#Sam as captain America is the right move he deserves the world

[paarthurnax59]

"Soul of Liberty"

chapter 3

 Warnings: swearing, angst, and hating on exes   

Dean packed a small bag for the next few days while traveling to New York city. He made sure to bring a suit, fake IDs and a copy of the invitation to the Gala. He needed to find a way to get passed security when he got there. Not to mention how expensive New York was and getting a motel was going to be pricier. But he was determined. Dean was determined to expose you for what you are in front of the whole world if he must. Then maybe you would be as miserable and alone as he was. The Avengers would dump you and forget about you and making sure the entire world would turn against you. It’s what you really deserved after all.

   He just got his stuff together and placed it all in the Impala when he saw Sam in the doorway to the garage with his arms folded. 

“What do you want, Sam?” Dean scowled at him closing the door to his baby.

“Dean, where are you going?” Sam asked not moving from his spot. 

“Going on a little vacation, Sammy. I need sometime away, and I don’t have a long time.” He replied 

“Dean, I know what you are doing. It’s written all over your face.” Sam looked at him giving him a puppy dog face when he’s trying to talk him out of something. “Dean, please just let it go. Let (Name) go and just live your life. Don’t let her get to you like this.” Sam trying to reason with his older brother who as stubborn as their own father. “Besides, if the Avengers find out what you are trying to do, they will tear you apart.”

“Not if I exposed her in front them and the whole world. Let’s see how loyal they’ll be when they find out how much a dirty, backstabbing whore she is.” Dean huffed with a smirk while Sam looked at him like he wasn’t even looking at his brother.

“Is that what you are trying to do? Ruin her life that she has now?”

“She ruined mine, Sam. Now I think it’s time I return the favor. I’m tired of hearing on the freaking news, from the people we interview and even other hunters of how freaking amazing she is and when I tell someone I used to be married to her, they laugh at me and say ‘Yeah, right keep on dreaming pal, none of us are that lucky!’ She’s defiantly out of your league!” Dean confessed to Sam and the younger man’s eyes grew wide. “and as for her powers and that freaky hair color of hers? You know how she got them? Because I have a very good idea.”

“And what idea is that dean?” Sam asked, starting to feel very tired about hearing his brother’s crazy ideas.

“She sold her soul to become a superhero, plus to make her so attractive that no man would be able to resist her, not even Captain America himself.” Sam’s eyes furrowed his eyebrows when his brother alleged his ex had done. “Yeah, pathetic right? That she needed to sell her own black soul to be something to someone, because she knows no one would love her for who and what she is. A fraud and a cheater. She wanted to remain relevant and be something that she isn’t and get men like Steve Rogers. Knowing well she couldn’t do better than me if she were still an unattractive nobody.”

“Dean, you don’t have any proof of that. And if she did, she is going to be biting the dust in ten years and being tortured in Hell.  She’s done for in a few years.” Sam retorted trying to stop his brother from making a huge mistake. “As for ruining your life, she’s only doing that because you are obsessing over her. She wasn’t the one that made her cheat on your girlfriend that you were so proud to have that you rubbed it in her face, that was you. (Name)’s got nothing to do with what is happening now. We haven’t even seen her sense that day at the restaurant all those years ago.” Sam continued to try to reason with his brother who mind seemed to be too warped to see sense. “And of course, people are not going to believe that you were married to her. To them you’re a nobody, but she is known superhero throughout the world.” Sam tried to talk but all Dean did was scowl at him, wondering why his brother is defending the slut that cheated on him with his soulless body. “Besides, have you seen her fight? We see her tearing robots apart and that sword she has?! It slices through metal! FREAKING METAL! God’s sakes! She will beat the living daylights out you if the Avengers don’t get a hold of you first! You’re a dead man if you even try this!”

“Why are you defending her so much? You remember what she did to me? To us? She tore us apart for months and didn’t have a good excuse for it.”  Dean spat out spitefully waving his arms around. 

“Dean, that was years ago. Just let it go.”

“Do you want to fuck her too?” Dean accused him making Sam’s eyes grow wide while he took a small gasp.

“Dean…you can’t be serious. Do you even hear yourself?” Sam answered shaking his head his brother.

“I mean, you already did, didn’t you? while I was still married to her?” Dean scowled at him stepping closer to Sam. 

“Dean, I was soulless! I didn’t know what I was doing! You knew that! I would have never slept with your wife if I was still me!” Sam reasonably defended himself, knowing Dean must understand that he would never hurt him like that intentionally.

“Then why are you defending her? She blamed you for the affair remember?! Tell me Sam, how long did you have a thing for my ex-wife, uh? When was I first met her or when he first started dating? Or was it after I tied-the-knot with her? When was it? I mean, I know for a fact you could do better Sam, but I have seen you with some nasty chicks before, like Ruby.” Dean stared at him leaving his brother in absolute state of disbelief. Had his brother hit a new low? Why had he gotten so dark all of a sudden? Did Dean really hate (Name) that much to want to risk everything that he had built? Sam was about to say about Dean’s ludicrous claims suddenly Castiel appeared next to Dean.

“Don’t do this, Dean. You are better than this. We all hate (Name) for what she did to you, but this is taking it too far. You need to stop, or things are going to get worse for you. You already lost your girlfriend, who was a good woman. You really think trying to ruin (Name)’s life is going to make you feel better? You think this will give you closure? You think you will be happy after this? Guess what, Dean? It won’t!” Castiel trying to help but Dean just sneered at him. 

“Yeah, it will. I’m not going to sit here and watch the bitch that betrayed me get everything because she saves the world a couple of times, while we saved the world more times long before the Avengers even existed. She doesn’t deserve it. Any of it.” Dean grumbled going to the front seat  if his car and almost got in when Castiel zapped in at his side and grabbed on to Dean’s shoulder. 

“Dean, I’m begging you. Don’t do this.” Castiel warned him one finally time, he wasn’t going to physically stop him. Dean shrugged him off and got in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. He turned baby on and opened the garage door to the open road and one his way to the east coast to settle the score with (Name). If he can’t be happy after the divorce, then neither should she. 

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    Dean had arrived in New York in less than a day, nonstop trip with no rest or sleep. Only stopping for food or to go to the bathroom, not wanting to waste any time trying to get everything ready. When he checked into the motel in New Jersey, he spent days preparing for crashing the Gala to expose his disgusting ex in front of her new “friends”.  When the day finally arrived for the Gala, Dean donned on a security guard uniform and drove to the metropolitan Museum. Dean’s mouth gasped when he saw all the rich and powerful gathered to drink wine that costs more than what his baby was worth. He searched the crowd of the elegantly dressed people to see if he could get a good glimpse of (Name) anywhere.

“Where are you, you bitch?” Dean grunted as he took out his binoculars. He act as if it was a normal hunt going after a monster. Only instead of killing a monster, he was going to reveal one. The destroy the image that everyone perceived her to be and show the world of what she really was. He just had spot his target and get passed security. 

Then, he saw a black Mercedes pull up on to the red carpet of the MET and could see the famous Captain America get out of the car with the help of the chauffeur. He was wearing what looked like a designer black tuxedo with a bowtie. and then he saw her.

(Name) emerges out of the luxury car, and to say she was beautiful was an understatement. She looked like an absolute goddess. Her long white, hair was styled in elegant 40’s curls. Her make up done so exquisitely that it made her skin look completely flawless, like she was a model. And don’t get him started on the dress. The dress she wore was most defiantly a high-end designer gown with a dark shade of blue that was off the shoulders and an A-line skirt, like the evening sky. The dress probably cost more than what he and Sam would spend more on groceries for an entire year. She looked incredible and Dean hated it. 

    Dean then sees Captain America grab her hand and she smiled as he escorted her up the steps of the museum and to the party. The crowd clapped and applauded the pair, and she sheepishly waved her hand at the crowd as she grabbed onto Captain America’s arm nervously. He whispers something her ear and she giggled.  Dean can’t lie when he thought about how beautiful (Name)’s smile was. He imagines her laugh when he remembered the time they would laugh together.

  Dean suddenly had his blood boil once again watching his ex-wife, cozy up to the biggest heart throb in America. 

“Oh… feeling jealous now, are we Dean? I mean really don’t blame you either. She looks otherworldly. No wonder so many men are falling in love with her.”  Said the voice in his head while watching his beautiful ex. 

“Shut up! I am not jealous. I just think it’s disgusting that someone as awful as her is with a guy like him! He must not know about her shady past. Poor Bastard.” Dean said looking back to his binoculars again. “I’ll be doing the guy a favor by exposing her before they get super serious. She needs to be knocked down a peg and I’m the one person that do that.”

‘You know, for someone who claims to be over a cheating ex, you sure do like to obsess over her like an addict. Not everything is as it seems, Dean. You don’t know what happened to her during those five years since you have seen her and a lot can happen, Dean. She could have changed for the better.”

“Shut up will you! Look at her! Do you really think she has suffered?! she’s a world-famous superhero, drop-dead gorgeous and is dating captain pretty boy? Yeah, I think she’s doing pretty good for herself. Then again, she sold her soul for it, so no she doesn’t deserve it! Besides, do you think I care what she had been through?! After what she did to me?! Why does she deserve to be happy?! Why?!” he yelled back, not knowing why he was talking to these voices in his head.

"You would be surprised at what you find out, Dean. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you of what you may discover.” Said the voice again but Dean didn’t want to listen. He then zeroed in on his focus on (Name) and her date, wanting to puke. She cheated on him and she gets to be the arm candy to the Steve Rogers, Mister virtue and righteousness? Not on his watch.  He parks his car in a place where it would not be spotted by large crowd. Time to get to work.

#the avengers #supernatural #dean winchester #steve x reader #angst #marvel #dean winchester angst #steve rogers angst #captain america fluff #steve rogers fluff

[chkemo]

Head Cannon:

Sam is a complete nut for Christmas. Decorations up day after Thanksgiving, listening to Christmas music and watching all the silly predictable Christmas movies. He loves buying or making gifts for everyone. I mean everyone, his barber, the lady at the farmer's market that sells homemade fried pies. Great gifts, thoughtful gifts. Especially his boyfriend. Everyday up until Christmas Sam has a store bought gift or a handmade gift for Bucky on Bucky's nightstand when he wakes up, wrapped in the most beautiful wrapping paper with the most gargantuan bow no matter the size of the gift.

Sam and Bucky have been together for a year and living together for 6 months. Their relationship was pretty world wind; after moving to Delacroix, Bucky immediately began to seduce his best friend. That co-therapy session, where Sam had strongarmed his chair toward him and gotten all up in his space thick thighs brushing against his...gave him thoughts. Once, they'd ironed out their differences and and Sam had set him straight about all the Captain America drama. They'd been closer than ever and Sam had started to melt in his hands like chocolate.

Bucky was good to Sam gave him everything he could ever want or need. All except, he felt completely inadequate in the gift giving department when compared to Sam. Bucky was an acts of service kind of lover and did what Sam needed without him asking. Notice the gutters were clogged, Bucky was on it. Notice Sam wince while putting on a shirt, a hot bath and massage were his too, but he'd never really bought Sam anything and he really wanted to do that for Sam. Not because Sam wanted him to, he'd told him so a thousand times over the course of the previous weeks, but bucky wanted to buy Sam something because Sam deserved it for all he did for Bucky and everyone else in his life.

