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steves-on-a-plane · 3 years

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The Safest Hands

*Slight Spoiler* For Falcon And The Winter Soldier Words: 1383 Pairing: Former!Sam Wilson x Reader Summary: Reader is the Eldest daughter of Tony Stark and the former fiancé of Sam Wilson. After the government announces its plans for Captain America, Reader pulls together the best plan she can manage to get the shield back. Author’s Note: I’m loving everything that's happening so far with TFAWS, and it gave me the idea for this fic where Reader is a lawyer who tries to say Steve had no legal right to the shield.

Courtrooms are nothing but theaters with bad actors in cheap suits. That was the first piece of advice your father had given you when you told him you wanted to become a lawyer. You were surprised by how true that turned out to be. Not so much the part about the suits being cheap, but the theatrical side of it for sure. You always tried your best not to play into the theatrics, unless it was the last resort.

Sure as hell hope this works. You thought as you shuffled papers at your table. You’d been in the courtroom for almost an hour. It seemed crazy to you that Supreme Court cases were decided so quickly. While corporate trials lasted weeks or sometimes months, the fate of a historic mantle would be decided in less than ninety minutes. You drank a sip of water from the glass in front of you. It was warm and tasted metallic, like someone had filtered it through pennies. You took a measured breath and waited for your turn to speak.

“So, as you can see by the evidence provided,” You began your closing statement. “Captain America’s iconic shield never legally transferred to Captain Steven Rogers. When Howard Stark passed, ownership of the shield was moved to the beneficiary of his estate, Mr. Stark’s only son, Anthony Stark. While under Anthony’s ownership the shield was stored in various facilities including being on loan to S.H.I.E.L.D. for several decades. Sometime in 2011, the shield was then loaned indefinity to Captain Rogers as shown in the asset transfer form submitted to the court. This form was signed by Captain Rogers, Nicholas J Fury and Anthony Stark. However, Captain Rogers terminated any rights to the shield following his refusal to sign the Sokovian Accords, as the original terms of the loan stated the shield would be reclaimed by Mr. Stark in the event the weapon was linked to a known crime in anyway. Therefor it stands to reason that since Captain Rogers had no legal right to the shield, he could not legally gift the shield to Mr. Samuel Wilson. Since Mr. Wilson was also not the legal owner of the shield, he could not legally donate it to the Smithsonian museum, which the government has since claimed the shield from. Rightfully, that shield belongs to the estate of Mr. Anthony Stark.”

“Thank you for those impassioned words, Ms. Stark.” The Chief Justice remarked. His tone was condescending, but you weren’t quite sure if that was intentional. “We thank you for your time as the court knows how personal this case is for you. We must hear our next case now. I expect you’ll have your answer following our next conference.”

With that the trial was over. There was nothing more you could do but wait for the justices to confer and deliver their opinion. You began gathering your things and exiting the court room. You’d presented every shred of evidence you could find. Proof that legally the shield had never transferred fully into Steve’s possession. Proof that Stark Industries still held pattens on all previous versions of the shield as well as several prototypes. Your father’s company or his estate also maintained pattens on every iteration of the Captain America Uniform. You could stop them from creating a new Captain America in everything but name.

You’d barely exited the Supreme Court Building when your phone rang. Sam Wilson’s name scrawled across the screen. You heaved a deep sigh, wishing this whole ordeal was over with already. You ignored Sam’s call, too preoccupied with dodging the press who were swarming around you. You gaze in the distance, relieved when you saw a familiar face. Happy Hogan met you at the base of the steps and helped you int the backseat of the car. You secured your seatbelt as he slipped behind the steering wheel and drove away.

“They were live streaming the courtroom.” He told you, not looking away from the road.

“Of course, they were. Vultures.” You complained, as you watched the reporters get smaller and smaller in the rearview.

“Can you really blame them? The whole country wants to see how this ends.” Happy told you.

“Wish it was over already.” You mumbled from the backseat. You answered a text from Pepper, asking if you were okay. You assured her that you were fine and that you’d been seeing here and Morgan soon. You just had a few things in DC that needed tying up. Again, your phone began to ring. It was Sam. You silenced it before tossing it across the seat.

“You know he’d be proud of you, Kiddo. They both would be.” He assured you.

“If they weren’t both so stubborn, they’d still be here. Not leaving me to fight their battles for them. Which for the record, I stayed away from the tech industry specifically so that I wouldn’t turn into my father and…GAh!” You couldn’t help but let out a small exclamation of frustration. “Here I am throwing around the family name and exploiting thin as ice legal loopholes to get the stupid shield back! A shield that Sam was at best too humble and at worst too stupid to keep. Even if you don’t use it, man, just do the one thing you know Steve would have wanted and keep it away from the government! Aside from the fact that it’s classified as a deadly weapon, the thing’s got enough vibranium to buy you a decent house. Or If you want to give it to a government don’t give it to ours! Bring it to T’challa….”

You phone was now vibrating loudly as it skidded across the car’s leather back seat. You took a brief pause from your rant and finally answered the phone. You didn’t even bother looking at the caller ID. Only one person had been blowing up your phone all morning.

“What, Wilson?” You snapped at him.

“Hey, Baby, nice to hear your voice too. Long time no see.” He cackled from the other side of the line. You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled a deep breath.

“Sam, now’s not a good time…” You told him.

“C’mon you’ve been dodging my calls all morning.” His tone finally changed to something serious.

“You didn’t think that was for a reason?” You snapped.

“Oh, I know the reason. You think I’m going to ask you about the trial.” He laughed.

“Aren’t you?” You sighed.

“Nah I saw the whole thing on TV.” He assured you. “You look great by the way, very Stark-like.”

“Yeah, well the hot rod red power suit probably did most of the leg work there.” You sighed. “What do you want Sam? Happy and I are on our way to the hotel.”

“Any chance you want to join me for dinner?” He asked.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be seen together. I’m suing you remember?” You reminded him.

“So we just make sure no one sees us.” You could practically hear him shrugging. “Besides you’re only technically suing me. Once all the dust settles with the federal case we get to pretend we agreed to something outside of court. Then everything goes back to normal and you don’t have to pretend you’re mad at me anymore.”

“Let me be clear about something, I’m not pretending to be mad at you. I’m furious.” You told him sternly. “This isn’t like the time you bleached my favorite shirt. I’m not just going to get over it. You really messed this one up, Sam. I’m not fighting this fight for you and we’re lucky we didn’t go through with that proposal of yours, because if we were married right now, I’d have no hope at all of getting that shield back.

“It won’t kill you to say that you missed me too, [Y/N].” He said.

“I miss a lot of things Sam.” You told him. “But not all of us have the luxury of walking away from a legacy. Stark out.” You ended the call and tossed your phone again.

