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morallyinept · 4 months

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Every Pedro character and every single line they say.*

Exactly what it says on the tin! A list of every Pedro character and their full dialogue/lines. I'm putting this together, mostly as a writing source.

Sometimes, referring to an original character's dialogue can help when trying to write for them. For example, you can see patterns in their speech, words they favour to use over again etc... So, I hope this proves useful for anyone writing for Pedro's Characters. Or if you just want to simply read the dialogue for fun.

☝🏻This will be updated regularly, and when new characters are added to Pedro's portfolio of works.

*List does not include certain adverts, skits, voiceovers, guest appearances on shows/SNL, or table/script readings.

Please see below for all the Pedro characters in TV, podcasts and film. Translations included.

Enjoy! 🖤

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In alphabetical order:

TV & FILM:

Billy - Iris

Clint - Freaky Tales

David - Window Shopping

David Portillo - Homeland ALL EPISODES

Dave York - The Equalizer 2

Dieter Bravo - The Bubble

Din Djarin - The Mandalorian ALL EPISODES & THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT EPISODES

Ed Indelicato, Detective - Wonder Woman UNAIRED

Eddie The Freshman - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Ezra - Prospect

Francisco 'Catfish' Morales - Triple Frontier

Frederick Mercer - Charlie's Angels UNAIRED

Goth Guy - Earth vs. The Spider MINIMAL LINES

Greer, Special Agent - L&O SUV

Greg - Undressed

Gregor New - Good vs. Evil

Jack Daniels, Agent Whiskey - Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Jay Castillo - Red Widow ALL EPISODES

Javier Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent

Javier Peña - Narcos ALL EPISODES

Joel Miller - The Last Of Us ALL EPISODES

Juan Badillo, Agent - Graceland ALL EPISODES

Kyle Hartley - CSI

Kyle Wilson - Without A Trace

Liam - Nikita

Lucien Flores - The Univited

Marcus Moreno - We Can Be Heroes

Marcus Pike - The Mentalist ALL EPISODES

Maxwell Lord - Wonder Woman 1984

Max Phillips - Bloodsucking Bastards

Nathan Landry - The Good Wife ALL EPISODES

Nico - House Comes With A Bird

Noah - I Am That Girl

Oberyn Martell - Game Of Thrones ALL EPISODES

Omar Assarian - Lights Out

Ortega, Special Agent - The Sixth Gun UNAIRED

Oscar Castro Varga - Exposed UNAIRED

Paul, Maître'D - The Adjustment Bureau MINIMAL LINES

Paulino - Sweet Little Lies

Pedro Across The Street - Calls

Pero Tovar - The Great Wall

Pietro Alvarez - If Beale Street Could Talk

Reggie Luckman - L&O Criminal Intent

Ricky Hauk - Touched By An Angel

Santos - Drive Away Dolls TBR

Shane 'Dio' Morrissey - NYPD Blue

Silva - Strange Way Of Life

Steve - Hermanas

The Thief - Casillero Del Diablo Wines ALL COMMERCIALS

Steve - Nurse Jackie

Ted Garcia - Eddington

Tim Rockford, Detective - Merge Mansion ALL COMMERCIALS

Tito Cabassa - L&O

Veracruz, Comandante - Burn Notice: The Fall Of Sam Axe

Zach Goffman - Body Of Proof

Zach Wellison - Brothers & Sisters

PODCASTS:

Dan Landry - Motherhacker

AWAITING CONFIRMATION OF ROLE:

Materialists - Character TBC

Gladiator 2 - Character TBC

☝🏻New characters will be added as and when new projects are released.

If I've missed any, or there is one you would specifically want to see, please let me know. 🖤

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #din djarin #javier pena #dieter bravo #frankie morales #marcus pike #marcus moreno #javier gutierrez #ezra prospect #max phillips #maxwell lord #pero tovar #dave york #agent whiskey #detective tim rockford

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writeyourdarlings · 1 month

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say it with me: tfatws season 2 with more joaquin, more uncle bucky messing around with aj and cass, more sarah wilson, more sam bucky and sharon's friendship, more interesting villain, more cool plot, more collaboration with the comic writers. and for god's sake let sam have the power of talking to birds and let bucky have alpine

#aya speaks #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #a girl could dream alright

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captaincapsicle83 · 2 months

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The Little Pests

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary- Sam’s friend, an IT worker for Stark Industries turned new recruit, has a crush on an avenger. Being a good wingman (hehe, get it?) does everything he can to get the reader and Bucky closer, even enlisting the help of other avengers.

It’s almost obnoxious actually.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main romance, rest platonic), Sam Wilson x reader, Clint Barton x reader, avengers x reader

TW: Cursing, Sam and Clint being silly, “suicide” but like, it’s a bobs burgers reference (you’ll see)

A/N: I was bored, so I pushed aside EVERY OTHER WIP I should be working on (about eight separate ones), left all my drafts open, completely ignored my old, geriatric ideas, and wrote something off a whim

Behold, my capricious work of art

“And, this is our kitchen, that’s our toaster. The toaster is always broken don’t try to use it,” Sam says. His right arm is on your shoulder, the left gesturing around the room, showing you around he compound.

