had been using while he stayed in Delacroix.

She came back into the kitchen and continued to watch Bucky as he glared at the coffee machine, like that was going to fill the mug he'd found from somewhere.

"I'll say good morning in a second," he offered after a few more seconds of silence.

Sarah hummed and leaned back against the far counter. "James Barnes, did you just come out of my brother's room?" she asked when she thought he was suitably distracted again.

Bucky flinched like a cat who had been startled. "What? No," he scoffed. "Why would I be in Sam's room? He's home. There's no reason for him to be there. I mean, me to be there."

Sam had mentioned that Bucky couldn't lie. And it was true he had dimples that always gave away the game when he was pretending to blame the boys for something he did. But Sarah hadn't really believed that the world's greatest ghost intrigue story would literally be incapable of lying to the people who knew him. This was just sad. Even Sam would've done better and he was a God-awful liar.

"Barnes," she said warningly. "You're covered in his clothes and his soap and..." She reached over to tug the collar of the oversized shirt away from his neck. "His bruises."

Bucky's cheeks erupted in such a blush, Sarah could practically feel it radiating against her hand. But he didn't back away from her or bat her hand away like he would if she was Sam. She had to pull her hand away from the damning love bites that littered the lower half of his neck.

Bucky's eyes kept flicking from her face to the, still empty, mug in his hands and then back again. He was wide eyed but not scared. A little embarrassed, maybe. A little frustrated, undoubtedly. "I shouldn't be allowed to exist before ten in the morning," he complained and set the mug aside. "Sam knew I'd be the one to get caught."

"You're the only one who could get caught," Sarah pointed out. "It's his room."

"He wears my clothes too," Bucky defended weakly. He brought his hand up to his neck, rubbing at the bruises gently. "Normally they heal faster than this but last night..."

Sarah quickly waved him off. "I do not need details just 'cause I figured it out."

Bucky rolled his eyes his good-naturedly. "I was just going to say that last night as we did was mack on each other, so these are more fresh than they usually would be."

Still, Sarah grimaced, suddenly twelve years old again and disgusted that Sam had kissed Erica W at summer camp. Her face must have shown it because Bucky burst out laughing with that surprised guffaw of his that he always tamped down quickly. "Sarah Wilson," he mimicked her from earlier. "Are you worried I'm giving your brother cooties?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "Who knows what you brought with you from the 40s. It's like those folks up in the Arctic defrosting old pathogens."

Bucky clutched at his chest. "And here I was, thinking Sam had used all the old man jokes available."

Sarah gave him a fond smile and he turned his attention to his fingers, picking at his cuticles.

"Is...is it okay that I'm-- That we're together? Me and Sam," he added with a nervous glance up through his eyelashes.

He reminded Sarah so much of the night Sam had first come out to her. He'd hidden it so perfectly in high school that he'd had to call an old flame of his to prove it to her, that this wasn't a new realization but a fully realized part of him. And then, 20 and halfway through his first tour, back for Christmas break, he'd told her about the man he'd fallen in love with in his training class. He'd been so nervous. He could barely even get the words out. It seemed like he spent the whole time fighting himself not to backtrack out of it.

But the way his eyes had lit up when she asked (demanded) to see a picture of them had said far more than any stuttering explanation ever could. That night, he'd told her that he'd never understood why she was so excited about planning dates or a wedding, but now he got it. Everything they did together, he said, was the most exciting thing that could happen.

Riley had become family, a missing piece whose absence wasn't visible until it was nonignorable. And that hole had been around for so long now, coring through Sam no matter how many layers he tried to cover it in.

And now, Bucky Barnes was fidgeting in her kitchen, looking the same kind of scared and convicted that Sam had all those years ago. The same kind of all enduring love was pouring out of him even as he sought her permission or approval. She wondered if she put her hand to Sam's chest, if she'd feel his soaring heartbeat again, instead of having her touch pass right through to muscle and bone.

"I have never been able to tell my brother anything," she said as noncommittally as she could.

Barnes looked about as strained as she expected. "I'm not asking if you're gonna talk him out of it. I wanna know if you're okay with it. With me."

Sam had told lots of stories about how badass and scary Bucky could be. He'd even had half a conversation like what Barnes was hinting at here, giving her a chance to ask him to keep that kind of history and danger away. But yesterday Sarah had stood right here in the kitchen and watched Bucky shove his arms elbow deep into a mud hole to catch a frog for Cass. And she'd heard him read to AJ until they were both passed out. And she knew, even without having to test her brother's heart, that he made Sam laugh again. And scowl and dance and cook and play in the ocean like a kid.

"Yes, Barnes," she agreed. "You're alright."

Bucky leaned against the counter next to her and gently nudged his shoulder against hers. "I appreciate it," he said and sounded like he genuinely meant it.

When his arm brushed around her back, she thought he was going to hug her. It wasn't until he was hissing at the heat of the coffee that she realized he'd stolen her mug and was chugging it down before she could snatch it back.

"Oh, you are just perfect for him!" she accused with a disbelieving laugh. She reached for the towel that hung off the front of the stove and snapped it at Bucky's hip, even as he made some undignified noise and danced away from her.

"Sarah, wait!" he pleaded between laughs, swinging open the fridge door to put a barrier between them. "We might be family one day. Have mercy."

"That ship's sailed, Barnes. Welcome to family," she said with her own laugh as she jumped around the side of the door to swat at him again. He went running for Sam's door while she called foul. Her objections worked about as well as they ever did on Sam too.

Welcome to the party, she thought while she listened to Sam and Bucky scuffle in the bedroom before Sam had shoved Bucky back out into the hallway to be at Sarah's mercy. Welcome, indeed.

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sarah wilson #ficlet

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jamesbi-canonbarnes · 10 months

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Congrats on 4k!!!! Ok so u know that pic of those girlfriends, one lying down and the other sitting on top, doing their makeup?? What about that, but shrunkyclunks 👀