Bucky asked everyone he could that he thought would know what he could buy Sam. He spent a ridiculous amount of time with Sarah picking her brain and it isn't until she asked him what's the first word that comes to mind when he thinks of Sam and immediately "forever" comes to mind that he knows what to buy.

So a few days before Christmas, he pulled all the strings and favors he could imagine to get Sam a custom made wedding band in record time. After Sam fell asleep on Christmas Eve he wrapped the ring box in gaudy paper and found a bow so big you couldn't see the box underneath. He set it on Sam's nightstand before placing a kiss on his soon to be fiancé's brow. Sam squirms which nearly gives Bucky a mini heart attack before snuggling deeper into his pillow.

Bucky returns to bed and falls asleep wrapped around Sam. He doesn't wake up until he feels Sam nudging him enthusiastically and squealing about there being a gift on his table for him. He didn't expect anything from Bucky so he was extremely excited to see the comically wrapped gift. He doesn't open it until after he has kissed Bucky thoroughly and thanked him. Too eager to see what his boyfriend had gotten him to wait for Bucky to open his gift not that Bucky would miss Sam's reaction.

When Sam has finally removed the wrapping, he pauses and looks at Bucky with a question in his eyes and shaky hands. Buck just says open it and as he does Buck climbs off the bed gets on one knee and gazes at Sam and waits for his answer. He had a speech but he can't seem to remember any of it except to say "Sam will you be my forever"

Sam isn't a crier not really, disney movies notwithstanding, but the tears start streaming and don't stop for some time after he accepts and allows Bucky to slide the ring on the right finger.

Afterwards, they make love.

#head cannon #sam wilson #sambucky #bucky barnes #may flesh out later #more like a story outline than just a head cannon #sambucky fanfiction #Merry Christmas

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Scars

Chapter 3: Good Father

Alice woke up to the wonderful smell of eggs and bacon, not even wondering or worried about who the hell was making it, she raced upstairs and sat at the counter "Food," she said.

"Well, it is nice to see you too after you ignored all 36 of my calls," Tony said as he put some eggs on two plates along with bacon Alice didn't say anything

"the silent treatment, okay, I get it I deserve that much" Tony gave her a plate and took a seat next to her. She still didn't say anything.

In the middle of eating, Tony slides her a packet. He usually did this. Giving her a file or packet to tell her what was happening outside. Who was the President or governor, who were the territories, or who on a Grammy who was the new and hotties celebrity why what big disasters or miracles happen? Things she needed to know to not feel like an outsider, even if she'd never been outside. But this packet was different, very, very different, from the others.

" What is this" Alice asked

"file on the avenger and S.H.I.E.L.D. I figured if you're going to live with us, you should know a little about everybody," Tony said casually. It took her a few minutes to process what he had said 

"I...what?" she was confused and a bit scared? She didn't really know why. She just couldn't process it. 

"you'll be moved into the Avengers Tower I already have a room prepared for you. The Team and Happy and Pepper look forward to meeting you officially, but they are and will be the only ones to know about you. Your 'adventures' will be contained to a few floors in the tower unless someone else is there, then you are to stay in your room. You will not leave the tower no matter what you will not leave the tower. Also, the same rules here apply there as well do you understand me same rules." 

"I get to move in with you ... and your friends. I get to have friends," Alice laughed 

"but before all that, you'll have to study this packet and then pack, okay?" Tony said, she started laughing uncontrollably. Tony pulled her into a hug, and her laughter turned to tears as she cried against her chest. It was then that Tony knew he was finally making the right decision.  

After a while Tony left, promising to return tomorrow Alice continued packing boxes, filling her room, and flipping through the packet he left her.

 She learned about Steve Rogers, Aka Captain America, a World War II super soldier frozen in ice only to be unfrozen in the 21 century.  

Bucky Barnes, Aka Winter Soldier, also a soldier from World War II, fell off a train during a mission back in the 1940s lost his left arm in the fall, then was taken brainwashed and memory wiped by an organization called Hydra he was saved a year ago and had slowly been getting his memory back.

Natasha Romanova, Aka Black Widow, a skilled assassin, used to be a part of a Russian program called the Red Room but switched sides, joining an American organization called S.H.I.E.L.D.

Clint Barton, Aka Hawkeye skilled assassin and markmen part of the S.H.I.E.L.D. organization.

Bruce Banner, Aka Hulk a brilliant scientist who turns big and green when angry after a little too much exposure to gamma radiation. Alice had studied several of his books.

Thor Aka...Thor is a god from a different world who controls lightning and carries a hammer.

And Sam Wilson, Aka, probably the most normal person out of the whole team, ex-military but also the owner of Wings made out of lightweight titanium ribbing and Mylar. He was the most recent addition and was mainly a part-timer as he also worked for the airforce. 

And some fancy secret, not so secret anymore, Organization called S.H.I.E.L.D, which is short for  Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, what a mouthful. 

There was more to the packet, but she didn't bother to read the rest. Far too anxious to focus on any more words. 

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, Miss Stark?"

"Do they know about me, the avengers? Are they aware of me?" she asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"They are aware of you, ma'am"

"Do you think they'll like me?" she asked as she anxiously rung her hands. These would be the first people she'd meet outside her family. This would be her first time outside this cell house since childhood. She'd always dreamed about this day but never imagined it would come. And now she didn't know how to feel or what to do. She never dreamed of actually making it past the door. 

"I believe they will adore you, Miss Stark, as I do"

"Sometimes I forget you're not a real person. Thank you, Jarvis"

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Misc Marvel Fic Recs (Part 4)

Somewhere between hello and goodbye by buries and ohstars

"I think…" The radio crackles as if he’s clearing his throat. "We don’t want you to be alone anymore."

Pressing her lips together, Wanda swallows thickly. She clears her throat, hoping to find the words she needs to try and dissuade him from following this line of thought. She knows where it leads. She thinks she’s been sensing him following that path since he’d tried to get her to pass the borders of her property and take a thin dirt road leading her to somewhere else. Somewhere beyond her missing them.

"I think you should go," Billy says quietly. "Tommy does, too. But I think you should go somewhere louder. It’s too quiet here, Mom."

"I’m fine, Billy," she says with a light laugh, the sound coming out hollow and fake.

The radio’s static sounds like he’s shaking his head. "No, Mom," he says gently, "you’re not."

Wanda remains quiet. She cannot go where he cannot follow.

"I’ll come with you," he says as if he'd read her mind. He laughs warmly, "Family is forever."

—

In the aftermath of Westview, Wanda struggles with the loss of her family. Billy takes it upon himself to try and help his mom move forward… even if that means she leaves him behind.

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A slice of life by capstar98

A day in the life of Peter Parker as he navigates Central Park, takes down villains with dumb costumes, and eats hot dogs. And of course, how everything goes wrong along the way. Hopefully, he'll at least get some pie at the end.

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Can we go back to the world we had (I don’t belong here) by good_bones

It’s been eleven days since the multiverse villains faded into sunlight nothingness. Eleven days since this universe forgot that Peter Parker ever existed. Eleven days since the Statue of Liberty. Eleven days since Peters 2 and 3 got stuck in this universe.

Peter just wants to go home. This isn’t home.

(Peters 2 and 3 get stuck in Peter 1’s universe when Strange sends everyone else back. Peter 2 has to navigate a grieving kid, an angry vigilante, and an unfamiliar universe that doesn’t remember them, all while trying to understand the Multiverse before it destroys him.)

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In the years that follow by goldenhand9107

After Matt defeats Fisk (for the second time), life goes on.

With a couple of speed bumps along the way.

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Our lives lead other lives by riko

"Those things Billy's learned to bundle up tightly, keep compact and hidden so far down that even he forgets they're there sometimes. The gay thing is one. The being bullied at school is another. Now the spellcasting, shooting lightning from his fingertips, and fighting evil are rounding out the roster."

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Sam deserves better than these assholes by lazulisong and verity

The screen blipped and the person reappeared, now clutching a large Ragdoll cat who was purring even as the human muffled another scream in it's fur. "Omigod. Omigod. I'm calm. I'm calm. GUYS. So you remember how I said I hoped you'd send in reaction vids to the hairstyle tutorials? I think Captain America just sent me one, oh my fucking God." They squeezed the cat tightly enough that it let out a mildly protesting squeak. "OH GOD, Roadkill, I'm so sorry, Mommy's so excited right now." They let go of the cat and it sort of flowed into a puddle between them and the camera. "Okay. Okay. Roll video."

Sam paused the video long enough to break out the ginger ale and vodka.

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A Star shaped hole in the multiverse by dandelioness666

“But then I think,” Wanda continues, softly. “She’s just a girl. A lost, lonely girl. What parent loves her? Who would I be hurting, by taking her power and her life?” She pauses. “Stephen. What do you think I’ve been doing all this time?”

“Well, for a moment there I thought you’d been chasing this poor girl across the multiverse like a homicidal maniac,” Stephen says.

“No. I have been researching,” she says, eyes steely. “I will find a way to bring back my boys with no commensurate loss. No more sacrifice. I am done cutting deals with the universe.”

What If… Multiverse of Madness actually wrote the characters of Wanda and America coherently?

An anger-fueled rewrite of the entire movie feat. an author who actually watched wandavision and wholesome family bonding and America being her comics-canon badass self

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Out of time (and space) by toocleverfox

Tommy blinked, still stuck on the first thing Billy had suggested. “I followed exactly none of what you just said.” Billy sighed and ran a hand over his face. Slowly, as if someone like Tommy needed anything explained slowly, he said, “You, Tommy Shepherd, can warp time.”

When Tommy wakes up seven years in the past, the first person he goes to for help is Billy because, whenever something goes wrong, all signs usually point to his twin. Except, Billy is fourteen years old with no powers. And he doesn’t know who Tommy is.

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And we’ll never be lonely anymore by traincat

"The world just looks different once you've settled down," Johnny said loftily.

"Johnny," Sue said. "You're FaceTiming me from your husband's aunt's kitchen in your pajamas at 2PM."

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Dibs not by aloneintherain

Inspired by anon: 'AU where the airport fight ends in a minor debate over who has to take Peter home b/c he's literally too young to fly unaccompanied without fuckloads of paperwork.'

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The Angel of Hell's Kitchen by violentlypan

Foggy Nelson only knows three things about his powers:

- He can fly.

- He's using them to help people. And most importantly:

- He can never, ever tell Matt.

#mads posts #fic recs #fic rec list #marvel fic recs #marvel fic rec list

[like-sands-of-time]

Steve and bucky deserved to live happily ever after, not to have dumb ass marvel writers do a hard right turn years after giving him a conclusion with Peggy and proof thst she fucking moved on and lived her own life. It was a crush?? He followed bucky around the world, broke laws, said "fuck the government, and my fellow avengers I'm getting bucky back regardless" and you expect me to believe he's just suddenly gonna go back in time and "fix" it so that they end up together without even saying goodbye to bucky ??? Whom he just got back from the snap??? Yeah seems like real best friend behavior

Also I am so here for Sam being the new captain America, and if Steve wanted to retire then just say that ?? Don't give both him and bucky serious identity crises because Steve just decides to drop off the face of the earth only to come back and be like "Yeah I'm old now somehow and here's my shield"

#no fucking sense #what a fucking horrible way to end a story arc #im still so mad about that whole entire film #and the last one too #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #can we go back to like 2013-2014 where we all just made up better stories than the actual writers lol

[medaledhonor]

plotted starter for @jbbarnes107

Over the course of his life, Steve had learned many tricks most folk would think outside of the purvey of someone like Captain America. Hotwiring, lockpicking, things that made more sense for a person more subtle than a man who made his mark by throwing shields around. But few people actually knew the real Steve, the man under the stars and stripes.

