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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Steve x artist reader

During their break day these two will be in art challenge after art challenge nat and wanda watch whist the two sketching . Sure it creates an ambiance then bucky and sam watch while bucky bets steve would run out of paper before reader dose (can steve and reader be as a couple here)(freindly competiton?)

Mastery (warning for light language)

This is the most insane thing you've ever done, and that's coming from a group that fights aliens (sometimes).

Usually, it's paper and pencils. Usually, branching out means canvas and charcoal or--gasp-- colored pencils, which for reasons unknown Steve absolutely hates. It's so bad, he's like the cat and cucumber challenge: if a colored pencil ends up near him, he scatters like the devil's on him.

You have also absolutely scared him that way dozens of times on purpose, including that one time you littered his bedroom floor with them. He was screaming at you, standing on his bed as if you'd locked him in a minefield.

You got it on video, too. Bonus that he was in only boxers.

But this isn't quite usual.

The mission was long, drawn-out, and the worst mix of profound boredom waiting for something to happen and intense fighting suddenly.

The whole team is loopy, so the regular competition is cranked up to MAX.

You were all gone so long that no one had refreshed the art supplies, and after a few minutes of bemoaning what to do, Wanda tosses out the perfect instigator.

"You know, real masters can use anything to make art."

Steve made it to the fridge first, vaulting casually over the couch you two were laying on, and he tried to bogart all the condiments until you slapped a few bottles out of his grasp. Then he simply ran to one wall and you to the other.

A ketchup and mustard sunset later, using the juice from some pickles as thinner to a strawberry jam portrait of Natasha, you beam with pride until you step back and look at your boyfriend's wall.

Son of a bitch.

Mayonaise and black olive-haired Bucky is just as good. He must have snuck back into the kitchen because slices of uncooked bacon stripe the texture of Buck's vibranium arm.

You stick out your tongue, but the cheers and jears from your watching friends continue. It's inadvertently become a boys vs girls contest.

Fine. He wants to dance. Let's dance.

Jackpot, you find a beet in the veggie drawer, slicing it quickly into various chunky sticks, and return to your wall. The bleeding red acts sorta kinda like charcoal and maybe slightly like watercolor, but damn, Wanda looks amazing in all her magical glory.

Pesto sauce Hulk isn't your best effort, but whatever.

Glancing over, Steve's stepping away with an elated grin. Dammit, he cannot win.

You march over when you see Wanda, Nat, Bucky, and Sam all staring in awe.

But...But what the hell? There's nothing there!

The tubes of white creams from the medicine cabinet scatter the floor at his feet as you approach.

"Damn, cap," Sam whistles. "That's...that's som'hin."

When you align with the onlookers behind Steve, it becomes clear. The eggshell white wall has shiny itch cream and matte toothpaste atop it in the pattern of Falcon himself, Exo-7 suit's wings outstretched in all their glory, googles on, head high and heroic.

"Awwww, what," you whine. "That's hardly fair."

"He's had a bit more practice than you, doll." Bucky is smug in his team's victory.'

Steve turns and closes the distance between you, hands covered in all sorts just like yours, and he cups your face.

"How 'bout we call this one a draw, eh?"

Nat snorts behind you. "Worst dad jokes ever."

The group groans when Steve kisses you gently, forcing you to breathe in the scent of things-that-should-not-mix through your nose. It's all the prize you hoped for, the only one you ever seem to want now.

The ding of the elevator rouses you from your hindbrain.

"What the ever-loving fuck have you done?!" Tony stands agape at the mess, tilting his head nearly over 90 degrees just to make out all the different pictures.

Wanda clears her throat. "We've been watching masters at work," she says with a smile.

[Light Masterlist; Main Masterlist]

#ro answers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers #fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x reader #steve x you #fluff and feels #fluff and romance #steve rogers drabble #drabble #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steven grant rogers

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Sneak Peak - Lightning Bug Chapter 13

“When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?” You didn’t expect that question. “Look I know you are still a kid but humor me.” You sighed, resting your chain on your forearms.