“Why doesn’t it-” You’re cut off by a man with light brown hair swatting the toaster with his fist.

“You whore! I want my poptart!” He grunts.

“He’s why,” Sam shakes his head, and rolls his eyes. Clint Barton; Hawkeye, Destroyer of toasters.

Clint whips around, disgust evident on his face, “Oh, no, no, no, Sir. Don’t act like I’m suddenly the only one to blame here. Take a look at Mr. Banner and his anger issues, the cyborg, or, better yet Sammy, look in the fucking mirror.”

You decided right then and there that you liked Clint. “Sammy” scowled at Barton, before motioning for you to sit at the table. He had already shown you around the rest of the compound, including your room, making the kitchen your last stop.

As Sam rummaged through the cupboards, Clint sat in a chair across from you, groaning and huffing like an old dad with aching joints (Clint couldn’t be more than in his thirties or fourties’).

“Are you here to fix the toaster?” He asks you, his voice sad and his eyes even sadder. He was like those little animals with big eyes of pleading in Disney films.

“No, I’m sorry. I could try,” you suggest the last part, and he perks up. He sits up straight in his chair, rather than sprawling, and shifted to drumming his hands on the table.

“Met anybody else yet?” He asks, Sam still looking for food with not much luck.

“Nada, just you and Sam,” You say, truthfully. You had honestly expected more traffic, but were just the same grateful to be mostly undisturbed.

“Oh, good, you’re lucky. After us, it all goes down hill,” He “tsk-tsk”’s. “Let’s give you a run down. There’s Bruce and Tony, they’re our brains. They don’t sleep. They’re, like, tier two after Sam and I. Also tier 2, we got Natasha and Wanda. They’re scary. I will not elaborate. Tier 3, Vision, Thor, Rhodes, Spider-Kid. Mostly uneventful around the compound, Visions here the most, other three not as much. Then there’s our senior citizens in the bottom tier. Steve and Bucket. If they were a spice, they’d be flour.”

The way Clint was talking, it felt like the scene in mean girls where Janice and Damien find Cary in the bathroom. You were giggly at his little hand motions and theatrical way of painting the scene.

“What makes you and Sam tier 1?” You ask, Sam coming over with two jars of peanut butter, spoons sticking out of them.

“Birds!” They both yell to each other. When you make a face at Sam’s offer of a jar of peanut butter, Clint takes it right away. You watch in wonder as the two bicker with each other, getting the feeling they were the only ones who found themselves to be “tier 1.”

***

You had been with the avengers for, say, about 7 months, finding it easy to make friends and have fun between missions and SHIELD duties.

“Well,” Clint was saying to you and Sam, the three of you sitting at the compounds dining table, coloring with crayons on printer paper. “I’m glad you two are having fun, because I am going to kill myself.”

He holds up a poorly manufactured picture of a duck. You all convulge into a set of late night giggles.

It was four am, and you had all just returned early from a mission. After a mission, especially one where you could sleep on the way back, you sometimes found it nice to unwind with your teammates.

As you all tried to compose yourselves, you didn’t even notice someone else enter the kitchen part of the kitchen, not until Sam called out to them that is.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?”

“Hmm? Nothing. Coffee,” He looked startled, then straight back to basically being dead tired. The bags under his eyes looked like they just took a trip to Costco.

He looks reluctant, and like his mind has to do a lot of mental gymnastics to convince himself to do so, but ultimately he sits down at your table.

You’re drawing a picture of some birds (well, what was supposed to look like birds) in a little bird house. Your heart was beating about 10 decibels faster, and your hands became more unsteady.

Clint and Sam both privately took note of your change in demeanor. The way instead of using circle motions either your crayons, as you had been, you were pressing harder and going up and down. And how you simply just layer them on the table rather than back in the box. And the short sweet glances sent to one new person at the table….

***

Private messages between Sam Wilson and Clint Barton that you should never have seen, had you not been playing candy crush on Clint’s phone one Saturday morning. You’re a snooper, you snoop, it’s what you do.

Wednesday 5:36 am

Clint: Are you sleeping bbb

Sam: that best better not stand for what I think it does…

Clint: Y/n left me after you and Bucky did. Think the girl needed time to fantasize

Sam: YOU NOTICED TOO

Clint: I see everything, always

Sam: ominous

Sam: Clinton have you ever watched the bachorlette

Clint: I loveeee where this is going

Sam: I think she has a little crush

Sam: we should set them up

Clint: I can already see the kids

Clint: they’ll be names Sam and Clint of course

Clint: after us

Saturday, 9:29 am

Unread

Sam: did you destroy my fucking coin master village 17 times???

Sam: Barton, your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it

***

Dead. You promised Clint and Sam they were dead.

At first, you thought it was just a joke. Until the advancements started.

It was Thursday, the team gathering for a dinner, as they did every once in awhile. As soon as you entered the room, you saw Clint and Sam basically playing musical chairs to keep an empty seat open next to Bucky Barnes.

“Are…Are you two okay?” Steve asked, genuine fear and concern on his face.

“Totally.”

“One-hundred percent.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You’re acting weird captain.”