Bucky did, though. Bucky had seen the scrappy 90 lb spitfire and the 200-something super soldier he turned into. 

Steve had taken to retirement because it had seemed the best course at the time. The world had changed, it needed new protectors, so the government said. Steve had done enough, he deserved to make his own way. He was all right with the idea; the years after the Snap had worn a little bit of him away. Losing Bucky, losing Sam, he’d spent a few nights trying to drink the pain away, to no avail. Losing Bucky a second time had almost crushed him.

It was that train of thought that led him to picking the apartment’s lock at five o’clock in the morning, letting himself into the spartan accommodations. He silently shut the door behind him, letting his eyes roam the living room that bled effortlessly into a kitchen. It was a far cry from the Barnes’ apartment he spent so much time in, but it had echoes here and there.

The kitchen was tidy enough to make Winnifred Barnes proud, everything in its place. The living room was almost barren, just a TV, a chair, and a couch. Steve assumed the right of the apartment was the same, a blank canvas for Bucky to add to when things seemed to fit. Steve rubbed his bearded face and smiled a little, then headed to the fridge to start putting away the groceries he’d brought.

In a short amount of time, as the sun peeked through the windows, Steve had shed his jacket and flannel shirt, working over the stove in a careworn tank top, dog tags jingling faintly as he moved about. Eggs sizzled in a frying pan, the smell of bacon filling the air as strips baked in the oven. Between minding the eggs and watching the bacon, the former soldier cut thick slices from a loaf of sourdough bread, another pan heating so he could toast them. He hummed along with the song playing off his phone, an Andrews Sisters tune that hadn’t seen popularity since the war.

#jbbarnes107 #breakfast - buck + steve

[sambucksteven]

I’ve never loved Sam Wilson so much in my life.

The man can read a room. The way he spoke softly with Bucky, matching his tone, when they were on the plane after meeting John Walker... He kept the conversation civil and logical to keep Bucky’s emotion in check. (One of my favorite scenes of ep. 2)

Balances emotion and logic. He acts on emotion but also thinks logically and listens which can be seen a lot when he was with Steve (and now with Bucky). For example, when Bucky left the car with Walker, Sam stayed and let Walker finish speaking before getting out. Even though Walker consistently insulted them and didn’t deserve to be heard.

Maintains an empathetic open mind. When Bucky, Walker, Hoskins, and Sam talked about the Flag Smashers. Sam proposes, just once, they could just be trying to help people. It’s shot down by the ass-clown Walker but Sam has empathy for them and considers every angle of the situation without jumping to conclusions.

Patient and keeps his temperament in check. He will firmly defends himself and others with a level head. But he never gets riled up unless he has a good reason like when he finds out about Isaiah. He has every right to be angry in that moment

Always fights for what is right. THE MAN DROPPED EVERYTHING TO HELP STEVE OUT OF THE BLUE AFTER MEETING HIM TWICE! Two damn times. Come on!

...But always keeps things light and fun. Self explanatory lol This is seen throughout his time in the MCU.

Always says the right thing and affirms what people need to hear. He says it whether they want to or not. He is logical but maintains respect. This can be seen with Bucky consistently, probably because he was working at the VA for vets with PTSD.

Incredibly compassionate. He is a good man which is why he got the shield. This show just proves it. It shows us what Steve saw in him! Bucky beat his ass in WS and he didn’t move his seat up for him CW but the man still TEXTED BUCKY FOR MONTHS DESPITE BEING IGNORED because he knows he’s in pain.

Handles situations with such grace and poise. This is despite the stress and grief that systemic racism brings and despite being absolutely humiliated and heartbroken when they gave the shield to Walker. He gives me grounded Black Panther energy.

Unbelievably charming, hilarious, and charismatic family man who never gives up. NOT ONCE do you see him complaining about money or making demands. He doesn’t get a loan in episode 1 for the boat but says he’ll go to every bank in the area.

GREAT WITH CHILDREN which is why he and Bucky get along lol

YES, Bucky has been my favorite MCU character since forever and yeah, Bucky’s story is sad and heartbreaking...

BUT you are... blind and/or utterly ignorant if you don’t see how heartbreaking it is for Sam.

He is holding it together BECAUSE HE HAS TO! He doesn’t get the option to act on his emotions and throw a tantrum as a black man. He moves forward because he has to and he continues to fight for a country that doesn’t respect him. These are real world issues. Respect him and his journey.

(Rewatch the episodes. Watch his expressions. Mackie went to Julliard he knows what he is doing. His acting is brilliant.)

Sam is such a good person and an incredible character. I LOVE how tfatws is finally showing it. Like that is Captain effing America. I have immense respect for this character and...

YES, I am now 200% in love with Sam Wilson.

Back to Masterlist

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[luna-rainbow]

healing

The time in Louisiana wasn't just a healing moment for Bucky, but important healing moments for both Sam and Sarah.

Long post warning!

Let's talk about Sarah first, because the lady doesn't get enough credit.

She loves Sam, but Sam doesn't belong to her. Sam has bigger battles to fight. She is proud of him and what he does for not only the country, but the entire world. While he's putting his life on the line, she quietly fights her own battle with the family business.

She is devastated when he disappears along with half the world, but she needs to be strong for her kids. 5 years later, Sam returns. She's at the end of the tether, but Sam promises to save the family business, and that gives her hope. That boat is just as sentimental to her as it is to Sam.

Then she witnesses what happens at the bank. It's because she loves Sam so much that she feels wronged. She takes out her anger on him, but in actuality, she's angry because the world doesn't deserve what her brother has sacrificed. Sam regularly puts his neck out for the world, but where are the people when he needs help?

This is why the boat fixing was so important, and why it was so important that Bucky was there. She's scared and alone, and made indignant by people's indifference, but in that scene, she saw the entire town come together for their family. She wasn't alone in her fight anymore, and more than that, she saw that Sam's mysterious Avengers colleagues cared about and supported him. That, as a sister, was what she wanted most.

So when she and Sam sat down to make peace, she could honestly tell him that she supports both his battles.

Now let's go onto Sam.

Sam's just come from confronting Isaiah and John Walker. He's exhausted, both emotionally and physically, but he doesn't want to share the mess with Sarah. Instead, he throws himself into this boat fixing issue, and then Bucky turns up.

Sam's patience isn't limitless, and Bucky is the uncomfortable reminder of what he's trying to get a reprieve from. But Bucky's approach is tentative and mellow, and he can't find a reason to kick him out.

It was important that Bucky offered to stay and help. Neither of them had let each other into their worlds before this, and their relationship was purely professional even when Steve was around. Bucky staying for something so domestic and personal created a sentimental moment they could both share, and that was what they needed to move past collegiality into friendship.

Bucky's apology was the healing Sam needed. Up until then, he was entirely alone in this conflict. He didn't want to share with Sarah, he didn't fully agree with Isaiah, and Walker's behaviour made him question his own decision. Finally, someone was acknowledging his uneasiness and doubts, acknowledging that he is not in the wrong for having these doubts. This helps Sam move forward and embrace what the shield means, with full awareness of its troubled history.

And finally for Bucky. While I do have issue with his need to make amends (which I blame on the script), I think what Sam said was beautifully astute. He told Bucky that more than saying sorry, people wanted him to be of service.

This means while Bucky's "I'm sorry" was good to hear, what Sam found most valuable in their interaction was Bucky staying to help. More than a memory, the boat was Sam's anchor to normality. Fixing it was Sam's way of working through his doubts about the Captain America title, and he appreciated Bucky being beside him in that moment.

He tells Bucky to be of service, because he sees that as his asset. Bucky's not great at finding the right words, but he's a man of action and is good at getting things done. Bucky needs closure, and he can do this by providing closure to the people on his list.

None of the three could have moved forward without each other, and that was probably the most amazing thing about the episode.

(GIF credits: @cantfightfatetoo, @strandtk, @sebastianruinedme)

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[mhysa-leesi]

𝕄𝕣𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕝-𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers 𝒳 (femme) Reader ⭐.

Summary: “Steve Rogers deserves nothing less than an All-American Apple Pie Life, with his Miss America. And he’ll stop at nothing to have it.” 

Word Count: 3,472 

TW‼: Drugging, Kidnapping, Non-Con, Smut, Minor Stockholm Syndrome, Minor Misogynistic Themes, and 1940′s Housewife Themes. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 

AN Cont.:  If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION. 

Steve Rogers is a hero who’s sacrificed so much for the greater good of the world. He’s been fighting his entire life, a constant cycle of getting knocked down, just to get back up and do it all again the next day. A constant blur of black and blue, of broken bones, and bloodied knuckles. Steve didn’t complain too often, he enjoyed waking up every morning and saving the world. He was grateful for the life he led, a life of justice and liberty. So, why did he feel so unfulfilled? Unaccomplished? Incomplete?

Steve would catch himself daydreaming during briefings, dreaming of his childhood. He dreamt about Coney Island, about the smell of popcorn, and the sticky feel of melting popsicles on his fingers. He was stuck in the past and he knew it, maybe he truly was “The Man Out of Time”. He’d journal his thoughts, sketching his memories in charcoal and faded colors. Mostly he’d sketch faces of his past, but there has only been one face as of late that lived within the thick pages. (Y/N). The newest Avenger, his Miss America.

He found himself fantasizing about her with every gentle curve of his pencil, imagining it was his hands running over her hips and not his graphite. The front of his jeans tightened as he shaded her breasts, and he wondered if they were as soft and supple as he made them look on paper. He captured her eyes, adding that sparkle and depth that seemed to become her. Her hair, the unruly hairs, and the ones always perfectly in place. He colored her skin, his heart skipping as he imagined running his lips over the skin of her thighs. Her star-spangled leotard left little to the imagination, so Steve found other things to imagine. The sound of her moans and whimpers, how she’d look as he took her apart one lick and thrust at a time, and how she’d look with him dripping from in-between her legs.

Steve groaned as he threw down his pencil, running his graphite-stained hands over his face in frustration before closing his sketchbook with a soft thump. He needed a distraction--and a cold shower…

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Today was Lila, Clint’s daughter’s birthday, and all of the Avengers were invited to the festivities. Steve sat next to Bucky, both of them donning bright pink party hats with the words “Happy Birthday” on them in glitter swirls. Bucky was telling Steve about a girl he had recently met at some café or something--truth be told Steve wasn’t listening to his best friend. His attention was elsewhere, across the room, to be exact.

You were in a green tonal dress that perfectly complemented your skin tone, with puff sleeves and floral print. Steve was entranced as he watched you bounce baby Nathaniel on your hip. And he watched as the baby babbled and yanked your hair, making you laugh and wince as you handed him back to his mother. He knew at that moment what he had been missing, what he had been deprived of--what he had deserved after all this time. A family, a white-picket fence… You.