Everything’s gonna workout exactly the way it’s supposed to. Your father’s final words echoed in your head as you stare at the window.

“Probably not this time, Old Man.” You whispered to yourself.

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rax-writes · 3 years

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Together, As It Should Be

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader

Warnings: Angst, descriptions of death / dead bodies, MCU-level violence

Notes: Two Zemo fics in one day? Yes, because I do not trust Marvel, and I just know they’ll probably screw this man over sometime in the very near future, so I’m thoroughly basking in the episode 3 goodness. // Zemo and the reader would naturally be speaking Sokovian throughout basically the entire story, but I felt that it would be redundant and annoying to repeatedly state that. So, their dialogue is written in English, but just pretend it’s Sokovian. // I don’t ever write angst. I truly don’t know where this came from. But, uh... I’m sorry in advance.

Sokovia had always been a modest country; it was never any kind of world power, but it had a moderately successful economy, infrequent wars, and above all, good, kind-hearted citizens. You had been a member of the Sokovian military unit EKO Scorpion, to protect against threats to your dear country, alongside a man named Helmut Zemo.

He was always a very analytical, observant, and intelligent man. Alternatively, you were fearless and quick, capable of deadly aim and precision in both your bullets and your hits to enemies' pressure points. There were countless times where Zemo was still busy reading the room or identifying the enemy's weak points by the time you ended them before they even had the chance to raise their weapon. The two of you formed a friendship as you rose through the ranks of the Sokovian Armed Forces alongside one another, eventually reaching the top as the commander and second in command. You eventually got to know Zemo beyond his cold, calculating exterior, and grew familiar with his dry, quick-witted sense of humor, incredible poker and chess skills, and fondness for music. There wasn't a single criminal who could outsmart or outrun the two of you; the pair of you, and your unit, were unstoppable.

In time, you fell in love with the man – although you never would have admitted it, as he was engaged when you met him, and married by the time you realized your feelings. As much as you wished it were you that he came home to every night, his wife was always very sweet and hospitable toward you, so you could never possibly hold any disdain for her. When his son was born, you knew you needed to get over yourself, get over your feelings for a man you could never have, before it cost you your closest friendship. So, you kept that love for him silent, quiet and close to your heart but never anything beyond that. Zemo even named you his son's godmother, and you attended every birthday party, school play, and soccer tournament of Carl's. He constantly badgered his parents to go over to "Auntie's place," and it was one day when you were returning him to his parents that you saw Zemo's happy little home life begin to crumble.

When you pulled up to the ancient Zemo family mansion, Carl chattering happily in the backseat, you caught a glimpse through the window of Zemo and his wife having a heated argument in the living room, both of them speaking animatedly with their hands and looking angry.

Turning to face Carl after you put the car in park, you donned a smile and suggested, "How about a game of hide and seek outside before I give you back to your parents, yeah? It's a nice day out, I want to play with my best buddy before I leave."

"Yeah!" the boy exclaimed, practically tearing off the car door as he burst out, running off toward their massive car garage to hide as he hollered, "Count to seventy-four!"

You smiled to yourself before walking up to the front door of the mansion, where you could hear the not-so-happy couple yelling at one another. You knocked loudly with the ornate, golden lion's head door-knocker, and the yelling died down before Zemo swung the door open, looking frustrated and fatigued, but as his eyes landed on you, relief washed across his features.

"Where is Carl?"

"I, uh… saw you two arguing through the window, figured it was best he didn't see that. So, he's off playing hide and seek in the garage," you explained, and Helmut nodded solemnly, looking at the ground. "Everything alright?"

"No," he answered honestly, exhaling slowly as he leaned against the doorframe. He glanced behind him for a moment, before returning his attention to you. "Let's get Carl inside, then go to a bar. I'm in the mood to drink away my troubles."

An hour later, you were seated beside Zemo in a quiet little bar in Novi Grad, watching him curiously as he nursed a whiskey on the rocks. He looked pensive, eyes a thousand miles away as he stared down at the amber liquid.

"I'm very grateful that you had Carl today. That entire conversation went far worse than I could have ever expected," he admitted with a dry, humorless chuckle.

"Mind telling me what it was about?"

"She confessed that she's been having an affair with our neighbor for quite some time now, so in retaliation, I told her that I've been in love with someone else for the past five years."

You let out a low whistle. "Yes, that's pretty bad, old friend."

"Indeed," Helmut mused, taking a swig of his whiskey.

As much as you tried to fight it, the question came tumbling out of your mouth against your better judgment. "So, who's the other woman? Do I know her?"

Helmut glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze lingering for a moment, before taking another sip of his drink and setting it back down on the bar, returning his gaze to the movement of the liquor in the glass. "No, you wouldn't know her."

Ignoring the tightness that formed in your chest at the disappointment that he didn't mean you, you asked, "How'd the conversation end? You two going to patch things up?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know. When I brought up a divorce, she suggested couples' counseling."

"An affair goes a bit beyond couples' counseling, in my opinion."

"I am inclined to agree."

"And besides, if you get a divorce, you'd have the chance to be with this other woman, the one you love," you suggested. As much as it hurt that he's not only been married to someone else for the entirety of the time you've been in love with him, but he was also apparently in love with someone besides you or her – at the end of the day, you really just wanted to see him happy.

Once again, Helmut gave you that side-eyed, lingering look, before he sighed and said, "It's not that simple. Besides, I do love my wife. Yes, I love this other woman more, and in a perfect world, I would have married her instead. But I am a man of my word, and I vowed to be with my wife til death do us part."

"Yeah, and she also vowed to be loyal to you, to be with you and only you 'til death do you part.' So, she null and voided that agreement when she became the first to break it."

"You have a point," he mused, finishing his drink as he waved the bartender down for another.

"Look, Z, life is short. You know that. You know how quickly a man can lose his life, we've both seen that in the field. And whether you realize it or not, even if you do get the chance to grow old, you'll find that your life has been lived before you ever realized you were approaching the end. Do you really want to spend what little time you have here married to a woman who chose your fucking neighbor over you?"

Helmut sighed, running a hand through his hair as the bartender sat another drink in front of him, which he thanked her for. After taking another drink, he was silent for a few moments more, before conceding, "You are right as usual, old friend. I will speak with her tomorrow about a divorce. And who knows, I may work up the courage to tell this other woman of my feelings."

"That is a good plan."

Little did either of you know, the next day brought nothing but chaos, death, and destruction, as Ultron arrived and laid waste to your homeland. You were racing into action the second the fighting began, running through the streets to your nearby military base, when you got a call from Helmut.

"Where are you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Z. Well, for now," you responded, before ducking behind a car to fire a few rounds at a few members of Ultron's fleet. Hearing the gunshots, his voice grew even more panicked.