Steve sits, slack jawed, at a loss for a response. As you walk towards the table, your shoulders are grabbed by Clint, who is saying in a sickeningly sweet and chipper voice, “Y/n! Goodness, great to see you! Sit here! There’s a spot next to Bucky! You know Bucky! You love Bucky!”

You were a *mess* the entire dinner, unable to completely focus on anything but breathing patterns.

As the evening was coming to a close and others were dismissing themselves, you made cold hard eye contact with Clint, seated directly across from you. His hands were folded on the table like an innocent school child.

“Barton,” you said, your voice stern. “Wanna play Chinese Checkers?”

He shakes his head violently, but says, “Sam does too.”

Sam gets up from the table, so fast, his chair knocks over and silverware clatters.

You quickly jump up, chasing him down the hall. Clint follows, brandishing a phone camera, a will, and a way.

The rest of the group was frozen now, looking in bewilderment at what was going on. Or rather, their lack of knowledge of what the hell was going on?

“Anybody have input?” Tony asks after a long silence. Everyone looks equally lost.

They all look when a thud sounds in the direction your trio went.

***

Bucky and Steve are walking track to their rooms, later that evening. Steve had mission reports to do, and Bucky had thoughts to process and a diary to write in.

“So, what do you think of the new girl?” Steve pokes the bear, hoping to get a rise out of his friend.

“Hmm, oh. I dunno. She’s nice, I guess,” Bucky shrugs, and Steve’s goofy little smile grows like the grinch’s heart.

“Really? Because you look liked you were having an awful lot of thoughts tonight at dinner. And, you know, you stare at her long enough every other day…”

“Do not.”

“Do so.”

Bucky stares at Steve, unknowing of what to do in this situation. He shrugs again.

“So what?”

“So? So you should, oh, I don’t know, have a real conversation with her instead of just breathing into each others general directions. It’s nauseating having to watch Sam and Clint push you guys into the same space.”

Tonight may have been the first time you noticed, but in truth that kind thing happened in many many scenarios. Even before Clint and Sam connected that dots that you liked him.

They wanted their ship to sail.

***

“You took a shower!?” Clint says to Bucky, in a low and shocked voice. He held an incredulous look on his face, one Bucky wanted to smack right off.

“Yeah, try it sometime,” Bucky quipped.

“Y/n’s in her room,” Clint took a sip of his coffee. She has loads of paperwork. Probably will be in there all day.”

Bucky’s mouth opens and then shuts, not wanting to know why Clint was helping him. In truth, he wasn’t. Clint was helping you.

Within minutes, Bucky was outside your door, giving himself the cutest, peppiest of peptalks. Albeit, in his head because he could not handle the embarrassment of the e door opening to you seeing him babbling like a madman.

So when you did open the door, he tried flashing a warm smile. At the sight of it, you thought you would simply just faint. Right there, thud on the floor.

While your brain was debating whether you would prefer internal or external bleeding of the skull (internal, you decided, wouldn’t mess up your hair) Bucky cleared his throat.

You looked into his blinding blue eyes, the way a deer looks into headlights (meaning any minute you would get hit by the car…)

“Hi,” Bucky breathes out.

“Hi,” you say, your voice cracking.

You wanted to choke yourself out.

“I have something to tell you,” he starts. “Or- or I wanna talk to you.”

“…oh…” FUCKING CHRIST! Oh?? That was the best you had???

“Look, y/n I’ve sorta…I like you, quite a lot. And I’ve been nervous to talk to you or tell you about it, because I really don’t like opening up about my feelings. But-”

You cut him off by pouring out, “Ilikeyoutoo!”

“You- oh…Well…this wasn’t as bad as I had thought then.”

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Yeah, guess not.”

He doesn’t say anything, the two of you staring into each others eyes. He starts to lean in, his perfect face getting closer to yours. The action feels magnetic as you lean closer.

You take in his features. His brow, his chiseled jawline. The symmetrical two sides to his face, like if you took a meat clever down the center, you’d have matching halves.

Just as you can feel his breathe on your lips, right before the two of you can make contact, you both jolt apart at the sound.

Clint falls from your ceiling, Sam landing on top of him. The metal grate that filtrated the air in your room was below them, broken ceiling tiles, pink insulation and regret strewn about your flooring.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #sam wilson #clint barton #platonic #romantic #bucky barnes x female reader #avengers x reader

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fiprobably · 3 months

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What is it about Sam Wilson that you love?

Late answer but! There's a lot of things that I love Sam for. Here's a (hopefully) comprehensive list!

His sense of justice tends to lean toward the people more than anything (does that even make sense??). He has a deep understanding of the people and especially POWs. He used to work at the VA, he gave up his life to bring Bucky home, he understood Steve on a human level, and he pays immense attention to black vets and always strives to make the public recognize them. That's also why he makes a better Cap in this period of time imo. His justice isn't focused solely on America itself but everyone in the world who is facing injustice.

He's family-oriented. Coming from a country that highly values family, I think I connect deeply to that aspect of him. Sure, his sense of justice drove him away from his family, but he owned up to that and tried to make it up to his sister and nephews. Also he is so determined to keep his family legacy, and I love that for him?? Family man W, he should be my wife.