It all suddenly made sense as if he had just completed a puzzle he’d been working on since he woke up from the ice. That was what he wanted--no… It was what he needed, what he deserved. All of his life he had made sacrifice after sacrifice, the world owed him this one thing, and he’d have it. No matter the cost.

You were perfect. A nice girl with a strong head on your shoulders and a good heart, who better to start a life with? There was no question, you’d be his wife, the mother of his children. You’d see it in time, but he couldn’t wait for you. He was a man out of time, after all…

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It had been almost a month since his revelation, but it was all due in good time. He had made the arrangements, he had been meticulous in his planning. He made sure to get every single detail right, his and your future depended on his perfection. The trap had been set, now he just needed to go hunting for his prey.

You were just coming back from training with Natasha, your skin sheen with sweat and kissed with soft purple bruises from sparring with the Widow. You were laughing at something she had said, giving Steve a small wave before making your way to the communal fridge. He patiently watched as you grabbed your water bottle, your name written in sharpie with stickers on the front. He fidgeted as you took three big gulps, smacking your lips as water dribbled down your chin and onto your chest.

Steve watched as you made your way to your bedroom, he smiled as he noticed a slight stumble in your steps. The drug took faster than he had expected. He waited until he heard the click of the closing door, but it never came. Like a silent shadow, he crept down the hall to the threshold of your room. You were splayed out on the edge of your bed, legs dangling, and your hair a mess.

He couldn’t help himself. He nudged your arm for a response and nothing; you were out cold. A dangerous smirk crossed his face as he knelt down above you, his shadow consuming you in every delicious way possible. He touched your cheek, tracing down to your jaw, and up to your lips. They were so soft, so plump, and oh, so kissable. He tasted you then, molding his lips to yours in a one-sided dance. Steve shivered as he explored your unconscious body, he groped, squeezed, and tasted your salty skin.

He stopped himself. He only had three hours to move you, six tops if his hunch about you skipping breakfast that morning was right. So, he picked up your unconscious body and began the next steps to his plan…

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When you awoke your limbs were stiff and mind foggy. You stretched away the stiffness and rolled onto your side, blindly reaching for your bottle of water. When your hand failed to meet your nightstand, you froze. What the hell? Confused, you reached out again; telling yourself you just misjudged the distance. But when your hand once again met an empty space, you sat up with a start. You looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. The walls were striped, the floor a godawful floral carpet, and the bed had a wooden frame and a blue blanket tucked into the corners. You blinked, thinking that this room would magically melt into your bedroom at the Tower, and when it remained the same, you blinked again for good measure. You stood on shaky legs and looked around the room once more, disbelief clouding your better judgment. The bedroom looked straight out of a 1940’s catalog.

When the lock on the bedroom door jiggled, you whirled around with your fists raised to meet your captor. You were prepared to see a HYDRA Agent or some other villain with a vendetta against you. What you weren’t prepared for was Steve Rogers. He stood dressed in his old military uniform, his hair neatly combed, and his face clean-shaven.

“Steve? What’s going on?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

What do I mean? “This,” you gesture wildly with your hands in disbelief, “Where are we?”

“Home,” he said calmly.

“Whose home?”

“Ours, honey,”

You narrowed your eyes at the man before you. This couldn’t be your Steve Rogers, this wasn’t your Captain or friend. This was… someone else. You took a tentative step forward, searching for an eerie glow to his blue eyes, for an explanation for his weird behavior. This had to be mind-control, some elaborate HYDRA plot to disarm the Avengers. This wasn’t Steve, right?

“Steve,” you said carefully, “this isn’t our home. We live at the Tower, remember? With Nat, Sam, and Bucky?”

Steve’s frown deepened as you continued to speak to him like an incompetent child, “No. This is our new home, (Y/N). I made it just for us.”

You nodded along as you slowly crept forward toward the door. He shyly stuffed his hands in his pockets as he continued speaking, confessing. When you were close enough, you bolted past him. But you weren’t faster than Steve Rogers. He caught you by the ponytail and threw you back into the bedroom on the floor, kicking the door shut behind him. You scrambled to your feet and into a defensive position as Steve made another grab for you. You twisted and threw a right hook to his jaw, the strength of your powered punch was enough to send him stumbling backward, but it wasn’t enough to win against him. The same serum that made him had made you, too. But you’d be a goddamn idiot to think that you were stronger than Steve Rogers.

You made another run for the exit, but you didn’t get very far as Steve caught you yet again by your ankle. You kicked, punched, scratched, and flailed as he overpowered you. The man straddled your wriggling form and placed his hands around your throat. Squeezing and squeezing until the oxygen caught in your throat and your limbs began to relax. Your arms and legs went lax as your vision began to dot and blacken. When you let out the last wisp of air from your lungs is when Steve released you. You wheezed and gasped like a fish out of the water as you struggled to breathe, to fill your lungs with oxygen once again. You massaged your throat and glared up at Steve who was straightening and dusting off his uniform.

“I’ll only tell you this once, (Y/N). If you disobey me, in any way shape, or form, you’ll be punished. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned, “Now, get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.”

He opened the closet and pulled out a baby blue dress with silver embroidered star details around the off-shoulder neckline, and set it on the bed before you. You sat on the floor, just silently glaring and snarling as he knelt down in front of you with a small velvet box and diamond ring in hand. He grabbed your left hand and went to place it on your ring finger, but before he could slide the diamond on your finger, you wrenched your hand away and cracked him across the cheek. The slap seemed to echo throughout the room as his jaw ticked in silent anger. Before you could react, Steve pulled his hand back and returned the slap. The impact sent your head whipping sharply to the side, and caused your eyes to water with prickling, unshed tears. Your cheek stung when you touched it.

“I told you, (Y/N),” he sighed, “You made me do that.”

“I didn’t make you do shit, Rogers,” you spit.

You flinched as he pointed an angry and threatening finger in your face, “Language.”

He left you then after reminding you of dinner. Alone in the bedroom, you scowled at the dress that seemed to mock you. You threw it onto the floor and stomped out of the room, fueled by anger and hatred.

You found him in the kitchen, knife in hand as he carved a glazed turkey. His smile dropped as he took in your dress-less form. You were still in your gym clothes from earlier. Steve’s nostrils flared as he set the knife down, he stared at the turkey before turning his gaze to you.

“You’re not wearing the dress,”

“No,” you said flatly.

“And why not?”

You scoffed at him, “Why do you think, Steve?”

He moved his head to the side as he grumbled something under his breath. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. You smirked triumphantly, you didn’t know why, but getting under his skin was satisfying. You weren’t going to make this easy for him, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing that damn dress.

As if he had read your mind, he looked back at you with an ominous smile. He rounded the counter and stood in front of you, his large frame so much bigger than yours. In any other scenario, it would’ve been intimidating--having your Captain looming over you so threateningly. But right now, at this moment, you couldn’t care less. You wanted to piss him off, to knock him down off his pedestal. You’d be damned if you bent to his sick will.

Your eyes darted behind Steve to the counter where the knife waited for you. Before he could track your movements, you made a dive for it. Rolling over the island as you quickly readied the knife. You slashed and stabbed at Steve, growling in frustration as he effortlessly blocked and dodged all of your attacks. In one quick and fluid movement, Steve grabbed and twisted your wrist; forcing you to drop the knife. Your heart breaking with the loud clatter as it hits the floor.

Steve dragged you to the table by the back of your neck and slammed your cheek down onto the wood. Empty wine glasses and plates clattered with the impact. You grunted and kicked out your legs blindly, settling for a shin kick--anything. Steve slammed your head against the table once more as you continued to fight against him. He did it again, and again, and again until your vision blurred and your blood splattered against the polished wood. You weakly clawed at the plates and silverware around you, desperately trying to cling onto something. When your fingers wrapped around on a fork, you didn’t hesitate. You stabbed Steve’s thigh and summoned all of your remaining strength to throw him into the wall.

You fell back as you panted for breath, arming yourself with another piece of random cutlery. You threw a steak knife, missing him by just an inch. Steve growled as he dragged you by your kicking legs, hauling you up, just to slam you down onto the table once more. He held your face down as he growled in your ear.

“You have a lot of fight in you, (Y/N). Breaking you is going to be so much fun, honey,”

Slam.

“I’ll beat that spark out of you, if you make me, (Y/N). So why don’t you just be a good girl for me, hmm?”

Steve took hold of your neck once more as he guided you up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shoved you down onto the bed, and you landed on your stomach with a bounce. Your head was throbbing with an uncomfortable fog that settled over your thoughts. You murmured weakly in protest as Steve began to undress you. You felt the blood from your head drip down to your ear and down your neck.

Panic set your heart in motion as you felt him tug your leggings down your legs. Your brain and body kicked into a desperate overdrive as you writhed beneath him. You tried to shove him away, you summoned all of your super strength and thrashed, but you were simply no match for him--you were utterly powerless and at his mercy. His hands explored your thighs, dipping between them and squeezing that soft, supple inner skin. You scrambled to your knees, inadvertently pressing and grinding your ass to his front. He groaned as he moved his hands to your hips, angling them up as he ground down onto you with a silent promise of what was to come.

His hand dipped down and he held his prize within his hand. He groped and you grunted as you clawed blindly at his forearms, grabbing his wrists as he yanked down your cotton panties past your knees. You screamed as he shoved his fingers inside you, forcing his knuckles past your folds. You kicked and cursed him, hoping your struggle would be enough for him to let you go. You screamed louder than you had ever screamed before, so loud your head ached and lungs burned. With an annoyed grunt, Steve wrapped his thick arm around your neck in a chokehold to shut you up. You babbled breathlessly as you slapped at his arm.

“Steve,” you choked, “Please…”

He gave you one last strong warning squeeze before letting you fall flat on your back, coughing and gasping for breath.

“All you had to do was be good for me, (Y/N). I told you, bad girls get punished,”

He withdrew as he undid his fly. You swallowed thickly, wincing as your throat burned from his assault. You grabbed at his wrists, but he just batted your weak hands away as he held you down with one hand. The other gripping his thick, swollen length. You saw the muscles of his stomach tighten as he parted your legs. His grip on the back of your knees was bruising as he held them apart, lining himself up to your entrance. You tried once more to shimmy away, but he had you where he wanted you; vulnerable and open to him. He bent over you, his eyes black with lust, as he invited himself inside of you. He pushed himself inside, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, just relishing in the grip of you. You were too dry, too unwelcoming, but it didn’t matter to him. You were perfect, warm, and tight. He moaned then, as he forced himself deeper into you, pushing and pushing until his pelvis touched yours.

“Steve, please,” you sobbed, “please, stop…”

He shushed your pleas as his face scrunched in pleasure with every shallow thrust. You gritted your teeth to keep yourself silent, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. But he didn’t seem to notice as he tilted your hips up, finding his own slow, steady rhythm as he fucked into you. He cupped your face and forced his lips onto yours, his tongue swiping and exploring your mouth. You slapped at his head, but he never relented, never pulled back from his searing kiss. He moaned into your mouth as his hips skipped a beat. You took that opportunity, the falter of his hips, to bite down on his tongue. Then, did he finally relent.