“I wanted to be an astronaut,” you loved looking up at the moon and imagining what your life would be like up there.

“Why an astronaut?” You smiled.

“Because it was the only thing I could think of to get far away from my parents,” you leaned back on your palms. “Now that I say it out loud that seems really sad.” Sam nodded, offering you a sad smile. “What about you? Did you always see yourself being an Avenger?” Sam laughed, shaking his head.

“I was a boy from Louisiana. Being a ‘superhero,’ he added the quotations around the word. You frowned at that. “Wasn’t on my radar. I wanted to be a fisherman and take over my parents’ seafood restaurant.”

“What changed?” You asked. It was his turn to sigh.

“My parents died. I joined the military,” you waited for him to continue. “I served two years and was a test pilot for their EXO-7 Falcon,” you watched as his eyes became lost in the memory. It reminded you of Yelena.

“Did you lose someone over there?” You asked. He nodded.

“His name was Riley. He got hit with a RPG and fell out of the sky,” he sighed. “There was nothing I could have done.” You remember what America said on how Sam got hurt - something hi Sam that knocked him out of the air. You stood up and sat down next to him. You wondered if he felt like Riley, helpless and scared. Or did he feel guilty that he couldn’t do more while he was hurt? You smiled.

“I sometimes forget how human all of you are,” you felt Sam watching you. “I’ve seen you guys on the news and in the newspaper doing impossible things to save us normal folk,” you finally looked at Sam. “But you are human, with human emotions and human limits.” Sam looked away from you and stared at the empty training room. “I’ll say the same thing to you as I said to Nat, you can’t save everyone.”

“What’s the point then?” He asked. “Why were we granted these gifts if we can’t save everyone?” It was a tough question and one that made sense.

“I don’t think you're supposed to,” you whispered. “Good and evil, superheroes and villains, it’s a balance. One can’t exist without the other.” Sam let what you said sit with him.

#lighnting bug #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #wandanat x reader #wandanat x you #wandanat x daughter!reader

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tobiasdrake · 1 year

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So, obviously, episode 5 has to begin with Sam and Bucky vs. John. They are no longer even entertaining the idea of this man anymore. With Nico's blood still fresh on the shield, Sam and Bucky confront John in the warehouse where he's convinced himself he's done nothing wrong, and they violently disagree with his assessment.

Sam tries. He really, truly does. He points out that John has better odds than not of facing no significant consequences from the inevitable internal affairs investigation. But John is drunk on Never My Fault and is beyond reason.

This fight is vicious. John's got that Super-Soldier Serum coursing through his veins now. He gives as good as he gets, all while screaming "WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THIS!?!?" like a baby man.

Sam doesn't have the Serum, but his ingenuity, mobility advantage, and weapons lend him an edge that allows him to keep up. Together with Bucky, he dethrones John from the position of Captain America and takes the blood-stained shield back. He still doesn't want it, but John definitely can't have it. Not anymore.

This symbol cannot be John's to define any longer. For the last three episodes, we've seen what Captain America means to John. And in this fight, the people who knew and loved him most reject John's interpretation.

At great cost to themselves, no less. Sam and Bucky retake the shield, breaking John's arm in the process. But John tears off the EXO-7's wings. The Falcon becomes the price Sam pays to reclaim the symbol of Captain America.

(But Sam does still use the thruster for the strength he needs to pull the shield from John's arm. Sam may have to sacrifice the Falcon to become Captain America, but it still forms the basis of who he is. And that's something that can never fully be taken away.)

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #john walker #bucky barnes #captain america

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crazyunsexycool · 8 months

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Can we get a little sneak peak of your Sam stories? Please 🙏🥰 or just the synopsis if you prefer!

I love you so much!❤️ take care of yourself!!

Hi! The love this ask!

So I have dragon rider (working title)

Which is king!Sam x dragon rider!reader

Reader is the last dragon rider in all the realms but everyone thought the last dragon and dragon rider, reader’s father, died in the last war. King Sam took the throne after the death of his parents. He’s managed to make his kingdom a peaceful and prosperous one. The threat of a new war is spreading like wildfire. King Sam and the dragon rider will have to join forces to defend not just Sam’s kingdom but all the realms. And just maybe they happen to fall for each other too.