He's kind all around, but not a pushover. He jokes around and laughs and all that, and that's mostly how we sees him. But he also has his opinions and isn't afraid to stand up for himself, doesn't let anyone put him down. He doesn't tolerate Bucky's bullshit even though they're (technically) friends.

He's so skilled in what he does. Like, the man can fly and fight and use a giant boomerang and fix his robot bird that probably still uses Stark tech and do smooth talk and joke and just?? All the while not possessing anything superhuman like the super soldier serum or a genius brain. He gained all them skills entirely through practice. He's the embodiment of practice makes perfect. Just built different fr.

He has the best sense of humor. That's it. That's the tweet.

Boobs?? Thighs?? Ass?? Tooth gap?? That smile?? Eyelashes?? He's just so pretty??

He's just perfect idk

That's definitely not comprehensive but here you go lmao

#sam wilson #captain america #falcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #ask fi!

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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Mission: Find Spector (3)

Marc Spector x F!Reader, Sam Wilson x F!Reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (platonic)

A/N: More of this because Moon Knight should be in the Avengers.

SUMMARY: You and Marc get close.

WARNINGS: Mentions of past trauma, child abuse, liquor drinking (casual)

WORD COUNT: 2.7 K.

Your eyes focused upon the man who was focused on you. He was eyeing you like you were some kind of piece of art he needed to study. Marc Spector, he says. How intriguing that this man shared his mind and body with several others.

“Nice, to finally meet you.” You softly nodded at him and smiled. Feeling soft towards him because of the memories you just witnessed. His terrible childhood. His insatiable habits.

“I see you’ve met my alter, Steven…” He scratches the nape of his neck, “…and you’ve learned pretty much all there is to learn about me.” His eyes nervously look up at you. This woman who was hunting him and now knows everything that made him who he was. He felt theoretically naked.

“I’m sorry about that.” You shifted your legs, you appeared stiffer because the air immediately got denser. You wanted to comfort him, the empathetic side of you was eager to just let him know that his past is safe with you, that he shouldn’t feel any type of embarrassment. You understood. He needn’t worry.

Marc shrugs it off, as he usually does. Burying it deep down so he wouldn’t need to confront these emotions. It was quite a harmful habit, really. “It’s nothing… What I’m more curious about is, why you’re looking for me. Tell me Avenger, why?”

Slowly, you tried to consider how you would convince him. “Captain America, Sam Wilson- he-“

“Oh, the Falcon.”

“Yep. He’s Captain America now.” You talked a lot with your hands, so your right hand was moving in a way to express your point.

“Captain ‘Falcon’ America, nice.” He finds himself getting a bit more comfortable. You already knew him, inside and out, and you didn’t seem to be a bad seed. So, he just began cracking jokes.

“American Falcon would be nice, too.” You tilt your head, a small smile popping from your face.

“Orrr… Falcon Captain.” He raises his eyebrows and has a persuasive tone in his voice.

“Dear God, no. Captain Falcon?” You proceeded to give more suggestions. Fueling this little back and forth the two of you were having.

Marc nods and laughs at your name suggestion, but his smile fades. He was just trying his hardest not to break. So, in Spector fashion, he changes it again. “It’s good, real good. He suits it.”

Marc leans to the back of the couch, letting his body language show that he was comfortable even if he truly was still on the edge.

A soft smile continues to crowd your face, you knew he was just being jittery because he didn’t want to focus on the mind reading fiasco. But, you know he was right to change the topic. His past wasn’t any of your business.

He was the mission, you needed to get him to Sam.

“So, Marc. We need you back at Avengers HQ. Sam needs to know about what you know about the Cairo situation.” He noticed the shift of your voice, it was more professional; no nonsense.

“Avengers HQ? I feel special.” He smugly crosses his arms. “Unfortunately, I have business to finish. I’m sure Steven already let you know I’m an Avatar of Khonshu.” He looks at you to gain confirmation.

You nodded gently, before you could verbally respond, he continued his statement. “So yeah, tuts…” The nickname made you confused but also shocked you a bit. “I gotta finish my mission for this phony baloney God. Don’t you have other missions?”

“Unfortunately, Marc Spector, you are my mission.” You slouched against the couch, trying to come up with ways you could try to pull him out of this.

Then and there, you got an idea. “How about I help you with this ‘Bird God’ guy?” He turns to you, sort of intrigued. “You know, I help you, you help me. You’ve seen what I can do, I propose.” You asked him and he nodded. He did see, through Steven so he knew you were a force that would be useful.

“You don’t even know what my tasks are yet.” Marc runs his hands through his hair.

“Don’t have to, I’m sure I can handle it.” In your own opinion, you sounded cocky. But hey, you had the guns to support your cockiness.

“Big talk for a girl like you.” He smiles as he shakes his head while standing up. You follow him, eager to hear his response. “Alright, you got a deal.” He extends his hand out to you, to which you gladly shake. A pumped up grin across your face.

“Okay, let’s go!” You grabbed his sleeve and pulled him towards the door.

“Hold up, hold up, hold up. Now??” He weighs you down by standing still, his eyebrow raised to show his condescending expression.