He pulled away from you, his hips stilling inside of you. He carefully touched his tender tongue, scowling as he pulled away bloodied fingers. Steve drew back his hand and slapped you across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed throughout the room. You sneered at him and he frowned in disappointment before cracking you once more. You yelped as he held you down by your neck. Steve had found a new rhythm, and it was relentless. His tempo was fast, and he made sure to never miss a beat as he hammered into your abused cunt. He put pressure on your throat, but not enough to send you into a pool of cold unconsciousness. No… he wanted you awake for this, lucid, and remembering.

His groans and moans grew louder, duetting with the lewd notes of your squelching pussy and his skin slapping against yours. The repulsive symphony he had conducted finally reached its ungodly climax. You sobbed as you felt his warmth flood within you, as he shamelessly emptied himself deep inside of you. He sat back on his haunches, gently pulling himself from your wet grip. Your body instantly curled in on itself, shielding you from the man before you. The man you had once admired. You lay there, just shaking, whether it was from shock or anger, you didn’t know.

You felt as he dropped the baby blue dress with the silver embroidered stars next to you. You sniffled as you looked at the dress in defeat, silently dressing in the blue cotton. When you were dressed, Steve helped you to your feet, holding you against his chest as he gently swayed you. He caressed your head, embracing you gently as if he hadn’t just used your body, as if he was your sweet and loving husband, as if this was normal.

“Dinner is probably cold by now,” he sighed, “It’s okay, though. You can try again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” your voice was smaller now, weaker, afraid.

He hummed, “It’s a wife’s duty to cook and care for her husband, (Y/N). I think I’d like meatloaf for dinner, and apple pie for dessert. What do you think, honey?”

You hesitated, you wanted to spit at him, to curse, to smack, punch, and kick, but your body was frozen against his. When you didn’t reply, his grip on you tightened threateningly, making you flinch.

“Yes, that sounds good, Steve,” you whispered. He kissed your head as he gently swayed you, his warm release slowly dripping down your shaking legs.

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[bottoms-movie]

SAMBUCKY FIC RECS

so a lot of people seemed interested this so here it is! if ya’ll like this, i can make more parts! this is split into three categories: based on tfatws, canon divergence, and au. all fics are on ao3. all of the fics are complete. some fics do include smut, but i included the ratings, so make sure to check for that based on preferences!

also, feel free to send me asks on your thoughts on any fics or if you’re interested in another sambucky fic rec post!

BASED ON TFATWS

Fill the Hole in my Heart | Not Rated | 4,848 words

Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.

Skip, Reverse | Explicit | 7,945 words

Sam stood in the middle of their local Target with a throw pillow in each hand. The one in his left hand was butter-soft and matched the drapes in the living room, but Bucky had walked by five seconds ago and declared the one on the right “absolutely fucking hideous,” and so now Sam kind of wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.

Sometimes romance is just bickering with your superhero partner/roommate at several different Target locations.

just won’t do right | General | 7,524 words

Sam's eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres' shoulder, "This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really."

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres' cheeks.

Oh, he realizes. Oh. Fuck.

body language will do the trick | Explicit | 12,598 words

“There’s no way you’re going to win this,” Bucky tells Sam. “I am going to love language the shit out of you.”

Sam gives him a considering look. “You do seem like you’d be really good at that.”

Bucky’s cheeks flush with heat. “Thanks, pal, I—”

Sam smirks, and Bucky’s eyes narrow. He shoves his elbow into Sam’s side and stalks off, leaving Sam cackling behind him.

“Your ass looks great today!” Sam yells.

Bucky reaches up to flip Sam the bird, and he definitely does not feel grateful that he wore his good jeans today. Bucky’s ass looks great every day.

checklist | General | 4,716 words

Bucky Barnes keeps a mental checklist of things he knows to be true at any given moment. Sometimes the checklist changes, because he's learned something else about himself. It changes, for example, when he starts realizing that maybe he would like to kiss Sam Wilson. Maybe.

best laid plans | 3 parts | 26,808 words

part 1: baby you’re the wave and I’m ready for the crash | Explicit | 6,616 words

Nah, my plan’s better,” Sam declares, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what plan? Was that a plan? It didn’t sound like a plan to me, it sounded like a vague intention,” says Bucky, still scowling, and Sam grins.

“We’re winging it, the plan is a work in progress! Now c’mon, we gotta make some wardrobe adjustments if we’re gonna get into that club.”

Sam and Bucky have some unorthodox methods of going undercover in a club.

He Doesn’t Deserve You! | Teen | 5,154 words

Sam and Bucky have an argument that results in Bucky being left at the bar. A group of drunk strangers assumes Bucky just got dumped and quickly adopt him for the night to make him feel better.

Reconstitution | Not Rated | 10,228 words

“I didn’t back Steve on the Sokovia Accords,” Sam says unprompted one day. They’re so close to apprehending the Flagsmashers and wrapping up this ridiculous saga.

“I don’t follow,” Bucky says.

“I was the one who refused to sign it first. Not Steve.”

Sam says it so softly that Bucky has to strain to hear him. Sam is loud and chatty and half the time he keeps up a constant stream of chatter just to get on Bucky’s nerves, but Bucky’s coming to realize that when he really wants to make himself heard, he’s soft spoken and mild. Bucky doesn’t entirely follow his train of thought, though.

Or: a breaking down, remaking, and coming back stronger than ever before

Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) | Explicit | 10,136 words

Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.

His Touch | Mature | 1,006 words

When Baron Zemo touched Bucky’s face, Sam Wilson saw red.

Bucky just wants Sam to comfort him.

rusted | Teen | 2,358 words

Bucky doesn’t grace him with a sound of acknowledgement. He’s been quiet, ever since that night with Zemo. Well. Quieter. It’s almost like. Every time he opens his mouth, he’s half-expecting the Winter Soldier to come out.

He hasn’t, yet. Won’t, ever again. Not unbidden. Sam’s sure of that. Bucky, not so much.

‘You busy?’

‘’m scouring the—’

‘Good,’ Sam cuts the idiot off, ‘I need you to help me shave.’

advanced therapy methods for large adult men | 2 parts | 11,717 words

part 1: The Gottman Method for Dealing with Conflict | Mature | 4,187 words

Bucky and Dr. Raynor have a follow-up session and two entirely different conversations about his relationship status.

Or: Let's do more couples therapy, James.

it’s always Bucky’s Fault | 3 parts | 20,089 words

part 1: Did you see it? | Explicit | 3,905 words

In which there's supposedly a viral video of the Winter Soldier on his knees sucking off Captain America.

Everything is, like always, completely Bucky's fault.

CANON DIVERGENCE

Even in the Present (I Am Living in the Past) | Teen | 16,977 words

Sometimes Sam still questions everything about his ability to shoulder the 80-year legacy he now bears. His history, and the history of his loss, sticks with him and even in healing he doubts whether or not he is able to fulfil his purpose, and whether he may find lasting peace and happiness.

Told in fluid-fragments, the story moves between his therapy sessions after his return from active duty and the post-Endgame present.

You never forget your first | Teen | 3,650 words

The story of Bucky and Sam getting together in a series of firsts.

leftovers | Mature | 19,249 words

With the New Avengers up and running, Sam finally has time to start dating again. Unfortunately, it's not going as well as he'd hoped.

Partners | Explicit | 7,235 words

Sam's not sure if he can be Captain America. He's not a supersoldier. He can't throw the shield. He's just a dude.

And Bucky Barnes is just a nuisance, albeit a pretty good-looking one.

I’ll explain everything to the geese | Explicit | 50,949 words

Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.

It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?

Night Swimming | Teen | 2,056 words

“Come on. The princess has a new arm for you and I gotta see if there’s a barber around here willing to tackle your…” Sam waved a hand at Bucky’s face.

“I don’t want a new arm,” Bucky immediately bit out.

And then -

“I can cut my own damn hair.”

Sam just raised both eyebrows. Crossed his arms over his chest again.

Dared Bucky to prove him wrong.

AU

Cpvert Coffee & Flirtation Specialist | General | 5,542 words

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield?? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

Stolen Moments | Teen | 98,767 words

“No,” Sam said, chuckling. “I don’t cheat,” he swept his gaze up and down James’ body, “even with guys who look like you. But, I’m bored and a little pissed, so if you wanna sit here and shoot the shit ‘til my man shows back up, I’m game.”

Never one to back to back down from a challenge - especially a challenge who looked like Sam Wilson - Bucky took another swig from his bottle and replied, “Sure, doll. I’ve got nothing but time.”

Steve has Sam. Bucky wants Sam. Sam wasn’t expecting any of this.

Such a Whirlwind Since I Saw You | Teen | 10,871 words

The Men of Letters turned Bucky Barnes into a weapon. Hunters Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov are determined to save him, but they're going to need Sam Wilson's help.

“So you want me to ditch work, drive across America with you until you find your friend, who you thought was dead - all while avoiding some high-tech hunters who are out for blood?” Sam is asking.

Steve shrugs a shoulder, looking a little sheepish. Natasha almost laughs at the dry tone of Sam’s voice, but he's not wrong.

You Got What I Need? | Explicit | 37,588 words

Sam and Bucky are both in a bind, professionally. Nat points out a solution that neither men like. To save their careers they play along or rather, stop playing all together.

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[the-bau-quinjet]

My Name Isn't

Summary: You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony's team building karaoke night.

Warnings: some swearing and drinking

Word Count: 3187

a/n: This was inspired by my love of the classic using karaoke to express your feelings trope and the song My Name Isn't by LOVA. I did change the lyric "yours" into "doll" though because it made sense in the story.

"Not a chance, Wilson." Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve walked into the room, unbothered by the familiar sounds of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes arguing.

"C'mon tin man, you afraid you're gonna lose?' Sam couldn't help but tease the super soldier.

"It's a stupid bet! Steve tell him it's a stupid bet." Bucky stared at his best friend, silently begging for him to agree.

Steve's tone could only be described as exasperated when he responded, "what is it this time?"

"I bet Barnes and Noble over here," Sam stopped talking to dodge the book Bucky threw at him, "that I could get Y/N to kiss me before he could, and he's too chicken shit to take the bet."

"It's a stupid bet!" Bucky was gearing up to throw another book when Steve chimed in. "I don't know Buck, it could get you to finally act on your feelings for her."

Bucky rolled his eyes, responding with his typical denial "I don't have any feelings, punk."

Sam and Steve shared an obvious "this man is lying" look before turning back to Bucky.

"Fine, Cap since Bucky won't take the bet, will you?" The mischievous gleam in Sam's eye shown through as Steve weighed his options.

"It is a pretty stupid bet, but I'm doing this for you Buck." Clapping Bucky on the shoulder, he turned to Sam. "I'm in." As Steve went to shake Sam's hand, Bucky gave in.

"Fine! Fine. All three of us. The first one to kiss her wins." Bucky reluctantly agreed.

"Now, what does the winner get?" Sam posed the question, mischief clear in his eyes.

-

The first time you had an inkling that something was afoot was your training with Steve and Bucky later that same day. Steve wasn't overly touchy or anything that would make you uncomfortable, this is America's Golden Boy after all, but he kept calling you "honey" or some variation of it. You'd throw a punch and rather than correcting your form in his usual commanding Captain voice, he would feed you a random compliment followed by a "try it like this hun."

You left the gym confused and with more energy than one would typically have after training with Steve Rogers. Luckily for you, Nat and Wanda noticed it too.