Love on broken wings (probably a mini series)

Sam x reader

Sam and reader met through the military. Sam had been hand selected along with his best friend and partner Riley to use a new experimental suit, the EXO-7 Falcon. Which was created by reader. They hit it off immediately and Riley is a big supporter of their budding romance. Then tragedy strikes. In his grief Sam pulls away from reader and they eventually go their separate ways. It’s not until a few years later when Sam is now an Avenger and is introduced to the new mechanical engineer and weapons specialist, reader, that he’ll have the chance to set things right before it’s too late.

(Untitled, most likely a one shot and/rod drabbles)

CEO!Sam Wilson x assistant!Reader

Sam is a very wealthy and successful CEO. He runs his family’s business and is single. He loves his job and enjoys his life. One very early morning you get a call from your boss, you have to be at his place as soon as possible. When you get there you’re surprised to find a little girl, who’d been crying her eyes out, in the living room. Turns out that a few years ago one of Sam’s one night stands got pregnant and decided she didn’t want to be a mother anymore. Sam has no idea what to do and he knows you’re a mom yourself, so he asks for help. The mischievous little kids will do whatever it takes to see their parents together.

And of course I’m more than happy to receive requests for Sam and any other character I have written for before or one you’d like to see me write for!

#you’ve got mail 💌#val answers #Sam Wilson ask #future series

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samwontshare · 1 year

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One thing that interests me about Sam is that he’s an Air Force PJ, which means he has some of the most specialized military training out there. But PJs aren’t pilots. They specialize in parachuting, search and recovery, emergency field medicine, diving and swimming, even rock climbing. PJs don’t fly because they’re being flown in and out of missions - we see that in the first ep of TFATWS, which was highlighting Sam’s pararescue training in recovering a captured airman.

BUT we know that Sam IS a pilot. He flies a quinjet in IW. He seems comfortable instructing somehow how to take over a helicopter. Not to mention the Falcon EXO-7.

I wonder if Sam also got some flight school training as part of his recruitment for the wings. I also wonder how Sam was identified as a volunteer for the program. It makes sense PJs would be chosen - you’d have to have pretty extensive parachuting training to use the wings. So not only was Sam exceptional enough to become a PJ (most drop out of the pipeline), he was even more exceptional to be chosen for the program. Sam must have been the best of the best.

#sam wilson #random Sam thoughts

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plantswithme · 2 years

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I wonder if Sam had a fascination with birds as a child.

I wonder if he got books about birds for his birthday and read everything be could about all the different species.

I wonder if he would wish for a camera every christmas so he could take gorgeous photos of the ones that sit in the large trees in front of their family home.

I wonder if he has a favorite one, and if so, why is it his favorite, is it physical? the birds coloring? or is it their intelligence and demeanor.

I wonder if he ever found an injured bird and brought it to his mom, desperate, wanting to help the injured animal.

I wonder if he ever did something stupid as a young boy, like trying to see if he could fly, because he wanted to be able to so bad, but he ended up injuring himself and worrying his parents nearly into the ground.

And is all this a part of what lead Sam to the EXO-7 Falcon Program… ‘Cause he always wondered what it would be like to fly…

#i have some sam thoughts #i really hope we get something about sam’s childhood in cap 4 #i just love him so much i want to know everything about him please #sam wilson #captain america #sam wilson captain america #also this is about mcu sam i have little comic knowledge #imagine young sam making fake wings out of cardboard and feathers his mom had for easter or something :’)#dove posts stuff

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Broken Wings || Pt.5

Sam Wilson x OFC Ada Marks

Summary: A 6-8 part mini series following OC Ada Marks as she rekindles a relationship with Sam but can they really get past their long history for a fresh start or is it better to just let go. Set after FATWS with Bucky and Sam being friends. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, violence, warfare, sexual themes. || Series Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||

Afghanistan, 2013

“I don’t like this,” I said for the third time as Sam and Riley worked quickly to pack up the camp we had set up. “We should go together.”