"Get out of there immediately! Go to my father's home outside of the city, you'll be safe there."

"What kind of Scorpion would I be if I tucked tail and ran, instead of defending my country?"

"A live one!" Helmut bellowed, then groaned in exasperation. "Forget it, I know you're too stubborn to listen to me. Just get to the base and stay put until I get there. We'll fight together – as it should be."

After another few shots at those damn robots, you broke into a run toward the base, letting out a breathless laugh as his words reached your ears through the receiver. "Just like old times then, eh?"

Within twenty minutes of you reaching the military base, a handful of other members of your squad arrived, and finally, Zemo. The moment he burst through the doors, he frantically searched the room until he found you, his white button-up singed and tattered, hair a mess, and tie loose around his neck.

"Bit overdressed for battle, aren't you?" you teased as he ran to you, enveloping you in a bear hug.

"I was so worried that something would happen to you before I could get to you," he admitted in a whisper, face buried in your hair.

"You should know by now that I'm not an easy woman to kill," you replied, patting his back as you ignored the way your heart soared at the embrace. "Where is Carl? And your father? And the missus?"

"Safe, outside the city," Helmut answered, then held you out at arms length to glare at you. "Where I wish you would be."

"Not a chance," you retorted, smiling at him as you threw his military uniform against his chest, which he caught with ease. "Let's go show these robo-bastards who they're messing with."

After a straight hour of fighting for your lives, killing an endless slew of drones and saving more civilians than you could count, your beloved city began to take flight, tearing away from the Earth as it began to levitate. Unknowingly, you were standing at the edge, and Helmut suddenly fell from your line of sight, yelling your name as he fell off the side.

"Zemo!" you screamed so forcefully that it hurt your throat, as you dropped to your knees on the edge. He was dangling there, holding onto a metal pipe that had broken when the city left the ground. You laid on your stomach and extended your hand to him, which he grabbed immediately, and you used every ounce of strength you could muster to hold onto him. Motivated by sheer adrenaline and the inhuman strength associated with saving someone you love, you managed to drag him back up and onto solid ground, and he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily and wide-eyed.

Zemo gazed down at you, with such admiration and love in his eyes that the world around you grew quiet, despite the chaos of the battle still raging around you. Slowly, gently, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, before his fingers lingered on your cheek. Your breath caught in your throat, and your voice was scarcely a whisper when you spoke.

"Helmut?"

"There is something you must know," he said quickly. "My dearest friend, I –"

A sudden blast of blue energy hit the ground right next to your heads, and you looked to the side to see a handful of drones coming your way.

"Hold that thought," you quipped, before the both of you stood and leapt into action, resuming your fighting and navigation of civilians.

A short while later, you heard a few of the Avengers commanding everyone to vacate the floating hunk of Earth. You and Helmut exchanged a glance, before he walked over to them, and began speaking with a man holding a bow.

"Helmut Zemo, Commander of Sokovia's EKO Scorpion. What is going on?"

"Ultron is planning to drop the city at any moment, we need to get everyone out of here immediately."

"Dropping the city will decimate Sokovia," you noted, dumbfounded. "You're a motley crew of super-humans. Can't you find a way to just set it back down?"

"That's the goal, but we don't know for sure that we can," the Avenger explained. "We could use you guys' help getting everyone onto these helicarriers, so we can get them to safety."

"We're on it," you replied, being that Zemo was standing there in silence. As the Avenger walked off, he turned to you with fear in his brown eyes.

"Carl. My father. My wife. They aren't safe," Helmut whispered in disbelief.

You whipped out your phone and began trying to call his wife, but you had no service due to power lines being destroyed when the city took flight. He just stared at you, still shell-shocked, so you placed your hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Z, there isn't much we can do for them right now besides try to help the Avengers. The less civilians they have to worry about, the more they can focus on Ultron and getting Novi Grad back on the ground."

Helmut nodded solemnly, and you turned to the nearby members of your unit. "Scorpions! Get as many people onto these Lifeboats as quickly and as safely as possible, and when you've found all the civilians you can, get your own asses on there as well. Understood?"

They all nodded and disbanded, sprinting in various directions to execute their mission. You grabbed Helmut's hand and echoed his words from earlier. "We will fight together. For Sokovia, and for your family." The fear in his eyes was replaced with determination then, and he gave you a curt nod as he squeezed your hand, before the pair of you ran off in search of civilians.

Within a half hour, neither of you could find any more people to evacuate. Both of you were struggling to breathe, from running and from the thin air caused by the high elevation of the city, so you headed for the last of the helicarriers, making you two of the very last to evacuate. Helmut hesitated before boarding.

"I want to help them fight Ultron. Once he is defeated, this will be over, and my family will be safe."

"No, Zemo," you said immediately, brows furrowing together with concern as you took his hand, half worried he'd bolt off. "The primary objective right now isn't Ultron, it's this floating hunk of rock. That is the threat to your family right now. And the quicker we get to the ground, the quicker we can find them and get them further from the impact radius."

Helmut nodded dejectedly before boarding the aircraft with you. As it flew away from the city, you drew in a shuddering gasp as you got a better look at what you'd just been standing on. The amount of land that had been ripped from the Earth was three times the size you'd expected, and although you didn't dare to express it… your hopes of ever seeing dear, sweet Carl again dropped each second you stared at the floating hunk of Novi Grad.

Before you could give it a second thought, the city exploded, sending hunk of rock and debris flying in all directions and rocking the Lifeboat. Both you and Zemo dropped to your knees to brace yourselves, and he shielded you with his body. You looked up the moment it felt safe enough to do so, and saw a barrage of chunks of Earth flying into the nearby body of water, and to the ground below. A few people screamed as they watched the debris collide with land, knowing that countless lives were being lost every millisecond, but Helmut was still and silent, his arm tightening around your shoulders and his jaw clenched. When silence befell the Lifeboat, you turned to him with your hands on his shoulders, his arm still around you.

"Z, there's still a chance they're okay. There's still a chance."

His eyes held a myriad of emotions when he met your gaze. Fear, anger, frustration, sadness, horror. They began to water, before he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, burying his face in your neck as he held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

It was three hours later before you and Zemo were able to even enter the remnants of Sokovia, forced to wait for the dust to settle fully so you could see. The pair of you spent that time in silence, your hand in his as he looked out over the lake. It took ages to reach his father's place, clambering under fallen buildings and over rubble, and when you finally reached it… it was gone. The entire area was completely obliterated, leaving nothing but crumpled homes, craters, and colossal boulders.