"What was that about?" Wanda asked as soon as the three of you were out of earshot.

"I don't have a clue." Your expression of complete confusion was enough to convince the two women you were telling the truth.

"I always thought Barnes had a thing for you. I wouldn't expect Steve of all people to try to mess that up. Especially with how obvious you are!" Nat chimed in. You've never regretted anything more than getting drunk and admitting your feelings for the brunette super soldier to the two women.

"Ugh, are the two of you ever gonna forget about that?" Your question was rhetorical as you nearly slammed the door to your room, but it didn't stop the two women from shouting "not a chance" and "only if you tell him" through the door.

-

The second time you noticed the weird behavior was the next day. You were running through some basic defense moves with some new Shield agents when Sam walked in with Bucky.

Now, normally Sam avoids you in the gym because he knows you'll kick his ass. All your time spent training with Nat mixed with your advanced perception skills meant you are a force to be reckoned with in the gym. This time though, he asked to spar before running through his typical warm up routine.

"You sure, Wilson? I wouldn't want to bruise your ego any further." You joked with him, unsure of his motives.

"Oh I'm sure, baby. Do your worst."

So you did. You had him on the mat in 4 minutes even, not letting the "baby" comment phase you until later in the night when you were with Wanda and Nat.

"First, Steve keeps calling me honey. Now Wilson is in on it with baby! What the hell is going on?'

The three of you shared identical shrugs, choosing to ignore it for now in favor of girls night.

-

Your days continued with the random comments from Sam and Steve. Of course, after the first 24 hours you noticed a pattern emerging. The two men would only use the pet names if Bucky was in the room. If Bucky couldn't overhear what was being said, everything was normal, but all bets were off if he so much as stepped in the room. It was constant affection and compliments from the two men.

You were thinking about the pattern you'd discovered, along with what it could mean, when Tony barged into the common room like a man on fire.

He surveyed the room, noting the presence of nearly every team member. The only three missing? Sam, Steve, and Bucky. You had a feeling they were most definitely up to something. "Oh perfect, most of you are here already! I have decided we don't do enough team building. Saving the world is stressful and we deserve to relax, so... drumroll please!" He waited for an extended period of time, until you, Wanda, and Vision gave him a lackluster drumroll. "That could use some work, but I'm not going to let it bring me down. We're doing karaoke! I rented out a bar for tonight, so clear your schedules ladies and gentlemen! We start at 8."

To say he was met with mixed results would be underselling the range of reactions. Nat looked ready to kill him. Thor was so excited, he reminded you of a golden retriever playing fetch. Most everybody else fell somewhere in the middle.

"Y/N, be a dear and let the three stooges know would ya? I don't know where they are and I don't feel like finding them." Tony didn't wait for a response before leaving the room just as rapidly as he entered it.

"I guess that's my cue. I'll be back and we can at least get ready together?" You looked to Nat and Wanda for confirmation before leaving to find Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

-

You checked Sam's room first because it's the closest to the common area, but there was no sign of life. Steve and Bucky's rooms sat similarly untouched. You went to the gym, the pool, the game room, and circled back to the kitchen but they were nowhere to be seen. Finally, you gave up the impromptu game of hide and seek asking FRIDAY where they were.

"FRIDAY, do you know where Steve, Bucky, and Sam are?"

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, and Lieutenant General Wilson are on the roof." The AI responded so fast, it had you wondering why didn't just ask her 40 minutes ago when their rooms were all empty.

"What the hell are they doing on the roof?" You huffed as you made your way back to the elevator.

"They are the discussing the terms of their bet." FRIDAY's response surprised you. You hadn't meant to actually receive an answer, but now that you did you were curious.

"What bet?" You continued the line of questioning as the elevator rose to the roof access point.

"The three made a bet to see who could get you to kiss them first."

Suddenly, all the pet names and compliments made sense.

"Son of a bi-" You cut yourself off as the elevator door opened, leading you directly to the three men in question. They turned abruptly, clearly caught off guard by anyone coming to the roof.

"Finally. I've been looking for you three everywhere!" You kept the new found information to yourself for the time being. "Tony decided we're doing karaoke tonight. We're supposed to be at the bar he rented out by 8pm." You smiled, taking in the slightly guilty expressions on each of their faces. Even if FRIDAY hadn't told you, it would be painstakingly obvious you caught them talking about you.

"Thanks doll, we'll make sure we're there." You felt the butterflies in your stomach at the pet name, but quickly shut it down. You wouldn't be giving in to their bet that easily.

"No problem, see you boys soon." You winked, pressing the button to bring you back to the main floor. You had a plan to make after all.

-

"Well, it's karaoke why don't you just sing a song to call them out on it?" Wanda suggested another idea as you all got ready to head to the bar.

"That could work. You just need the perfect song." Nat chimed in, quickly applying some mascara.

"Wanda, you're a genius, and I think I have just the one." You grinned, pulling the song up to play while you finished getting ready.

-

Upon entering the bar, you immediately started second guessing your plan. That is, until the pet names came out to play. Sam was back at it with calling you baby, and Steve right there beside him with honey.

When you put your name down to sing, Wanda and Nat were right there with you, hyping you up and providing some liquid courage. Four drinks in and you finally felt just tipsy enough to actually follow through with your plan.

With the encouraging words from Nat and Wanda playing through your mind, you walked up to the stage, pulling up your chosen song on the karaoke machine.

You decided to play the beginning of the song off as a coincidence, not wanting to clue the guys in too early.

"One, two, three have been staring at me. It's been going all night."

You made eye contact with Nat and Wanda, fully relying on the feminist in you to knock these guys down a few pegs. By the time the chorus rolled around, you were ready.

Making direct eye contact with Sam, you put as much sass as possible into the next line.

"My name isn't 'baby,' you cannot say whatever you feel like. I am not the things you call me."

Switching your target from Sam to Steve, you kept going with the performance.

"My name isn't 'honey,' I will always do whatever I feel like. Honestly, you don't know me."

Clearly the three of them realized you knew about their bet, but you were on a roll. Switching focus to Bucky, you switched up the words a little bit to put him on blast as well.

"My name isn't... doll. My name isn't... doll."

The girls must have filled in the rest of the group, because you now had Bruce, Thor, Vision, Tony, Pepper, Clint, Wanda, and Nat cheering you on. They were whopping and hollering in agreement with the lyrics.

"We ain't got the time for you messing around so cut the deal."

"Cut the deal!!" You heard Tony yelling out as an echo, shaking your head with a slight chuckle.

"So don't come here and say, 'boys will be boys.' Behind every act there's always a choice."

The three men in question at least had the decency to look ashamed of their actions. Of course, that wasn't enough for you to not put them on blast through another round of the chorus.

The high from calling them out wore off right around the line:

"Do you really think that you can get your way by playing the same game."

Singing those words made you realize exactly what just happened. You held it together, put up a front long enough to get through the last chorus. Singing the last line to Bucky, you felt like your emotions were all over your face. The annoyance that the bet existed. The pain at him being part of it. The love you'd been trying to hide. All of it felt like it was right out in the open.

"My name isn't... Doll. My name isn't, my name isn't... Doll."

You took a quick bow in thanks for all the applause, before running off the stage. You didn't stop at the table with Nat and Wanda, nor did you stop for the three men trying to apologize. You made it outside, running about five blocks before even taking in your surroundings. Noticing a McDonald's, you sent a quick prayer that the ice cream machine was actually functioning before ducking inside.

-

The team stood with mouths hanging open at your sudden departure.

"What the hell just happened?" Tony posed the question to the group, knocking them out of their stupor.

Bucky was the first to follow you outside, his panic growing when he didn't see you leaning against any of the brick walls.

"Where is she?" Steve asked, spinning in circles right alongside Bucky while the rest of the group filed out the door.

"I don't know!" Bucky turned on Steve and Sam. "I never should have agreed to that stupid bet. Dammit!" Running his hands through his hair, he took off down the street calling a quick, "I'll look this way" over his shoulder.

He moved quickly down the street, keeping his eyes peeled for your sparkly, dark red dress. He looked through the windows of the many store fronts as he passed them. About five blocks later, he was about to turn around, assuming you went a different direction when he saw the familiar golden "m". A memory from about three weeks ago was quick to flash through his mind.

The team just came back from a two and a half week mission yesterday, meaning Tony was bound to throw a party today. It went about the same as most Tony Stark parties go; a lot of schmoozing until most guests left and the team could actually let loose.

You let a little looser than normal at the after party. After the mission required you to pretend to be married to Bucky, you felt like you deserved it. It was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings from him, especially when he insisted on walking you to your room after the party.

In a last ditch effort to avoid any drunk escapades, you asked him to take you to McDonald's instead of your room.

"Please Bucky?" You asked, drawing out the words and adding a small pout for good measure. "I just want a McFlurry and some fries! Please!"

"Sure, doll. We can go to McDonald's." You jumped up and down clapping, hugging him as you praised him for being so kind.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the nicest, most perfect man to ever live. Let's gooooo!!" He smiled at your antics, leading you to one of the many cars Tony kept stocked, not quite trusting you to ride a motorcycle at the moment.

After getting the food, the two of you ate together in the car. You, of course, insisting he try dipping the fries in the ice cream.

Reluctantly, he admitted it wasn't that bad before driving the two of you home. He dropped you off at your door, receiving a whispered "thank you" and a quick kiss to the cheek from you.

He smiled at the memory before walking inside. He found you in a booth toward the back, unsurprisingly dipping fries into your ice cream

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." You didn't even look up when he started speaking, choosing instead to study the m&ms in your dessert. "Really. It was a stupid bet. Hell, I didn't even want to do it, but then that punk and birdman teamed up against me and I couldn't let them do it without me! It would've killed me to know one of them kissed you. It was so stupid and I should've just shut it down. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much more than that." He trailed off, waiting for you to say something.

You gestured to the seat across from you, pushing some fries toward him. "It was a stupid bet."

You waited until his mouth was full before asking "Why would it have killed you?" Watching him nearly choke on his fries was oddly satisfying.

"What?" He tried to deflect the question. You shook your head, passing him a napkin.

"You said it would have killed you to know one of them kissed me. Why?" You looked him in the eye as you ate another fry.

"Well, you see, I... um, maybe have um... feelings." It was his turn to stare intently at the m&ms. He mumbled a quick "get yourself together" under his breath before continuing. "I like you. Hell, I think I love you. I don't know when it started, but suddenly you are all I can think about. I worry about you constantly when your on a mission without me, even though I know you can take care of yourself. I see little things that remind me of you everywhere. Like yesterday, I saw a buttercup on the side of the road and I couldn't stop thinking about the time you spent a good twenty minutes ranting about how spring is the worst season."

Suddenly, you were on a tangent. "Because it is! It's always raining, it's muggy, it's always freezing in the morning and way too hot in the afternoon so you have to carry all these extra layers-"

"I love you. That's why it would've killed me. I don't even want to think about you with another-"

It was your turn to cut him off, doing so by leaning across the small table to kiss him. It was quick, but you still felt fireworks.

"I love you too." Your words were sweet, but shifted when you said the rest of your sentence. "I just have one more question." The smirk on your face made him nervous, but he was more than willing to answer anything.

"What do you get for winning?"

-

After talking with Bucky, you texted Nat and Wanda to let them know you were okay and the two of you were headed back to the compound. You beat everyone else back, but decided to wait for them in the common area.