“Yeah, we’ll take the plane.” You answered like it was a matter of fact type of deal.

He was confused, “Plane?” You release your grip on his sleeves and felt a bit excited to let him know what plane you were talking about.

“Yessiree. Get your butt ready, we’re leaving in an hour.” You sat down by the door and waited for him to move. Instead he stood there, still conflicted and trying to process the situation. My man was buffering.

You wave your hands in a ‘shoo’ motion, which he hesitantly follows. Going to the back of the flat to grab a backpack of clothes and some fresh new ones to change into probably.

You tried to remain inconspicuous as possible. Even telling Marc to grab a cap and shades.

“It's the middle of the night.”

“Just wear them!”

So he did, I mean that was Sam’s advice to you when you asked him a few months ago how you should keep a low profile. He told you caps and shades are the way to go. No matter the time of day.

Marc and you made it to the quote-unquote plane you were bragging about, by the private airport. There was one security guard by the barbed gate and he was an old friend. The dimly lit airfield was there just behind him.

“Well well, if it isn’t trouble.” The tall man jokes around as he crosses his arms. He chuckles as you jokingly bow down.

“Hi Devon, listen, I need the jet.” You remove your cap and shades. Marc copies what you do and places it in his jacket’s side pocket. Thanking God that his vision was no longer impaired.

“Sure thing.” He was about to open the gate but spots Marc, “Who’s the guy?” He points while tilting his head to the side.

Marc extends his hand to shake Devon’s hand but he denies it, making Marc do that awkward shimmy back with an open hand. Feeling bad, you eased Devon. “This is my mission, try not to scare him off, please?” You pat Devon’s chest, making him open the gate.

He was still eyeing Marc as Marc replicated his look. They were doing some weird intimidation tactic but they just ended up looking like idiots.

“Spector? Come on.” You call out to him so he can quicken the pace.

He was shocked to follow you to a luxurious private jet. It looked like it was made out of gold and marble. Honestly, how the hell could you have access to that thing? Marc didn’t know about your vigilante past and how you got filthy rich through it so, his curiosity was warranted.

“Who owns this, this thing?” Marc questions as you open the side of the jet, the steps popping out as the door slides.

Both of you climbed up the stairs and moved into the jet before answering the question. Marc plopped his bag down on the first leather chair he saw.

“I do.” You smirk back at him. His head pops back up to look at you, pure disbelief. Like, women are of course, as powerful as men. But, you just looked so down to earth, like, he didn’t expect you to be rich as fuck.

He saw your name embroidered into the headrests of the seats, plus a few pictures of you by the walls of the jet.

“You do?” He moves up to the cockpit and sits on the co-pilot’s seat. He watched in awe as you flicked the switches and pressed the buttons. He was very impressed with the fact that you knew your stuff.

You answered by nodding as the jet door closed. You backed out onto the runway and prepped everything you could.

Marc was intent on knowing more about you. I mean it seemed only fair, you knew everything about him. He didn’t have superpowers like mind reading, so he opted to just ask you. The jet lifts up with ease and Marc is so giddy, he nearly squeals.

“So, Y/n, right?” He begins,

“Yes sir.” You press autopilot and stand up to grab both of you some liquor.

He follows you and sits down on one of the passenger seats, you sit opposite of him. Plopping down some whiskey, vodka and some ice. “Pick your poison.” You poured yourself a glass, leaning to the back of your seat.

Marc grabs himself a few shots of whiskey and some ice. “Tell me about yourself, it seems only fair…” He relaxes onto the chair.

You knew this was coming, and you probably owed him this. “Sure, what do you wanna know?”

“How’d you get, all this?” He points to the jet’s interior.

You take a soft sip of your drink. “Well, I was a ‘for hire’ type of person before joining the righteous Avengers.”

“You were a murderer??” Marc almost chokes on his drink.

“No, I was more of an assassin.” You tilt your head

“Same thing.” He chuckles at your poor attempt to call your job something else. “I get it, we can’t fight what we were bred to be.” His tone suddenly gets serious, taking a big gulp of the whiskey.

A soft sight escapes your lips, feeling exactly the same way. Hydra made you into a weapon, how could you proceed with your life without resorting back to your initial purpose.

You saw his drink was empty, so you reached out for the whiskey bottle but he did the same. Making both of your hands meet, his hand falling on top of yours. The sensation makes both of you look at each other, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks turn bright red.

He was a very handsome man, it wasn’t hard to find him attractive. Plus, after seeing all his memories, you had a nonverbal bond with him. “Sorry-“ He was the first one to retract his hand back. “-Was just about to pour myself a drink.”

“Let me do the honors.” You sweetly chime in, pouring a few ounces into his cup.

After that, there was a bit of tension building up between the two of you. And boy it was awkward. You were a very gorgeous sight for Marc, and he was actually impressed with you. I mean, a woman he just met shouldn’t be making him feel things, but unfortunately, here you were.

Marc tried to reconcile the awkwardness by furthering the conversation about you. “So those fancy powers, where’d they come from?”

You participated in the conversation, “oh um, I was born with it.” You proudly stated.