Riley sighed to himself but wouldn’t say anything because it wasn’t in his nature to go against an order despite hating when we were separated too. “How long until they get here?”

“Chopper will be here in an hour,” Sam said as he sat on my rucksack so I could zip the overfull bag closed. “You and I fly in at 2300.”

“What about me?” I rose with my hands on my hips.

“We have been over this babe, two of us going in is already a risk,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll be on standby, Ada.”

I wasn’t happy with the strategy but arguing would get me nowhere, but I would damn well make sure I was ready and waiting should one of them need me.

I rolled up my mattress and tied it up with twine before tossing it out of the tent and onto the growing pile of belongings. My uniform was the only thing left unpacked but I wouldn’t change into it until the tent was dismantled. Taking it down would break a sweat and the last thing I wanted was to sit in damp clothes on an hour long flight back to base.

“Incoming,” Riley announced as he heard the chopper blades while we were rolling the last of the canvas tent up tight.

We quickly shoved the tent into its travel sack and covered our eyes as our transport arrived, kicking up dust in its wake. Two fairly new soldiers jumped out and helped us pack the chopper with our bags before we strapped in and we were off. The desert terrain fell away as we climbed higher and higher and the peace I had felt camping with my boyfriends fell away with it.

“We’re home,” Riley said as he shook my shoulder and woke me up.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to lift my head off Sam’s shoulder but his head was heavy on top of mine and I nudged his side so he would wake up. He lifted his head and looked around, forgetting for a moment where we were before stretching and waiting for the skids to touch down.

“58th in the house!” A loud voice called out over the sounds of the engine turning off and we all smiled at the 48th Rescue Squadron leader.

“You know how it is, Fischer, call in the big guns when shit gets real,” Sam joked as he pulled him into a hug and clapped each other on the back.

“Only until they share your tech with the rest of us,” Staff Sergeant Ian Fischer retorted with a laugh. “Go on, everyone’s in the bullring.”

I gave Ian a hug and Riley shook his hand as we walked past on our way to the building that Sam was already disappearing into. Riley slung his arm over my shoulder as he caught up and I felt the pre-mission jitters and excitement begin to build. I had no idea that just 12 hours later my world would come crashing down.

“Alright, Falcon and Eagle, you have Starling for backup but we want to get in and out under the radar so the less Exo-7s out and about the better.”

We all nodded as we stepped into the straps of our suits and began the quite lengthy task of securing our jet propulsion wings to our backs. We checked each other’s buckles to make sure they were snug before stepping out into the cool evening air. I pushed my ear comms deeper into my ear to make sure it wouldn’t fall loose when I flew and checked that everyone could hear each other as well as command central.

We reached the clearing where our take off point was and I stood between Sam and Riley, holding one of their hands each in mine. We had seven years of pararescue missions under our belts, four of those with the Exo-7 wings. It still never made this moment any easier.

“These things we do,” Sam said as he squeezed my hand.

“So others may live,” Riley followed.

“58th until the end.”

We never said I love you. We never said goodbye. It was an unspoken rule that had never been broken. We stepped away from each other and expanded our wings before engaging the jets and taking to the skies. Two yellow dots were blipping in my helmet and those would be the two lights that guided me home, Falcon and Eagle.

"The target is 8.6 miles northeast of Dabay. Uploading coordinates now,” Air command notified us through our comms before a red dot was added to the map in my helmet.

"Eagle, take the right flank. Starling, stay out of range behind us."

We followed Sam's direction and I broke away as we reached the mountains that crashed steeply into the valley where Khandil was in hiding. I watched as Riley barrel rolled to the right and they both dove down into the dark depths and out of my sight. The air was still as I hovered in place ready for any sign of trouble but there didn't seem to be any. I was beginning to think the intel was wrong as their positioning beacons showed they had landed in the enemies territory unscathed.