Steve and Sam came in with their heads low, struggling to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. We never should have made that bet." Steve started, aware of all the eyes on him.

"Me too. It was stupid and thoughtless." Sam added on.

"It was, but you are forgiven." You reached for Bucky's hand, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Bucky told me the winner of your little bet gets to pick the music for all forms of travel on the next three missions." You grinned at their confused expressions. "Bucky, being the winner, has so graciously bestowed that gift to me now. Get ready boys. I'm talking High School Musical. Hamilton. I'll have the two of you singing Taylor Swift in the shower." You, along with the rest of the team, laughed at their expense. Their grim expressions had you smiling, "oh please, I know you secretly love it!"

"Now, I have to go to bed. I have a date tomorrow." You winked at Bucky before sauntering off down the hall, the cheers of your teammates following you.

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[callingsergeantbarnes]

For the Drabble Tuesday, could I possibly trouble you for hurt/comfort with Sam Wilson 👀💙

For you lovely, always and never any trouble. I hope I've done this justice for you.

Pairing - Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count - 1017 ( a little over but Sam deserves our love)

Warnings - fluffy goodness. Taking care of Sam.

A/N - Drabble Tuesday

Summary - Sam always takes care of others, today you show him he deserves to be taken care of, even if it means hanging up on Generals for him.

Early morning sunlight bathed the kitchen in dazzling rays. The blue green glass bottles on the windowsill glistened flecks of colours across Sam’s shirt you wore, as you quietly pottered about. The scent of fresh coffee brewing mixed with buttery croissants baking in the oven made for a delicious, homely feeling. It wasn’t often you got to spend your morning’s baking, not with the recent influx of missions the Airforce and GRC were sending you all on. Trying to ease the growing tension that the world now faced as new threats seemed to surface every week. Old enemies trying to regain what they had lost during the blip, while new enemies tried to hold on to what they had gained in those five years.

You snorted at the thought, holding no love for the GRC and their methods, or the way they were attempting to tie strings to Sam now that they recognised him as Captain America.

After he saved their asses, and then handed their asses in a speech, nobody was going to forget in a hurry.

You had never been very good at holding your tongue with politicians, and both you and Bucky were ready to throw punches if they continued to push, but Sam took it in his stride. Taking the weight of the world on his shoulders, right alongside the weight of the mantle, Captain America seemed to hold. It was for his sake, and his sake alone, you held your tongue now.

The sound of a phone vibrating pulled you out of your thoughts, and absently you reached for it. You had stolen Sam’s phone from his side of the bed the moment you had woken. Wanting to give him a few more hours’ rest, before the world demanded his attention.

The name that flashed on the phone brought with it a wave of disgust.

We have only been back five hours, and already they want Sam for something.

“Hello.” You greeted, barely able to keep the heat from your tone.

“Agent L/N, I need to speak to the Captain.”

“Is the world ending?” You snapped.

“Agent?”

“It was a simple question. Is. The. World. Ending?”

The stutter at the other end of the phone, a clear sign your tone, surprised him. “Um, no. We need to debrief, and new intel has come in regarding the Flag Smashers.”

“No.”

“I beg your pardon, Agent L/N.”

“I said no. You don’t get to click your fingers and Sam comes running. We have spent the last week on a mission. He is getting today to unwind. He is getting today to do whatever the hell he wants to do. Unless the world is ending, you are going to have to wait.”

“Agent!”

“Ex-Agent. I’m freelance, and you don’t hold that kind of authority over me anymore. I said no.”

Your heart thudded against your chest as you hit the end call button, and promptly switched Sam’s phone off. Using your own, you fired a quick message to both Bucky and Sharon to give them the heads up, before turning your own phone off.

Sam needed a day to let his body rest. To take a breather from all the blood and violence that they emerged themselves in daily and you would move mountains to make sure that he got just that.

The timer dinged on the oven, bringing your focus back to the task at hand at making Sam breakfast in bed.

You plated up the croissants, tossed some fresh fruit into a bowl and poured the coffee into two cups, and arranged it onto the tray, before carrying it back into the bedroom.

With the covers pushed down to his waist and tangled between his legs. You took a moment to admire the physique of your lover, the slow steady rise of his chest, one arm above his head. His eyes still closed.

God, did you love this man with all your heart.

You stepped further into the bedroom, careful to not make a sound. Worry creasing your brow. Already you could see the darkening of bruises along his torso, and arms, a painful reminder that as strong and as skilled a fighter Sam was, at how well he kept up and took out super soldiers and aliens, he didn’t have the serum to help him heal after being injured.

“Honey, did you hang up on the General?” He asked, one warm brown eye opening as he looked at you.

“You heard that?” You asked in surprise.

“I was waking up and heard you on the phone,” he drawled.

“They need to leave you alone,” you huffed as you placed the tray on the bed between you and slipped back between the covers. “I made sure the world wasn’t ending before I hung up. I have a heart. I just care about you more.”

His lips turned into a smile as he tilted his head to look at you from his pillow.

“Is that the scent of fresh croissants I can smell?”

“It is,” you nodded slowly, popping a blueberry in your mouth.

“How long have you been awake?” He asked, giving you a small frown, worry filling his gaze.

You shrugged. “A few hours. Couldn’t sleep. I’m always wired after a mission for a couple of days.”

Sam sighed softly as he pushed himself up to rest against the headboard, swallowing the wince as he stretched too much.

“You could have woken me and you didn’t have to go to all this effort for me.”

You threw him a look.

“You needed your rest. You deserve to be taken care of, Sam. I’m more than happy to do that.”

He leaned over, capturing your lips with his own. A soft tender kiss that left you breathless and dizzy, before pulling back. A cheeky grin on his face, and a glint in his eyes.

“So I get today to do whatever I want?”

You nodded slowly, your heart fluttering in your chest as the way he seemed to undress you with his gaze.

“Whatever you want, baby. Today is yours. I’m here to take care of you in any way I can.”

“In that case, today I want to do you as many ways as I can.”

You smiled at him.

"How about, you let me take care of you baby. I can kiss it all better."

The groan that escaped Sam's lips, made your smile widen as you looked at him with lust-filled eyes. Yes, today was going to be a day all about Sam.

#Drabble Tuesdays #Sam Wilson #Katie writes

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being an Avenger with the power of persuasion

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: towards the end this branches off into the fatws timeline but there’s no explicit spoilers

prompt: anonymous: “Can you do hcs for the avengers with a reader who has powers like Allison Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy?”

the avengers were a little iffy about you because......someone with your power was hard to trust at first

“mind control isn’t as fun as it sounds, you guys. i really don’t wanna keep my guard up at all times when i’m at home base” -clint

“yeah, i’m not sure if i trust this one yet. i mean, i’m totally immune to mind control, but what if they mind control someone to come after me? and they have easy access to the place?” -tony

“excuse me, did you just say you were immune to mind control?” -nat

“he most certainly is not” -wanda

i mean, you get it and all. you heard stories of the avengers’ past encounters. it couldve messed them up

and they had no character references for you

you were new and mysterious

and your powers could be dangerous if you used them the wrong way

“well, i say we take a chance on them. they might surprise us” -cap

“i knew you would say some crap like that” -tony

“i thought a surprise was the opposite of what we wanted?” -bruce

you were put on the team soon after, but you had to have a buddy on missions

*pretending that we have deaf/hoh!clint like in the comics* you were buddied up with clint since your powers were auditory

“you can’t sign me an involuntary command, can you?” -clint

“no, sir” -you

“cool, cool, cool” -clint

stealth looked good on you, ngl

you were able to get behind heavy gunmen and whisper commands to them

“simon says you are an avenger now, shoot the enemy” -you

“simon says i am your new boss, take out your ex-coworkers” -you

“simon says give me your keycard” -you

“simon says i’m not the enemy, you are” -you

“not bad down there, y/n!” -sam

“thanks! now can somebody give me a lift to that one all the way up there?” -you

you proved yourself that day, so everyone got a lot more comfortable with you

and you made a promise that day that you’d never use your powers on them

but occasionally someone would ask you a simple favor, like putting them to sleep or making them focus on a project

“i think the focus one could be a fire hazard” -you

“so just come and get me! or let me die, that’d be fine, too” -tony

“whatever...simon says focus on the new tech” -you

time went by and things got tough, especially when the sokovia accords rolled in

“i wasn’t even there for that, mr. secretary” -you

“and i’m aware of that, mx. l/n, but you still pose a threat to people around the world. you have the means to walk into any place you want and do anything you want. you can see how that makes people uneasy, don’t you?” -ross

“i’ve never used my abilities for anything but good” -you

“what y/n is trying to say is—” -steve

“he knows what i’m trying to say, but apparently that’s the issue” -you

you were “grounded” with wanda

and pretty pissed about it

“i can understand why i’m here, y/n, but you? what did you do?” -wanda

“i intimidate men in charge, i guess” -you

sounds about right, huh?

but clint broke you out

“finallyyyyy! vision is such a drag” -you

and when you got to germany, you were conflicted with yourself

should you use your powers on the teammates who wanted you locked away?

if you got into their comms, you could stop it in an instant

but that’d take some time

“hi, simon(e)! i’m, uh, scott! i think you’re pretty neat!” -scott (p.s. y/n’s hero name is simon/simone. whatever you prefer idrc)

“thanks...and what do you do?” -you

“he shrinks!” -sam

you snuck out to the pavement and tried to hack their comms, but could only do it one at a time

so you got the spider kid

“simon says stick the cat man to the side of the plane” -you

but that cat had claws

alright, it might be harder than you think

“oh god, simon(e)?” -scott

“what is it?” -you

“i’m a little nervous for my next trick...would it be too much to ask if you did your little command thing for me?” -scott

“ughhhhh...simon says, go on with your ‘trick’” -you

and all the sudden he shot up into the air

“oh, nice” -you

you really hated fighting with these guys, but you were out of options and now cap wanted you to come with him, he wouldn’t leave without you

“steve, i’m sorry. simon says leave without us” -you

and that he did, which left you to be caught by a hair

“so close, weren’t you?” -tony

“simon says go to hell” -you

“very funny, guess i’m immune to mind control, after all” -tony

having a mouth restraint place on you that tony had been saving ever since you joined the team

one that “team cap” heavily protested the second they saw it

“tony, that’s wrong! don’t you trust them enough not to do that? they’re going to hate you after all of this” -wanda

“it’s either me or them. at least mine is comfortable” -tony

kinda fucked lol but understandable ig

having to testify without a voice, only able to type or write

but eventually you made your case and were able to make a deal, but part of that deal was to keep your mouth sealed when in the presence of authority since your voice was deemed a weapon ;)

kinda a dick move if you ask me

so you said fuck that and became a fugitive with steve + friends

but used your powers less and less

again, only for favors because it was hard to get peace in these crappy motels

“simon says kill that roach, oh god” -you @ steve

“you were an avenger and you can’t kill a roach?” -sam

“don’t start with me, sam, or you’re sleeping on the floor” -you

“you wouldn’t” -sam

“don’t test me” -you

waiting and waiting for some kind of turning point that didnt come until alien invasion 2.0

and you tried so hard to stop thanos from snapping, but the stones got the best of you as you were frozen in time

but fortunately you didn’t dust

leaving you to get a rematch against thanos when the time would come

and reuniting with tony just for him to lecture you with the rest of the team

“go fuck yourself, tony” -you

“oh, thank god they didn’t say ‘simon says’” -that raccoon you’ve known for like 3 weeks

“do you ever shut up?” -you

“no, he does not” -nebula

anyways your time did not come and you waited five years for another chance

and although you did not redeem yourself on your own, you were just glad that your side, humanity, had won

but just before thanos had ceased to exist, you told him

“simon says to feel the pain of loss for all of eternity” -you

it may have been cruel, but it’s what he deserved

the next step was for you and sam to be pardoned of your crimes

but you didn’t exactly part ways just because...what else was there for you to do? the two of you were close after your time on the run

and all was well until he decided to give the shield up

“oh, bucky’s gonna be pissed” -you

“he’ll be fine” -sam

now, bucky had mixed feelings about you

he was nervous about your powers, but you did save him

and he knew what it felt like not to be trusted

so he gave you a chance and partnered with you after the “new captain america” and the “flag smashers” fiasco

legally, if you used your powers on a government official/soldier you’d go back in the slammer, but it was quite tempting, even if it were just a “simon says punch yourself in the face”

and off to madripoor you went with...zemo

“are you going to persuade me into something petty, mx. l/n?” -zemo

“i’ve gotta make it worth it, honestly, but there’s no rule against me doing so, so at least i won’t feel bad” -you

and who knows what’s next?