Two days. Two days of digging through the debris, consisting of cement, wood, rocks, trees. Two days spent in silence, aside from you occasionally prompting Helmut to rest, drink, or eat. Two days of aimlessly searching for his family's bodies, not even sure where best to look, as the entire area had been obliterated. Two days before you heard a gut-wrenching scream from a few yards away, where Helmut had been searching. Two days before you ran to him as fast as your legs would carry you, only to stop dead in your tracks as you saw your friend and your love cradling his son's small, bloody, lifeless body from where he'd found it in the wreckage, beside his father and his wife, both of whom were also crushed and bloodied but still partially underneath a few slabs of cement and some rocks.

You removed the debris as quickly as you could from their bodies, allowing Helmut the ability to grab them as well, holding the three of them in his arms as the most heartbreaking sobs you'd ever heard in your life escaped his body. You kneeled behind him, and he leaned against you as he held them, his body too weak from exertion and grief to hold himself up. You tore a piece of fabric from your shirt to use as a rag, and wet it with water from your canteen to clean Carl's sweet little face. He looked as he did when sleeping, aside from the dirt and dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and the way his arm twisted unnaturally. Next you tidied up his father's and his wife's faces, which obviously didn't fix anything, but… just because they were dead didn't mean they had to look dead. You wrapped your arms around Helmut's shoulders, resting your cheek on the top of his head as he mourned.

You left to retrieve some emergency responders, who helped you get them in black body bags as Helmut turned away, unable to watch. They were placed on gurneys to transport them to a funeral home in the bordering country of Slovakia, near one of Zemo's estates there. You stayed there with him, helping him however possible as he made funeral preparations for his loved ones. Each day, you left before sunrise to help in Sokovia, while he stayed at his home and processed his grief. All the while, he remained stoic and withdrawn, exchanging a handful of words with you at the most, but you did not push him.

A week after their bodies were found, the funeral was held, each buried in individual plots Helmut had purchased. It was just the two of you there, standing together in the graveyard, staring at the three spots of fresh dirt before you. The grounds keeper had long since left, and the sun was high in the sky, illuminating the world despite the melancholy atmosphere surrounding you. Truthfully, the graveyard he'd chosen was beautiful; tall stone monuments and elaborate headstones, even a few mausoleums. You were busy admiring it when he spoke.

"I'm leaving."

You turned to him with your brows furrowed in confusion. "Where are you going?"

"I have some business to attend to," Helmut replied vaguely. "I will be leaving you with a key to the mansion. You are welcome to stay in this one as long as you'd like, or in any of the others. Simply call Oeznik, he will arrange your transportation and access to the other estate of your choosing."

"Can't I just go with you? The two of us, together, as it should be – remember?"

"I'm afraid I must do this alone."

"Do what alone?" you asked worriedly, laying a hand on his arm. "Z, are you okay? I mean, I know that's a stupid question, but you're scaring me. Are you going to be okay?"

"I will be fine," Helmut assured you, but there was no sincerity in his words. They were empty, just like his eyes had been for the past week. He then walked away towards his car, being that you had chosen to ride separately, in case he wanted to be left alone at their graves.

You jogged over to him and closed the door of his car just as he opened it.

"Promise me that you won't do anything stupid, and that you'll stay safe."

Helmut sighed before looking you in the eyes. "You have my word."

You kept your hand on the car door for a few moments more, studying him, before releasing it and taking a step back when you determined that he wasn't lying. He stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, and unlike usual, you couldn't read him. He had always been a somewhat reserved man, never the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but his eyes had always told you everything you needed to know. Until now. They were just so… empty.

"I love you."

The words caught you off-guard. You had been expecting a simple goodbye, not… this. All you could do was stare at him, dumbfounded.

"That's what I wanted to tell you on Novi Grad, after you saved me. I love you. I've loved you for five years – possibly longer, but it was then that I realized it," Zemo explained, taking one of your hands in both of his as he spoke. "You are the love of my life, but fate chose to torment me by giving me these feelings after I had already married another. Now, my heart… it feels like a forest that has burned, all of it reduced to dust, aside from the smallest tree that remains somewhere within the ash, the sole survivor. That is you. My oldest and dearest friend, the keeper of my heart, my angel, my purpose."

Before you could process his confession enough to form a coherent response, Zemo cupped your face between his palms and kissed you.

It was delicate, sweet, and cathartic – exactly what both of you needed, after the horrors you had recently experienced. Your hands gently gripped his forearms, needing something to touch to convince yourself that this was real. The moment you never even allowed yourself to dream of was happening. Zemo kissed you breathless, and when he broke the kiss to gaze down at you, he smiled for the first time in over a week, although it still held a sense of sadness.

"I love you, too," was all you could manage, still stupefied.

"I know." Zemo kissed your forehead before opening the car door again, and sliding into the driver's seat. You rested your palms on the rolled-down window, and he stated, "I will be back before you know it, as a better man, and we will continue where we left off. I promise you that, my love."

"Just remember your other promise, Z. Be careful," you cautioned, and he nodded, before bringing one of your hands up to his lips to place a kiss upon your knuckles.

After lovingly staring into one another's eyes for several moments, you leaned down into the car to kiss him quickly, then took a step back from the vehicle.

As he drove away, Zemo called out, "Until next time, my angel."

But the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach told you that there would be no next time.

And, in the end… you were right.

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w00wzerz · 3 years

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WARNINGS : NONE

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Icons, Imagines, Headcanons, One-shot

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Sarah ran her soft fingertips over his metallic arm, simply contemplating all the majestical things he could do with it in the bedroom. Blushing at her own thoughts she quickly shook it off and pulled away. “Are you ready to help?”

It was the largest gathering that the small town in New Orleans had ever seen! Sam had invited his distant cousins from most of the neighboring cities. The Wilson family cook out was a popular event and was even crowned the most famous tourist spot of the summer! Only contested by the Louisiana folks during the majorly eventful Bayou festival in mid May.

The small dock erupted in cheers and laughter as Hey Ya! by OutKast blasted loudly, consuming the crowd and forcing everyone to the center of the dock.

“What you young-ins know about this jam!” Sam slid from the back of the boat, four cases of Corona beers in both hands, with a contented grin plastered onto his face. Aj and Cass not too far behind.

“Where’s your mother anyway? Y’all been stuck with me all day.” Sam arched a confused brow at the two boys who shrugged their tiny shoulders in unison. “Last - I saw her with Uncle Bucky, packing the food.” Aj said before grabbing his brother’s hand and leading him to the center of the dance circle.

“Uncle Bucky?” Both of Sam’s brows shot up his forehead. “When did he get here?” He whispered to himself, when he placed the cases by the cooler on the table - and began his quest for his sister and his best friend.

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“This is my famous king crab Bucky.” Sarah shot a pearly white smile as she lathered the crab in spicy garlic butter sauce. She then gently stacked them onto one another in an oversized foil plate.