“Woah, really?” He leans forward to you, god you were getting more fascinating by the moment. “Like, as a child, all that? How was that like?”

His question caused you to stiffen, your parents would abuse you, and maybe that's why you were so empathetic towards Marc. All the shitty things a parent shouldn’t be, were done upon you. Getting grabbed by the wrists, pulled across the room, slapped, beaten. They would do things such as lock you up in a dark room. Too ashamed to have you as their kid. Constantly starving you, berating you, calling you all these derogatory names. All while you were at the ripe and impressionable young age.

“I… wouldn’t have known.” You opened the vodka bottle and poured a very high glass before chugging it down. “I understand you more than you think.” A light smile peeks through, making Marc realize exactly what you meant.

He reaches out and pats you on the leg, gaining a soft reassuring look to fall upon his face.

You and him had formed a bond, its just that neither of you have even known it yet.

The flight to Avengers HQ was as expected, since you left London during the early morning, you arrived to the HQ nearing Lunch.

Captain Wilson was already there, with open arms as you ran towards for a hug. His face turns stern when he spots Spector.

“You found him, huh?” Sam eyes Marc down with a bit of authority, making Marc salute to him out of respect.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Captain Wilson.” He proudly states, Sam repeats the salute and excuses it. Marc adjusts his bag, you help him by taking it off and bringing it along with you.

“I’ll take it from here, snowflake.” Sam waves you off and you shake your head at his comment.

“For the last time, Sam, I am not a snowflaaake.” You moan about, “I’m making us smoothies, anything particular you want?” You directed the question mostly to Marc, you already knew what Sam likes. Marc beams at you and feels cared for with every little bit of action you do. It warmed him.

“Uh no, anything you have is fine.''His response was soft, the moments you shared together in the jet were very meaningful. He couldn’t get your caring gaze out of his mind. Eventually he gets taken by Sam to a separate room.

You, on the other hand, go to the kitchen to prepare and make the smoothies you promised. You didn’t expect Bucky to be in there making a sandwich, so he happily welcomes you back.

“One day mission, record time isn’t, doll?” He speaks as you approach the countertop. Grabbing fruits and superfoods from the baskets.

“Thank you, James.” You give him a side hug, “Didn’t miss me all that much, did you?” You teased, bumping his hip.

“Ah well, it was more peaceful without all the snowflakery.” He teases, moving past you to sit on one of the bar stools in front so he could still see you while making the smoothies.

You roll your eyes, “God, you guys don’t let that go, do you?” You plop some of the fruits down into the blender, grabbing water and protein powder along with it.

“Eh well you did get very pressed.” Bucky takes a bite out of his sandwich. “Anyway, did you have to use your powers?” He was a very understanding friend, this scary former Winter Soldier. He knew the ups and downs of your life and understood you.

“Yeah, but!” You began pressing the shake button. “I was able to use my telepathy!” You felt proud of this step towards mastering your powers but felt a bit torn about witnessing Marc’s hidden memories.

“That’s great, doll!” Bucky congratulates you with a big grin and thumbs up. He notices the torn expression flooding your features and couldn’t help but ask. “Yet, you don’t look thrilled, what’s wrong?”

You hesitate, pouring the smoothies into separate containers. “Its just Spector… He’s a very complicated and damaged person.” Gently, you close the lids and grab some straws.

“Sounds like someone I know.” you knew he was referring to you, of course you and Marc had similar problems.

“Yeah, Buck, but he’s different, you know? He’s intriguing, fascinating, even.” Taking out a carton drink container, you secure the two drinks for Sam and Marc. While you poke a straw through yours.

“You have a crush.”

“No! No! It’s not like that, I just have so many questions, I wanna study him. Know more about his intricate mind.”

“Yep definitely a crush.” Bucky grabs your smoothie from your hand and takes a sip, you were gonna whip him but you were used to it. He gave it back to you after.

Before you could interject, Marc and Sam come in. A smile on both their faces. “Hey, here’s the smoothies.” You push the drinks forward.

“Thanks, you better get ready.” Sam grabs a drink and hands it over to Marc, before grabbing one for himself.

You stuttered and asked, “uh for what?”

Marc and Sam looked at each other and grinned, they apparently had a nice little chat about Cairo.

“You promised Marc you’d help him with Cairo.” Sam smirks at you, you lift your brows. Of course you did, well, this’ll be fun.

Part 4

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agentem · 9 months

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I got excited because I saw someone with a bird.

It's not Sam.

It's not Joaquin.

It's Clint. Because there was an owl in that one episode of Hawkeye.

Anthony Mackie should sue.

(The big "spoiler" is that Goliath is in What If... ? season 2 but Laurence Fishburne said he was doing the show so... yeah... I had put that together already.)

#let sam wilson talk to birds #give sam his bird #sam wilson #anthony mackie #falcon #hawkeye #clint barton

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 5

Birds and Promises

(not my gifs - second on found on pinterest)

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, g-lock, birdstrike, angst, if i miss any please let me know

word count: ~2.6k

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chapter summary: while we all know what happens in the air, we don’t know what happens with the aviators on the ground when three nearly die during a training exercise. how do hangman, rooster, and star react to their best friends nearly dying? will it change things between star and omaha?