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[vanillanaps]

What Once Was | Steve Rogers

Prompt - “He’s gone now and he died wondering where the hell you were.”

A/N - Thank you to the anon who sent this prompt in 😭 this isn’t my best but I still hope y’all enjoy :)

Category - fem!reader, angst

Warnings - Endgame!Steve, language, a funeral.

Word Count - 1.2k

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You could remember the last conversation you had with him as clear as day, almost as if it happened yesterday. Watching the large group of people wearing black amongst others wearing their respective uniforms to give him a proper send off, you thought back to that day. You sulked in your thoughts of feelings, thinking of how he could have been so for what he did, then be so bold to call and ask for you.

The sun had just settled and the moonlight was shining bright through the windows of the small Brooklyn apartment, being its only source of light. Steve stood across the room from you, leaning against the wall frame and his arms crossed over his chest and you sat broken on the couch that you both put in a ridiculous amount of money for. He didn’t have the courage for his eyes to reach yours and honestly, you didn’t know if you wanted them to. Not after what he just told you.

That lump in your throat was thick, stopping you from speaking because you knew the moment you did the tears that you were desperately holding back with fly loose.

“Please say something..” Steve spoke, eyes still glued to the floor.

You scoffed, clearing your throat as hard as you could, “What do you want me to say, Steve?”

“Something, anything?” He asked.

Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed your eyes to fall upon him, “Why? Did—did these last five years mean nothing to you? Are you not happy with me? All this shit we went through together and-and you just decide to leave?”

After the fight with Thanos and Tony returned to earth, you and Steve found comfort in one another. Confided in each other as you both felt useless, defeated and unworthy. And that comfort soon blossomed into what you would know as love. The way he looked at you, the way he held you, the way he’d kiss your lips with so much passion as he told you how much he loved you. How you were currently his world and if anything, he was glad to have you by his side.

But it wasn’t love, you came to realize in this very moment. His words sunk in. It was grief. Half of the universe had been dusted away and he used you to cope with the loss. The way he looked at you? You were the one of the only people he had left. The way he held you? To console himself in his failure. The way he kissed your lips? To give himself a distraction with the world falling apart at his cost. When he told you he loved you? Well he did, but not in the way you loved him.

“Of course it meant something to me!” Steve sighed, growing the courage to meet your eyes, “But, I have a chance..A chance to set things right.. A chance to do things the way it should’ve been in the first place.”

“And that means leaving everyone you love behind? Your friends, your family. Your best friend that you fought so hard for.” You were exasperated. You knew you were being selfish, but screw that. You had a right to be. You deserve an explanation, “What about me?”

Steve sighed, his head dropping once again, “I love you. I love all of you, I swear I do.” He started, chewing on his lip before finishing his sentence, “But Peggy’s the love of my life. I deserve a chance to be happy and I want it with her.” The tone in his voice was assertive. It was his ‘Captain America’ tone. He was serious and there was nothing that you could do or say to change his mind.

After a moment of silence, his boots clacked against the hardwood floors as he made his way over to you, bending down so his lips could be even to your ear, “Thank you for helping me these past five years, I’ll never forget them, I’ll never forget you. But my mind is set.” He spoke softly before placing a tender kiss on your temple, “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

Wiping the tears from your eyes as you pushed away the memory. You didn’t come here to reminisce. Hell, you didn’t want to come here. It had been months since you last saw them all. The moment Steve left your apartment that night, you packed a bag and got the hell out of town. Not being able to stay in an apartment that you’ve spent countless nights with him in. Not wanting to stay in a town that reminded you of him on every corner. You abandoned your duties, you abandoned your friends. Much like he did, but fuck how could you not? Steve Rogers ruined the scenery of New York, killed the connection you felt for Brooklyn. Now, it was just one big grey area that you never wanted to step foot in again. And after today, you wouldn’t.

You waited a little down the road in your car until the crowd of people in black clothes cleared out before you got out. Keeping your hands shoved into your jacket pockets to shield them from the surrounding cold air as you crossed the graveyard. Your heart thumping faster with every step you took before you finally got to the edge of the grave. The freshly covered up grave with a tombstone at the head of it.

Steven Grant Rogers. A friend, brother, husband and a Captain.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” An all too familiar voice rang through your ears.

“Didn’t expect to come here.” You replied, eyes not moving from the sight before you.

“I’ve been calling you for months.” Sam spoke as he settled next to you, his eyes also glued to the grave. He couldn’t believe Steve was gone either. He couldn’t believe that he had passed the shield onto him, “He wanted to see you.”

You scoffed and sniffled, shaking your head at Sam’s words, “I’m sure he did.”

He sighed, “I get why you’re upset. What Steve did hurt you, he hurt us all. Holding this grudge against him isn’t helping anybody. Steve deserved his happy ending.” You grimaced at his words, wondering if Steve ever even told Sam the reason you left that night, disappeared for months and been dodging everyone’s phone calls ever since. Did he tell Sam that he practically ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it or did Sam just think you were just sad that one of your best friends decided to leave you, “He’s gone now and he died wondering where the hell you were.”

Sam glanced over at you when he heard you sniffle. His eyebrows furrowed at the tears rolling down your cheeks, “No, he knew where I was. He just didn’t care enough to stay.”

“Y/n..” He called out.

But you stopped him, shaking your head, “It was good to see you, Sam.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you turned on your heels and headed back to your car. He was right, Steve did deserve his happy ending. Now it’s time for you to get yours.

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[londonalozzy]

Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

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[aynanasstuff]

Welcome to the family//Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader.

A/n: this fic was requested by @withyoutilltheendoftheline. For reference, didi means older sister in hindi :)

Summary: Sam meets your big sister.

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Sam was a nervous wreck. You could see it on him- brows slightly furrowed, one hand fidgeting with his collar button, the other wrapped tightly around your wrist.

"Sam," You turn his face to you, "didi is actually excited to meet you, you have nothing to worry about, love."

"Baby, she's your sister! She's the only person from your family who's actually fairly okay with us dating. I can't afford to mess this up."

"You are not going to mess it up! She might give you a hard time because you are dating her little sister but she's really chill otherwise, I promise. Now can you move your feet and walk with me to the door or do I have to carry you? Because you know I will." You raise a questioning brow.

He sighs, settling on opening his collar button and taking your hand to kiss your knuckles, "Let's do this."

"That's my man." You kiss his cheek and walk to the door of your sister's house.

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The door opens to your sister greeting you with a wide smile before she looks over at Sam and freezes.

"Didi? Yo, you good?"

"Yeah- I just- I was- come in! Sit, sit."

Sam and you walk over to sit on the couch.

"What would you like to have? Water, chai, coffee?" Your sister asks.

Sam, surprisingly, answers first, "Coffee's fine." He smiles politely.

"Is it filter coffee?"

Your sister scoffs, "Yes, meri maa, of course, it's filter coffee! You know I don't do the shitty instant stuff."

"Good, coffee for me, too, then." You answer.

"Then come help me out, lazy ass."

Sam snickers and now it's your turn to scoff. "I will be right back."

You and your sister make your way to the kitchen, when your sister instantly pulls you behind the fridge.

"You didn't tell me you were dating this Sam Wilson!" She whispers harshly.

"Well, what did you think I meant when I said I was dating Sam Wilson?"

"Anyone could be named Sam Wilson!"

"How many people do you know with the name Sam Wilson?" You retort.

"Fucking hell, you're dating Captain America." She says, her mouth wide open in shock. She would never outright say it but your sister was a bit of a fan.

She smacks your arm, "chutiya!" (asshole)

"Ow, what'd I do?!"

"You didn't tell me you were dating Captain America!"

"Toh maarneka?" You quip. (So you'd hit me?)

"I've smacked you for less, quit whining." You sister rolls her eyes.

"Bitch."

"I may be a bitch but I'm your big sister so when I tell you I'm not letting him off easy, I mean it. Captain America or not."

"Fine, just don't make him want to run away?" You plead.

She kisses your cheek with a loud smack, "Now why would anyone wanna run away from my perfect little sister?"

"Ew, didi, stop!"

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You take the coffee cups back to the couch.

"So she said she's gonna grill you a bit but I asked her to go easy on you so don't worry, okay?" You whisper to Sam.

"Woman, I have not stopped worrying for a moment since I stepped foot in here but thank you for asking her to go easy on me."

Your sister sits down and crosses one leg over the other, "So Sam, what are your intentions with my sister?"

Sam chokes on his coffee and coughs, you rub his back and glare at your sister who just shrugs nonchalantly.

Sam gathers himself and answers, "My intentions are a hundred percent honest. I love your sister with all my heart and she's the reason why I do my job with more dedication, because I want to make the world better for her. She's my everything and I mean it when I say I'd do anything for her." He looks over at you softly.

Your sister sighs and continues, "That's all I wanted to know. My sister deserves the world and nothing less. Just know that you may be Captain America but I'm her big sister and if you," She points at Sam, "try to pull some bullshit, I will find a way to make your life hell."

Sam visibly gulps, which makes you chuckle, "Didi, bas." (Enough)

Sam responds, "Yes ma'am."

Your sister's face remains stoic for a second before breaking into an excited smile, "Holy shit, I've never done that before but I'm so glad I was convincing! Honestly, I was okay with you dating the second I saw his face, I mean, Captain America? You can't get better than that, come on, now!"

Sam sighs and lets a smile lift his lips, "you kinda had me there, not gonna lie."

She gets up and walks over to Sam and with the same smile gracing her face she points to Sam's face, "I still mean every word I said though, I have my ways of messing you up."

"She sure does." You add.

"I don't doubt that for a second." Sam smirks.

Your sister claps him on the shoulder, "Welcome to the family, Cap."

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A/n: I hope you like this one! It was so much fun to write, I drew a lot of inspiration from my relationship with my own older sister so this one is kinda special. Please reblog, comment and like- keeps me going. Love y'all!

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