Suddenly machine guns fired in rapid succession and I heard Sam call out to Riley as he located Khandil. Their beacons moved hastily around my helmet as they manoeuvred their way about of the valley they were trapped in and Sam confirmed he had Khandil in his custody. Unable to remain in position any longer, I set my thrusters to full speed and raced over the terrain to reach Sam and Riley.

Bullets hit my wings as I swooped at the insurgents and took some of the heat away from my men before I saw an alert for a missile heading straight for me and I tucked my wings in close, dropping from the sky. I felt the heat of the explosion above me and looked up to find Riley had protected me from the shrapnel and other projectiles. Opening my wings wide I blew a thank you kiss to Riley before heading back to Sam.

"Starling, get out of here," Sam called out as I reached him. "Eagle, let's go!"

We both looked back as we banked sharply to avoid an RPG heading towards us and I turned to see another RPG coming from behind.

“RILEY!”

Time slowed as the horror unfolded before our eyes. He had a 50/50 chance of banking left or right to dodge the RPG that passed us but he chose wrong. His right wing curled in and he turned right into the second RPG that was coming up behind him. Fire and flames engulfed him and there was nothing that I could do as he disappeared in the explosion.

Fury flooded me as I looked down at the men scattered around the valley walls, from here they looked like ants and those ants took Riley from me. Sam was calling out to me, ordering me to leave but I couldn’t just let them get away with what they did. I pulled the comms piece out of my ear and dropped it as I tucked my wings in and plummeted from the sky.

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The drive from York to Washington DC was quiet. The only voice that broke the silence was Riley as he pressed his nose to the window and watched the scenery pass us by, questions flowing from his lips quicker than the water of the Potomac River Sam drove along. Trying to ask him to have quiet time was futile and I had given up by the time we crossed that state line into Maryland, opting to try to sleep instead.

“Mr Wilson?” Riley asked as he leant into the middle of the seat and found Sam looking at him in the small mirror.

“Come on little man, call me Sam.” He smiled. “What’s up?”

“What was my dad like?”

I fought the urge to open my eyes and kept my head on my rolled up hoodie that was doubling as a pillow for the drive.

“Shouldn’t you be asking your mom about him?” Sam was obviously uncomfortable with the question and you heard the leather seats creak with his shuffle of movements.

“I think it makes her sad when I ask.”

Sam’s sigh was barely audible but you knew he did it. “He was brave and kind and always put everyone else first. He was like you, protective of your mom.”

Riley chewed his lip and returned to looking out his window before gasping with fright. I bolted upright and leant across the seat to look out his window and spotted a man flying towards us with a rudimentary version of a wingsuit.

Grabbing Riley, I tucked him under my arms and slipped a pair of control gloves over my hands to activate my wingsuit that was in the cargo hold.

“We’ve got company,” I growled as I noticed another man out my window and grabbed my son’s face. “Stay low, Ry. Hear me? Just stay low.”

“Ada, what are you-”

I pinned Sam with a stare through the rearview mirror and interrupted him, “What I have to, get Riley out of here.”

Wind whipped around the car as I opened the door and dove out, Riley and Sam’s shouts sounding behind me. The back of the car exploded as my wingsuit tore through the metal and erupted out of it before they slammed into my back and saved me from hitting the asphalt road.

The thruster kicked in almost immediately and I was thrown forward with the power much stronger than the previous marks had been able to pull. I almost screamed in exhilaration but it was the fear of my son that kept me focused on the two targets I had my eyes on.

It was mere seconds later that I was swooping past the car and the men with the inferior suits were too slow to avoid my sharp blades that slashed through their own wings before they could draw their weapons. One crashed heavily into the highway and came to a rest unmoving but the other managed to crash into the grass verge and lifted his weapon towards Sam’s car, at my son.

I could never make it there in time but my wingsuit could. There was no time to think about myself as I flicked my wrist and fell from the sky as my suit disappeared from my back. A scream of pain tore from my lips as I landed badly on my already sore leg, my skin shredding along the road as I rolled but it was all secondary to the relief I felt as the wings wrapped around the back of the car, protecting its occupants from the bullets.