It was the time of the year where all of the eligible bachelorettes would slither their way to the dock in search of their “future husbands.” Sarah had already taken her loses and retired from the game - ever since the death of her husband. However, today seemed special, it was the first time in years that her stomach knotted in curls from butterflies so much so, that she thought she’d puke. Her youth sprung about anytime Bucky was around, similarly to a school girl with her very first crush. He just brought out the best in her, so she decided why not look the part.

Sam had mentioned to her that her skin glistened whenever she wore the color yellow. Despite how out of character it was for him to be so blunt about literally - anything, Sarah decided to take his advice and throw on her favorite off shoulder cut, form fitting sun dress. Her long senegalese twists were tied into a high bun and wrapped in a yellow ribbon that flowed behind her in pure elegance.

Turning the corner of her bedroom - on her way to the kitchen, she was greeted by a well dressed Bucky in a tight blue knit sweater that hugged his body in all the right places! And dark black jeans that displayed his full basketball trunk. He stood over a boiling pot of king crabs on the stove. Clearing her throat quite loudly, she caught his attention almost immediately. As he turned to face her his eyes widened in astonishment, almost as if he had sinfully taken a peak at the worlds most beautiful piece of treasure.

“Wow,” was all Bucky could muster when gravity became the main puppeteer, forcefully drawing them towards one another. He smiled sheepishly and continued “you look lovely Sarah.” Returning his grin she replied “and you don’t look so bad yourself, Uncle Bucky.”

Pulling him into a tight embrace Bucky’s chin rested in the corner of Sarah’s neck. He took in the scent of her sweet Vanilla Bean cologne. If he could have his way, he would have swallowed her whole that very instant. He wished for nothing more than to have her succumbed to his own desires, clawing his name on his back as she screams in pure ecstasy. Bucky swayed rhythmically with her movements, it took all of his energy not to instinctively plant a soft kiss between her neck and trail.

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“When I’m done with this batch, can you wrap it in aluminum foil and carry it to the front table for our guests?” Sarah faced the stove top, her back turned to a confused Bucky, who watched her work in utter amazement.

Bucky was familiar with crab as a cuisine, and had tasted a fair share of it during his time in Wakanda. However, he had never seen it prepared before him.

“So does it like ... cry or anything when you place it in the boiling water ... alive?” He asked innocently, when Sarah sighed in disbelief and sat the lathering brush onto the table. Her heart fluttered at his innocence, but her mind pondered in continuous confusion. She wondered just how much Bucky had missed out on in the last 70 years or just seemingly had minimal to no experience on. Turning to face him a smile crept its way up her plump lips as she answered nonchalantly “I don’t have an answer for you Bucky.”

His blue eyes glistened in curiosity as they scanned over Sarah’s features, she was unlike any woman that he had ever seen. From her bright dark brown eyes to the cute little indentation by her nose, Bucky found himself lost in their tight gaze. Until he eventually landed on Sarah’s plush pink lips. Sarah noticed Bucky’s observance and smiled shyly. Her cheeks flushed when she subconsciously ran her tongue over her lips. Of course she wanted to grapple Bucky right then and there, she had wanted to do so since she first laid eyes on the man. But one of her biggest fears was getting involved with a hero. She already had her plate full with Sam, was she really ready to add another burden to the list?

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“There you guys are!” Sam grinned and pulled Sarah into a tight embrace “I was beginning to worry.”

“Aw Sam, you missed me, how sweet.” Bucky winked as Sam glared his way. Placing the trays of king crabs with roasted corn and potatoes, buttermilk biscuits and cajun shrimp onto the table, Sarah called for the event goers to each grab a plate and head for the grub.

Sam handed both Bucky and Sarah a pair of gloves before taking a seat at the edge of the table. He pinched Aj and Cass’s noses when they playfully snatched his plate from before him. “Y’all better stop playing before I tell your mama to send you to bed early.” He smiled when they took a seat next to him.

He watched bewildered by his sisters boldness when she took a seat by Bucky. Running her finger tips over his armored arm, he noticed that she began to play her fingers through her twists. Her grin from ear to ear as she engaged in conversation with Bucky, the same thing she used to do when she had a crush on a boy in high school.

“So where’s the crab opener?” Bucky asked, facing Sam who’s face scrunched in utter disgust. Sarah bursted into a fit of laughter when Aj and Cass joined as well.

“We don’t use that utensil around these parts, buddy.” Bucky’s brow arched in confusion when Sam picked up a crab leg and ripped it in half with one tug. “You see here?” He placed the piece into his mouth and used his teeth to crack the shell methodically, in an instant the entire meat was stripped from the leg. “Now that’s how you eat a crab leg! Let me see you do it.”

All eyes were now glued onto Bucky as he studied the crab leg. His blue eyes narrowed when he used his metal arm to pick up the leg and snapped it in half effortlessly. Sarah’s eyes widened as she watched Bucky smile contently to himself. He placed the crab to his lips, intricately running his tongue over every square inch of it. He shot Sarah a mischievous smirk, before pulling it out with a loud plop! “Tasty.”

Sarah flushed immediately, inching her way out of her seat. While Sam glared intently, picking up a piece of shrimp and sulking in his defeat.

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zevlore · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Texting, Experimental Style, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Light Angst, like very light. lighter than bucky’s complexion, Fluff, Post-Canon, Tentative Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers Summary:

April 15, 2024 sam wilson - 14:12 i know you aren’t too old or too dumb to not know how to operate a smartphone

April 20, 2024 bucky barnes - 23:25 i don’t know what to say. i’m sorry. Message unsent. Resend?

The text messages between Sam and Bucky, from the first time to the last.

#im not personally a big fan of texting type fics #but i had to write this obviously #tfaws #fatws #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfaws spoilers #sambucky #sam x bucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #lakbucfics

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darter-blue · 3 years

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Seems like your a fan of tfatws. How do feel about all those stucky fans boycotting? And if you're watching are you even still team stucky?

Okay, there's a bit to unpack here...

So my blog is basically a stucky blog, it's also a bucky blog, it's a marvel blog and a fan blog and a fic blog and it's stuff I like.

I've been a Marvel fan since I was a kid and had a subscription to Spider Girl. As problematic as they can be, I love them, I love the characters, I love the movies, the TV shows, the fanfiction. All of it.

I love Bucky and Sam as characters and I have been low-key vibrating out of my skin waiting for The Falcon and The Winter Soldier to grace our screens.

Yes. I ship Stucky. Steve and Bucky, in my mind, have one of the most canonically beautiful relationships I've ever come across and the imagination and creativity fic writers in this fandom display on a daily basis, to draw that relationship out, to fill it with love and respect, to give it a life beyond its means, fills me with pride and happiness every day.