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 6

*************** *Wednesday*

You all sat in the ready room listening to the coms of the current run through.

“This mission is damn near impossible with these parameters,” Fritz said as he flopped onto the couch. You sighed and sat on the barstool close to the radio facing Jake.

“It’s the only way everyone has a chance to get out alive,” you sighed, placing your helmet on the bar. Rooster huffed and shook his head, but no one said anything about it.

“Talk to me, Bob.” “We are 12 seconds late on target. We gotta move! We gotta move!” “Copy. Try to stay with me.”

The radar could be heard beeping through the radio.

“Huh? Wait, who’s that?” Bob’s confused voice rang out. “Blue team. You’ve been spotted.” “Shit, it’s Maverick,” Coyote cursed.

You stretched in your seat, “Here we go.”

“What the hell is he doing here?” Phoenix’s question was valid, Mav hadn’t flown with them the past two days. He was only out there today in case a bandit happened to engage them.

“I’m a bandit on course to intercept. What’re you gonna do?” “He’s 20 miles left. Ten o’clock. 700 knots closure,” Bob offered to help the two pilots diverge a plan.

Coyote turned his head, “Your call. What do you wanna do?” “Continue. We’re close. Stay on target.” Bob kept his eyes on Mav, “He’s swinging around to the north!” “Stand by for pop-up.” “Be ready on that laser, Bob.” “Copy. I’m on it.”

“Blue team, bandit is still closing,” Mav reminded. You tensed in your seat and looked at Hangman, seeing his teeth clenched around a toothpick. “You might get splinters there, Cowboy.” He rolled his eyes and focused back on the radio.

“Popping now!” The grunts of the change in trajectory could be heard before Coyote spoke again. “Talk to me, Bob! Where’s Maverick?” “He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” “Target’s in sight,” Phoenix said. “Where’s my laser, Bob?” “Deadeye! Deadeye! It’s no good! Sorry, I can’t get a lock!”

You groaned and hung your head. No one could hit the damn thing. “We’re out of time, I’m droppin’ blind.” No one spoke for a second. “Damn it! Missed!”

Now they were in the high-G climb out. Grunts and gasps were heard, causing you, Rooster, and Hangman to tense; each one of you had a best friend in the air.

Tone was heard, “That’s tone.” “Maverick’s got missile lock on us,” Bob said. “Shit. We’re dead,” Phoenix cursed. “Blue team, that’s a fail. Level out, Coyote.”

Hangman sat upright, his chest slowly increasing in rhythm with the silence.

“Coyote. Do you copy?” More silence. “Come on, Coyote…” “Coyote, come in.” Nothing. “Coyote. Level wings.”

That’s when Jake started to panic. “Snap out of it, Machado. Come on!” “Oh, God. He’s in G-LOC.” “Get the fuck out of it, Javy,” Hangman was clenching his fist.

You reached over and grabbed his hand, allowing him to seek something to ground him. Maverick called out to Coyote, but it was useless.

“He’s gonna burn in!”

Phoenix’s words made Jake shoot up out of his seat like it burned him. “I’m going after him.” Mav’s words were lost to the blond as you tried to calm him down.

“Hangman! Hang- Seresin! Jake, Jake look at me!” He did, green eyes surrounded by red. “You have got-” “Rogers, if you tell me to ‘calm down’ I swear-”

You could hear Maverick, the room was dead quiet except for Hangman’s panicked breathing. He was trying to get a tone. Jake nearly sprinted out of the room, you held him back. Even with the enhanced strength, Hangman’s adrenaline made it difficult.

“He’s got tone,” Rooster said. “Snap out of it, Coyote. Come on! Come on!” The panic in Mav’s voice didn’t ease anyone’s nerves.

“Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!” “Pull up! Pull up!” The automated voice in the aircraft mixed with Maverick’s, both trying to get Javy’s attention.

Silence.

Jake clenched at your flight suit. “God, please. Please.” “Coyote, you okay? You okay?” Jake and Javy breathed at the same time, “I’m okay. I’m good.” Jake hugged you, “Thank God.” “Good. Good. That’s enough for today.”

Everyone relaxed.

“That was close.” “Too close.”

Then shit hit the fan.

“Bird strike! Bird strike!” “Bird strike!” The sound of alarms and Phoenix’s voice made both you and Rooster panic. “Phoenix! Left engine’s on fire!” The panic in Bob’s voice made air catch in your throat. “Climbing!”

Even though Hangman was still recovering, he was fast to come to your aid, keeping an eye on Rooster out of the corner of his eye.

The blood rushing in both yours and Rooster’s ears blocked out anything happening on the radio. You looked at Rooster and there was nothing but panic in his eyes. You reached a hand out, urging at Rooster to grab it and he did.

While no one was calm in that room, you and Rooster were the worst.

Bob has been your best friend since the academy, was there for you when your father was on the run and you needed a place to go for the holidays. He took you to his family's house and now you really hoped you didn’t have to deliver the news to his mom and brothers…

“We’re goin’ down, Phoenix! We’re goin’ in! We’re goin’ in!”