The harsh sound of metal dragging across the ground had me look away from where Riley was safe and I found the man who had attacked up aiming his gun at me. It wasn’t the first time I had stared down a barrel but it was not something that ever got any easier and I felt the blood rushing in my ears as my heart raced. I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t risk bringing the wingsuit back and leaving Riley unprotected, he was my world.

“My boss wants you alive so he can kill you himself,” the man spoke in Pashto.

“Khandil can kiss my ass,” I spat back and jutted my chin to the road behind him. “If he wants me, he’s going to have to go through that.”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder and saw Sam throw his vibranium shield. The metal crashed into his back, breaking the wingsuit he wore and throwing him off balance and off aim, right into my fist that rendered him an unconscious mess on the asphalt.

“I told you to look after Riley!”

“I wasn’t going to leave you, again,” Sam said as his voice broke and he scooped me up as gently as he could. There was no stopping the memories that assaulted me as I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne and my head found its way into the curve where his strong shoulders met his neck. It was a place that always felt like home, and it still did.

“You really outdid yourself,” he said with a rather disbelieving chuckle as he reached the car and you closed the wingsuit up with a swish of your hand. “It’s like you’re trying to one up me.”

I barked a laugh as he slipped me onto the backseat beside a worried Riley who I immediately wrapped in my arms as I cocked an eyebrow at Sam. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Nothing can outdo that costume of yours.”

#sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x oc #Sam Wilson x woc!oc #sam wilson fic #marvel fanfic

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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Ain't No Grave

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43028733

by glittercake, Yavannie

In 2010, Sam loses the love of his life in Bakhmala and retires from the Air Force. Late 2014, with the fall of Hydra, the love of his life comes back from the dead to assassinate him. In which the Winter Soldier is Sam's EXO-7 partner. In which he is shot down and believed to be dead. In which Sam carries that loss around for years before a violent twist of fate reunites them.

Words: 4411, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Falcon!Bucky, falcon!Sam, Falling In Love, Secret Identity, Brainwashing, Torture, Presumed Dead, Grief/Mourning, Reunions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ensemble Cast

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43028733

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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polizwrites · 1 year

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A Rising Star

Sam passes on the Falcon rig to the best possible candidate: Joaquin Torres.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Sam Wilson & Joaquin Torres Rating: General Tags: Post - The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Legacy, Passing the Torch, Missing Scene Word Count:293

This is a fill for today's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: [#FFF185 Birth of a Star] as well as my @samwilsonbingo Mini Holiday FREE square.

“Hold on,” Joaquin said, his voice trembling just a little. “You actually mean it, Sam? You’re giving me the wings?”

“Yeah, I do mean it, and yeah, I am.” Sam replied, struggling to keep a grin off his face; after all, he didn’t want Joaquin to think he was making fun of him. “I mean, I’ve got a new rig now. Part of my Cap gear.”

“Yeah, and it is freaking amazing!” Joaquin’s face lit up. “Where’d it come from?”

“Bucky called in a favor from Wakanda.” That was the easiest way to explain it. “But I’m gonna need a wingman, and I figure you know more than just about anyone else about how the Falcon rig works.”

“I mean, mechanically and theoretically, yeah, but...” Joaquin’s enthusiasm dimmed slightly

“Listen, I know you’ve been hang-gliding and the basic principle isn’t that different, at least to start,” Sam explained. “It’s mostly about shifting your weight, combined with the wrist controls and goggles.”

“And the armband?”

“That’s mostly for weapons, and ...” Sam trailed off; the loss of Redwing still hurt. He supposed he could ask Princess Shuri and her team to build a new drone, or maybe he and Lang could collaborate, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Barnes told me. I’m sorry.” Joaquin knew that the drone had been more than just a piece of equipment to Sam.

“Thanks, man.”

Joaquin looked the EXO-7 over carefully. Walker had given it a hell of a beating, but the two of them had spent hours getting everything back together and functional. As he ran a hand over the backpack thrusters, his lips curled up into an almost cocky grin, making Sam smile in reply. “So,” Joaquin asked, “when do I get to start trying this beauty out?”