Content that celebrates characters that are not Steve is not hurtful to me or my ship in any way.

Content celebrating diversity and questioning racism and prejudice and representing real life struggles should be cause for joy. I am so pleased to see it. I'm loving how much other fans and fandom friends are loving it too.

And I'm proud to be supporting it. I'm proud of everyone else out there who is supporting it with me.

It does make me sad, that there are Stucky shippers with large fanbases who are using the kind of rhetoric that supports people insisting a black character 'could not replace Steve' or 'does not deserve the shield'. Insisting the show hurts or damages us because it focuses on Sam instead of Steve opens the door to racism and normalises it.

It makes me very sad that people would take Steve’s legacy and twist it into something dangerous and ugly.

Sam is the epitome of what Captain America should be. He is a good man. He displays that time and time again in the source material. He deserves this. He deserves to be celebrated.

And Bucky is getting the time and introspection his character has been missing for so long.

I love this show. I love the new characters. I love the material the show is focussing on. So yeah - that's gonna be a good chunk of what you'll see on my blog for a bit. And I hope I can draw you in with my enthusiasm and get you loving it too.

Thanks for letting me blabber about this nonnie. Thanks for your questions.

Come scream at me about anything and everything. But especially tfaws.

This blog stans Sam as Captain America and it stans the falcon and the winter soldier.

❤

#anon asks #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #yes i am team stucky #i am also team sam #i am also team awesome quality content and that is what tfatws is giving us

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ladyeliot · 3 years

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28th March

Good afternoon, I hope you enjoyed the week. Here I am for another Sunday with some Marvel recommendations, and while I'm at it, I'd like to comment on something.

The other day I received the first anonymous 'criticising' the fan fiction I write, I guess it won't be the last and I guess it will have happened to all of you more than once. I think that all of us who are on this social network, sharing our writings, are here for different reasons, many of them related to "fleeing" or "escaping" from our daily lives. For me, being here writing about my favourite movie/comic universe is an escape from my stressful life, it helps me to disconnect, to reduce my stress and anxiety. I know it might be a stupid thing to write, silly, but it works as a personal therapy for me. I believe that for many who are here writing, or reading, it also helps them, that's why I think that hate, rude comments or any kind of action against, what it will generate is that these people who are in TUMBLR to escape from their life, don't feel safe here. I just ask that if you don't like what people write, fine, but respect it. There are plenty of insecurities in real life, don't create them here too. Finally, I want to send all my support to all those who are here.

Love to all of you.

P.S.: I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, I'm not an English expert.

Avengers

A New Hope by @fallingfavourites

Bucky + Steve + Sam / bit of spoilers for TFATWS

Bucky Barnes

it’s ok if you forget me ✧ bucky barnes by @starrybrock

it’s ok if you forget about bucky—it’s what he deserves.

Carol Danvers

Sunset by @kram6496

Drabble

Parties and Jealousy by @sarahp-stan

[+18] Something with Carol. I need a Carol x reader where reader is making Carol jealous at one of Tony's parties so she could go home and finish what she started.

Clint Barton

December by @toomanyrobins

Clint Barton, college football star, has a new interest: Y/N Y/L/N. But with her father gone all of the time, a younger brother, and going to college, Y/N has no time for dating. Will Clint get the yes, or will life get in the way?

Johnny Storm

Satan’s Angel by @operation-619

[+18] She was hidden from the world as the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?

Maria Hill

Lost by @marvels-writings

She’s lost without you, and when she finally finds you, a goodbye looms in the distance.

Natasha Romanoff

My girl by @junajackson

You and Natasha have been dating for a while, maybe it’s time for the team to find out

Pietro Maximoff

The Hearts of the Hopeless by @sunny-reys

You are utterly in love with Pietro Maximoff, but he’s an Avenger, and way out of your league. Pietro is utterly in love with Y/N L/N, but she’s an effortlessly cool S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and completely beyond him. However, they may reveal certain truths after one jealousy-filled night at a local bar.

Tony Stark

I miss you by @johnnyshellby

Inspired By: Gorgeous by Mansionz

Sam Wilson

The art of self care by @dameronology

After a long week at work, sam wilson waits for you at home

New suit by @pointbreak-odinson

Black!Reader - This fic does not have any TFAWS spoilers and (as usual) does not give a fuck about Endgame, meaning our favorite dysfunctional couple Tony and Steve are alive. Steve simply passed on the mantle.

Steve Rogers

Somewhere in 1949 by @interstellarflowers

tw: sad, depression, grief, allusion to PTSD

Valkyrie

Valkyrie ~ Queen’s Stress Relief by @captains-simp

[+18] Established fwb (kinda) relationship, dom!Valkyrie, spanking, degrading, oral, strap on

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jazzywazzy89 · 3 years

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I know there is going to be an influx of sambucky content when tfaws drops and I know I am going to be looking for fic as soon as the last episode airs and I go through withdraw. What I am going to need is for someone with more patience than me to sift through all the new fics and content and let us know which ones actually do Sam Wilson justice. I have been burnt too many times when going through the AO3 tag since the St*cky migration started after Endgame and I just want to be able to enjoy Sam Wilson content that doesn’t downplay or invalidate his character. So, some saint out there please help Sam Wilson fans out and make a rec list.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfaws #pro sam wilson #it is not really anti stucky #but #i better tag it #because they fandom can be....#anti stucky #lol

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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FIRST of all I LOVE THAT I FOUND YOUR TUMBLR omfg 😍😍😍 Second of all I became a HUGE bucky fan since watching tfaws & just saw you mentioned smth about him being a switch, most probably. SO considering the insane amount of fics out there with Bucky being the dom; would you have any recommendations on stories where he is actually with a more dominant lady? Doesn't necessarily mean full on bdsm (although yes please) but at least a girl that knows how to show him around (the corners of the bed that is...or literally any location)... 😈😭

THANK YOU HUN OMG!!!

No please don’t even get me started on Sub!Bucky, I feel like I’ve read the entire Sub!Bucky tag on here in the past few weeks.

I really want to write something for sub!bucky soon but in the meantime, I’ll link chapter one of my absolute favourite series ever, I am completely obsessed, every single chapter is just perfect!

@mypoisonedvine

#sub!bucky #asks answered <3 #vegankitchenwitch #BESTIES MY DEGREE CLASSIFICATION CAME OUT TONIGHT OMFG

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Imo i think while Peggy is the subject of bad character writing it's recognized less because unless she had a limited presence in the MCU ( unless you watched Agent Carter which most didn't). Sharon has the same problem tho to a much higher extreme because unless you are following behind the scene stuff or read the comics you get very little of Sharon before TFAWS. Its bad writing but if thats too large a part of what you got for the character its what you now have to judge the character on.

I will say that kind of take on Peggy is much less common and has more to do with not liking how they are handling Peggy now rather than bad character writing alone. But I do think this becomes a problem for many female characters in fandom in general.

Because they are often written badly compared to their male counterparts. And while it's not their fault they are written like that they are fictional characters. How they are written is to a large degree is what they are.

But I think in MCU specifically ( since they are based however loosely on the comics) its also based on fandom latching on to the comic canon vs not. For example its common to hear about comic canon vs the MCU depiction after a movie comes out.

After the Avengers for example people talked extensively about Hawkeye how he is in the comics. And many mcu fans were like damn I know comics and MCU are seperate things but thats a shame they didn't go with that version that seems like so much more fun. Many who didnt read comics started incorporating that version of Hawkeye to their fan content some even started reading Hawkeye comics.

Alternately similar things happened with Bucky and Sharon. People pointing out things like oh Bucky was actually Steve's kid side kick in comics and Sharon had Natasha's role in WS. But unlike with Hawkeye there was less lamenting of what could have been. People felt that the story hit better with Bucky as an adult who was Steve's best friend getting brainwashed. And they felt they liked that position more with Black Widow who they already knew getting this new character dynamic with someone. Rather than bring in another character to put in that position.

So the fan works often didnt bring in that version of Sharon and Bucky.

So imo the frustration with bad character writing is emphasized more when there is a contrast to better wrtten characters ( either other characters bring written better or the same character having been written better in a diff incanation).

And they are shit on that more when there isn't really a version of them a good chunk of people prefer to see instead ( like Sharon for example especially in the movies im seeing more defense now though of the character in the show but might just be people I follow and its actually uncommon).

While the fandom might mourn the loss of good character writing and try to use fandom to fix things in fic if there is a version fandom prefers more ( like Natasha in AOU ).

You get it.

Peggy, Sharon, and Bucky all fall under the same umbrella (with Sam too, and everyone except Fury, Natasha, and Maria) where in a movie starring Steve, their characters essentially worship him. They’re all Steve’s fans who love him unconditionally. In the comics, they had no problem calling him out when he did stupid shit, especially Sharon. But not many people were willing to read their comics because the obsession over how pretty the actors were drowned out any character complaints. Only Hawkeye received enough (very much deserved) complaints that led to the Fraction/Aja series picking up sales and fans. So it allowed Hawkeye to get better writing. They don’t know what to do with the other three, so Bucky’s character plateaus on wanting a new Cap that he approves of, Sharon’s writers bashing her while viewers ask what the fuck, and Peggy just being written to fill in Steve’s shoes because the actress wants to keep working with the MCU and his actor wants to do anything else.

~Mod R

#and you’re gonna tell me we could have younger peggy and sharon together and you just won’t have them bond? pathetic #mcu wont let sharon and peggy have a visible familial relationship for shipping drama watch them do it

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Minnie, I’m loving TFAWS and how it’s developed Sam and Bucky’s dynamic just proves how well Sebastian and Anthony Mackie get on in real life. Sam deserves the Shield and Bucky deserves to live his life. Also a massive appreciation for any fan artists out there because they have created some incredible stuff, Im studying art and design atm and I’m in love with what people create!!! But what I really don’t like is the fact that there are some people in the fandom who basically use the storyline and events in the show to drag Steve through the mud because of Shitty writing by the directors and make him the ultimate bad guy. It makes me sad because it shows how easily influenced shitty writing of a character affects the rest of how things play out and how it seems some didn’t really understand Steve’s character at all. We saw how close all of them were and how they gave us relationships between them were written to play off one another really well. Does it make me bad that I’ve basically not been going on social media when a new ep comes out because of this? Yeah probably but the discourse around him is something I’ve told myself not to get involved with, it seems to be everywhere because I know people don’t want to listen and I’ll probs end up ruining my day. The Stucky tag was always a good place to go for finding new blogs and enjoying new content that creators love putting out about Steve but lately (sigh)...I loved Steve’s character and I’ve been in the fandom since the first Iron Man film so long enough to have a good grasp on understanding what the characters and decisions are like in the MCU. I was heartbroken by so many decisions made in EG because of the directors writing, many people I’ve spoken to who are obsessed said it was an alright film but some things were out of character or did not make sense (I’ve got a whole list of you’re interested). People are moving on and growing with the content we are given but I just wish that shitty writing doesn’t define a character in the eyes of others, truly loving a character is understanding them and recognising that they were done dirty not by defining them by one thing that’s happened. The negativity is really off putting. Thank goodness for Ao3 and YOU, Minnie, this is one of the blogs I can turn to and live in the moment, I love your content because you haven’t let anything stop you from posting and plus the Evanstan stuff is such a bonus as I mainly get updates from you!! Love you Minnie and I hope you take care of yourself both Mentally and Physically. Xx

Hi darling!! Thanks for your message! I’m so glad to hear you’re loving TFATWS so far! Yeah you’re right, there are definitely folks out there who are figuring out that EG’s ending was bullshit and who are now condemning Steve as a character for it, instead of the creators. That’s incredibly frustrating, but there’s not too much we can do about that. Fortunately, there are also still plenty of people who can see the two things as separate, though! And don’t forget that a lot of people are not as invested as we are, and while they might now be saying “god that Steve was actually an asshole for leaving”, in a few months time they’ll be dressing as him again for the next costumed party, you know? Steve’s legacy lives on, while at the same time there’s now space for a new, equally unique Cap. Which is wonderful, and I believe the two will coexist just fine eventually!

The same goes for the Stucky tag, by the way: right now it’s obviously a minefield, but it’ll look very different in a few months’ time. It’ll be similar to what happened after EG, most likely (although of course I know things get a little bit harder with every setback - but this fandom isn’t going to let itself be crushed any time soon!)

In the meantime, good for you for looking after your own mental health and avoiding topics or discussions that make you feel like shit! That absolutely does not make you a bad person, I promise ❤️ You do you, enjoying the show and also reading those happy, fluffy Stucky fics (or whatever takes your fancy!) and reblogging a bunch of domestic Stucky fanart, if that’s what makes you feel good, darling! I’m glad you’re finding some comfort and a happy place in my blog, that makes me very happy too! Hope you enjoy the final two eps, and take care of yourself, okay? Lots of love! 😘

#fws opinions #anti endgame #steve rogers #stucky #minnie answers #Anonymous

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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VI; Blue Bayou Series

Oh that boy of mine, by my side. The silver moon and the evening tide.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: TFAWS!Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Finale of the Blue Bayou Series

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of hospitals, mentions of eating

Word Count: 1560

Author’s Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this series! I cannot wait to write more Sam fics!