#writing stuff #fanficlet #mcu/marvel #Sam wilson bingo #Sam & Joaquin #shameless self promo

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the-innumerable-heroes · 9 months

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grimmusings asked: @vvolfstare

∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . (or reverse; Sam/Bucky, or your choice! @vvolfstare)

"Great, I've got this suit for two seconds and I land flat on my ass in it." Sam Wilson, now looking beaten, battered and bruised, after crashing while trying out the new vibranium EXO-7 Falcon, that Bucky Barnes, the very man bandaging him up now, had so graciously had made by the Wakandans. Sam appeared mostly whole, all he knew was that he hurt like hell right now. Sam chuckled.

"Looks like you're lookin after me. For once." Sam smirked at his little playful jab at the super soldier who was currently doing first aid to Sam's dumb ass.

#grimmusings #winter soldier #bucky barnes #captain america #sam wilson #falcon #the-innumerable-heroes #answered asks #rpthread #vvolfstare

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glittercake · 1 year

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READ CHAPTER 1 HERE

LINK TO ART HERE

Please enjoy my collab with the wonderfully talented @yavannie for the @starspangledbigbang! The full art piece is embedded in the fic but keep an eye out for the art post on here and reblog it! We have spent months on this collab and it has been so much fun, thanks for this incredible experience and beautiful art, Yav! ❤️

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam x bucky #star spangled mini bang #pre catws #canon divergent #samantha writes #art studio #ANG

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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The Stark Legacy (9)

Ghosts, part of Book 1: Reality (see previous or series)

Summary: A fight leaves team members wounded.

Warnings: Short chapter of quick action fighting a slightly disturbing enemy. Paranormal horror for like three seconds. Rated Teen/Mature, so 15+ only, please.

CHAPTER NINE—June 2038

“This is some real Game of Thrones sh—” Tony was interrupted by a dirt zombie, as he dubbed them, lunging to eat his face. “Fresh out of brains. Please come back tomorrow for salisbury steak.”

“Only you could look at these things and think of food,” Falcon mumbled into his comms, flying high across the battlefield assessing the movements of hundreds, now thousands of temporarily animated bodies.

“Maximoff, you got any dragons?”

“Stark, you’re a child,” Wanda replied, ripping apart an entire group of demons with her mind and a graceful gesture.

Iron Man flew over to hover in front of her. “It’s so nice to be noticed.”

Bucky lifted his gun after reloading, back to back with Natasha. “Can I retire yet? I can’t take another twenty years of this.”

“I swear, Barnes, if you leave me with him…” Nat jumped headlong into a cluster of the evil dirt clods. The bodies broke apart easily enough, but the noise—their howling cries from hell—it was very disturbing. “Oh, god, it got in my mouth,” Nat spat.

“This feels like a video-game,” Peter Parker exclaimed joyously. “They’re not even scary.”

“Coming in hot,” Rhodes warned, peppering the flank with machine gun fire.

It all seemed so standard and even comfortable. This was their element, sass-fighting, and it made Tony almost happy to relinquish his considerable brain power entirely to wiping out these pitiful foes in the Siberian tundra.

“Anyone else feel that?” Wanda’s voice dropped. “Is that an earthquake?”

“Get ready,” Nat warned solemnly.

Now he could see it in flight, a visibly rolling, barren field beneath him, and a great hole collapsing in its center, glowing like lava.

“Falcon,” Tony yelled, launching to get Wanda out of the way.

“I’ve got him.” Sam Wilson swooped down to grab Spider-Man before the ground fell.

A massive blood-red body emerged from the crevice, thin and stretched to four times the size of a man. A starving form of bone and sinew that rose higher and higher as the earth fell away from the demons he commanded. They all had faces, souls of those who had left this world.

Surrounding Bucky and Nat were the ghostly victims of their assassinations. Men and women staring blankly at them while closing in. People they had already watched die, people daring them to do it again. Problematic politicians, clinging mistresses, rival businessmen, and one small figure Bucky didn’t recognize: a child, maybe a teenager. He heard Nat whisper beside him.