“When is y/n coming?” Sarah asked expectantly, setting a pot of boiled crawfish on the picnic table. Today was an important day for Sam, helping Sarah finish setting up for one of their famous Wilson cookouts. Everybody in the community was invited, as always, and most of the people who were in attendance had been close with Sam and Sarah’s parents.

Sam ran a lap around the table, chasing after AJ and Cass who were in a fit of giggles before they ran off along the docks. “Soon, her class was finishing up their final exam this afternoon.” He huffed, stopping to catch his breath. It had been four months since the mission that had sent him to the hospital, his arm and ribs fully healed, the only scar left on his right hip bone.

He had taken the first two months of his recovery off from missions to fully heal his body and get his mind right, which was incredibly easy since he had y/n around. She was the light of his life, his other half, and he loved her with all his heart. Sam wasn’t convinced of the term soulmates until he met her, and since he had his life had changed for the better. His healing process was unmatched with a caretaker like y/n, making him dinners and giving him extra special attention in the bedroom.

“Well help me finish setting out this food for everyone, we don’t need a group of hangry guests.” Sarah commanded, handing him another pot of crawfish to set out. They had all the fixings ready; crawfish, potatoes, corn, salad, gumbo, jalapeno cornbread, and some of Sarah’s special pecan pies for dessert. Sam set down the other pot of crawfish, noticing Bucky joking around with AJ and Cass, greeting some of the guests that he’d met at their previous cookouts.

“Buck!” He called out, jogging up to the man and giving him embracing him with a huge bear hug. Bucky’s metal arm squeezes Sam’s shoulder, a huge smile spreading across his face.

“Hey man, y/n here yet?” Bucky looked around the crowd of people, trying to spot her.

“Nah man, she’ll be on her way soon though.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest, swaying a bit on the heels of his shoes. Six months. It had been six months since he had first met y/n. And now Sam was about to do something that brought him both excitement and anxiety at the same time.

“She’ll say yes, Sam. Y/N’s love for you is undeniable. I really hope to find someone as great as she is.” That sure as hell was a lie from Bucky. He had secretly been seeing Sarah for a few months now, waiting for the right time to tell him. If Sam was riding high on y/n saying yes, Bucky was in the clear with his secret.

“Yeah, yeah I hope so. Go ahead and sit down and eat.” Sam patted Bucky on the shoulder before heading back over to Sarah to get the rest of the food set up. This needed to go well, especially for y/n.

An hour later and the cookout was in full swing, everyone eating and having a great time. Sam and Bucky were sitting at a picnic table near the dock, talking about an upcoming mission when y/n arrived. She was so beautiful, and Sam couldn’t help but stop his train of thought to stare at her. Her curves were accentuated by the blush pink floral dress that wrapped around her figure, her strappy wedges strutting as she walked. She made her way over to Sarah, giving her a hug before AJ and Cass ran towards her, hugging her tightly and handing her a few wildflowers they had picked in the grass.

Her eyes scanned until she met Sam’s gaze, her plush lips curling into a smile. The way she smiled had Sam’s heart beating in his chest, standing up and walking towards her. Her left hand still gripped the wildflowers as he picked her up in his arms, slotting his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, breaking the kiss after a moment with a loud gasp. “You just saw me this morning…” She teased, letting go of his neck as he set her back on her feet.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, his hands running down her arms until he held her free hand. “I can’t be excited to see you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, placing another soft kiss against his lips. “I’m excited to see you too. Also, I’m starving. Sitting in a classroom of kids quietly working on their final really worked up my appetite.” She pulled Sam over to the table he and Bucky had staked claim of, giving Bucky a side hug as she sat down beside him.

“How’ve you been Buck?” She asked, grabbing a plate off the table and starting to pile it with the contents from the cookout. Bucky continued to break apart a crawfish, sucking on the head before digging into the body.

“Been good, Sam keeps me busy as always.” Bucky responds, a wide smile on his face. Y/N places a forkful of salad into her mouth, swallowing before working open a crawfish of her own. Sarah always made the best food, Sam learning first-hand from her and then teaching y/n. The meals y/n had consumed since moving to Louisiana were better than most of the food she had in her lifetime.

“You’re always busy, now that Sammy’s all healed up it seems like missions have taken off.” She countered, taking a bite of her crawfish.

Sam couldn’t help but zone out as Bucky and y/n talked, the small black box burning a hole in his front pocket. He needed to wait at least until she was finished eating, his leg bouncing nervously as he watched them converse again. This was the most nervous he had been in his entire life, including all his missions, but it would hopefully all be worth it soon enough.

A few hours had passed, y/n moving from table to table chatting with the guests. It was great to see her enveloped in conversation with the community he loved, and the people who were there for him through everything. He loved that his close friends and family loved her as much as he did.

The sun was starting its descent in the sky, the nervous jitters setting in as he realized what he was about to do. Sam took a deep breath, standing up from the table he was sitting at before moving closer to the docks, facing the group of picnic tables.

“Could I uh-could I get everyone’s attention for a moment please.” Sam shouted, waiting for the groups before him to quiet down, moving their attention from their individual conversations to him. “Y/N, can you come up here please?” He asked, holding out his hand as he waited for her to weave through the throngs of people.

“Sam, what’s going on?” She whispered, letting go of his hand as she stood before him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

Sam’s heart fluttered in his chest, his nervousness slipping away as he focused on her and continuing to breathe. “When I first became Captain America, I didn’t know what I was doing. It was hard to meet people again with my new identity, getting stopped on the street all the time to take a picture with someone or having to Facetime with a fan whose parent I had met on the street. It was all very overwhelming, until I met you. You knew who I was and didn’t let that shroud your judgement of me. Our first date, when you told me that you wanted to go out with Sam Wilson, that Captain America was not just all of me, was the first time in a long time where I felt normal. Every day since then has been an adventure with you, getting to know you and having you get to know me better. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve gotten through a few bumps and bruises.” Sam paused, a wide smile spreading on his face.

“I told you at the hospital that I wanted to love you forever, and I meant that. And today’s the day we can start that forever.” Sam stepped back, moving to get down on one knee, his hand fumbling around in his pocket for the box.

“W-what are you doing?” Y/N asked, her eyes wide as she watched his motions.

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N...I love you with every fiber of my being. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” He pulled out the black velvet box from his pocket, revealing a 2-carat marquise diamond cut ring nestled inside an 18k white gold band.

Tears fell from y/n’s cheeks, her head shaking up and down excitedly. “Yes...yes of course I’ll marry you Sam!” Sam got up from where he kneeled and swept her up into his arms, kissing her lovingly. The crowd of people cheered behind them, Sam’s hand shaking as he guided the ring on her ring finger. Y/N admired it for a moment before peppering kisses along his face, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“You’re my forever, Sam. I cannot wait to be Mrs. Samuel Wilson.”

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