“It can’t be.”

Tony set Wanda down at a safe distance. He turned and began to say “what is that thing—” Then he saw his mother, gossamer and despairing. “Mom,” he breathed.

A flash of blue circled Wanda, slowing to stand in front of her and wink. “It’s not real, Stark. They’re not real.”

The great fiery figure let out a roar, flailing his gangly arms and spiked tail into the air. A hand clipped the EXO-7’s wing, crashing Sam and Peter into the ground among a crowd of souls. The mouths of every wraith unhinged to resonate the horrible shriek of their master.

Lightning struck.

“MEPHISTO,” Thor called, “you will leave this world and its people alone!”

Satan and his hoard replied with a cry, the specters all turned to attack the God of Thunder.

“I do not ask twice,” Thor threatened as the sparks began to dance around his body. The air turned electric, and no sooner had the ghosts sailed into the air to meet him than the field exploded with light and death.

[Ch 10: Wedding]

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( quiet only when soaring in the clouds, a booming laugh from the other room, being scared because doing what’s right has always been terrifying )▸ welcome to latverion, SAM WILSON (FALCON/CAPTAIN AMERICA). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 44 and use HE/HIM pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as KINGDOM OF MANHATTAN SHERIFF, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution. ( anthony mackie )

ABOUT BASICS

FULL NAME: Samuel Thomas Paul Wilson ALIAS: Captain America AGE: Forty Four AFFILIATIONS: The Avengers GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Male He/Him FACE CLAIM: Anthony Mackie

IN-DEPTH ANALYSIS

POINT OF ORIGIN: MCU with background/abilities flushed out using 616 comics.

ABILITIES/SKILLS:

EXO-7 Falcon Capabilities: Sam has complete mastery of his wingsuit. The suit gives him: Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Agility, Superhuman Stamina, Superhuman Reflexes, Enhanced Vision, Flight

Master Pilot: Sam is not only able to fly using his Falcon suit but also, jets, planes, helicopters ect.

Expert Martial Artist

Shield Mastery

Expert Marksman

Expert Acrobat

Expert Tactician

Expert Engineer

Multilingualism: Sam is fluent in English, as well as French, Spanish and Arabic.

Avian Telepathy: While his abilities are strongest with his falcon Red Wing who he is bonded with, Sam has the ability to connect with birds and see through their eyes. This ability has only manifested recently.

HAVE THEY BROUGHT ANY FAMILY OR PETS WITH THEM: Red Wing 2, a peregrine falcon. And Sarah and the kids.

ANY HEADCANONS YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW:

Sam as well as working for the military when he first came back from tours he got his Social Work license.

Sam has PTSD and is open about his struggles.

Sam has always always volunteered his time to help anyone he can, and has never stopped at the legal standard of care for those who need it.

QUESTIONNAIRE

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT EMPEROR DOOM?: Sam sees Doom as just another dictator who thinks he knows what’s best for the world. It makes it easy that Doom is so clearly an evil caricature, and Sam can see his hopeful intentions even if he openly disagrees that one man can rule anything.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE BATTLES? ARE THEY TRYING TO AVOID THEM? OR ARE THEY EAGER TO JUMP IN? Sam gets it, he’s seen soldiers start fight clubs, he’s seen the way the blip changed the rules and the world, it would almost be entertaining if it didn’t have the stench of last resort all over it. There’s a difference between people choosing violence, and all other options of agency being robbed from you.

WHY HAS YOUR CHARACTER ACCEPTED THEIR JOB POSITION? WILL THEY USE IT TO GET CLOSER TO DOOM? OR WILL THEY USE IT EXPLOIT HIM? OR DO THEY SIMPLY LIKE THEIR JOB? Sam Wilson stared at the sheriff badge for five minutes before asking if doom was fucking crazy. When he thought about it further he realized maybe he could make a difference or at least use the position to keep the resistance as safe as he can in Manhattan.

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