Your knees buckled and Hangman caught you, easing you to the ground, Rooster clinging onto both your hand and the foosball table.

Omaha was by your side in a matter of milli-seconds. “Star. Y/N, Y/N look at me, come on Doll. Look at me.”

You tried to let go of Rooster’s hand, in fear of breaking it. But he gripped it, “Please don’t.” Rooster had never experienced this before, but you had. Didn’t make it any less terrifying.

You heard the mumbled shouts to eject and then the shouts of them ejecting. But it wasn’t registering, not until Coyote came over.

“I see chutes! I see chutes!”

Everyone else in the room instantly calmed. But you and Rooster were still fuzzy-eyed with erratic breathing. You both had experience here, just cause there's a chute doesn’t mean they survived.

********

It felt like hours before Maverick and Coyote were on the ground with rescue out for Phoenix and Bob.

Your boots were on the ground, running just behind Jake as he gripped Coyote in a hug. “Holy shit! I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Everyone gave their concerns to Coyote before Hangman was dragging him to go to the hospital, ‘just in case’. “Everyone get changed, we’re done for the day. As soon as I hear, I’ll let you know.” Everyone nodded and went to change.

You turned to leave, but you took a glance back at Maverick and saw that he didn’t move. “Oma, you go. I’m gonna stay here.”

Neil furrowed his brow in concern, but with a nod to Maverick he understood. “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” You nodded and squeezed his hand.

Maverick heard your footsteps. “Star, what are you doing?”

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” “I’m fine.” You shook your head, “With all due respect, sir, you’re a horrible liar. Maverick, that couldn’t have been easy. To see it happen from an outside perspective.” He shook his head, a shaky exhale leaving him, “It wasn’t. God, I wish-”

“Mav, this wasn’t your fault.” “Then why does it feel like it is?”

You swallowed, “Because you still blame yourself. And I know that no matter what you’re told, you will always believe that it was your fault.” He scoffed, “Sounds like you speak from experience.” You nodded, looking down, “It’s because I am.” He frowned a little, but nodded.

The helicopter landed, wheeling out two gurneys to the ambulances, both in the upright position with semi conscious pilots. The tension melted away, the fear dissipated.

They were alive.

You both jogged over, the head medic meeting you half-way.

“They’re gonna be okay. Maybe a little sore, but they’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna take them to the hospital where they’re gonna keep them for observation overnight.” You both nodded. “Can we visit them?” He nodded, “Yes, once they’ve been admitted.”

He turned to Mav, “Also, Lieutenant Machado needs to be examined after going into G-LOC.” “Lieutenant Seresin has seen to it that Lieutenant Machado does just that.” The medic nodded and left.

You patted Maverick’s shoulder. “Come on. They’re okay. Let’s let everyone know and go see them.” Mav nodded and followed you.

Once you got to the locker room, those in there looked up at the two of you.

Omaha held eye contact with you and you smiled, nodding, “They’re okay. They’re gonna be in observation until tomorrow, but they’re okay.” He embraced you and everyone sighed in relief.

Maverick looked around, “Where’s Rooster?” “He changed and went to the classroom,” Payback told him. Mav clenched his jaw and looked at you, wanting you to go with him to talk to Bradley.

“This, this you need to do alone, Mav.” He just nodded and left to go talk to Bradley.

“Has someone contacted Hangman?” You asked as you changed. “No, not yet.” You grabbed your phone, “Okay, I got it.” You sent a quick text to Jake to let him know they were okay.

When you finished getting ready, Neil was waiting outside for you. “Come on, Star-light. I know you want to go talk to them.”

******

The next day wasn’t what you thought it would be.

Admiral Kazansky had passed and you, along with the rest of the squad, were attending the funeral.

You had only gotten to know the Admiral over the last few years, but you had admired his work since before joining the Navy. He became sort of a father figure to you while you lived in North Island.

When Steve died, Sarah was the first person you called after Neil. They had both gotten the chance to meet your father at some point so you reached out to invite them to his funeral, and they came.

So, being there was like burying your father all over again. Taps, the flag folding, it was hard. But you pushed through, and once it was over, after giving your condolences to the family and Maverick, you went home and stayed on the couch.

*******

The next day you were back to training.

As you sat next to Rooster, Cyclone walked up to the front, causing both of you to share a look.

“Captain Mitchell is no longer your instructor. And as of today, there are new mission parameters. Time to target is now four minutes. You’ll be entering the valley level at reduced speed. Not to exceed 420 knots.”

Everyone shared a look of disbelief and doubt, Bob being the one to voice concerns. “Sir, won’t we be giving their planes time to intercept?” “Well, Lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft. What are the odds of surviving a head-on collision with a mountain?”

You shook your head and picked at your fingers, someone won’t come home from this.

“You’ll be attacking the target from a high altitude, level with the north wall. Gonna be a little harder to keep your lase on target, but you will avoid the high-G climb out.”

You saw Fanboy whisper something to Payback out of the corner of your eye, “We’ll be sitting ducks for enemy missiles…”

You sighed and spoke up, “Sir, if we couldn’t hit the target from right above it, how can we be so sure that we’d hit it from even further away even at reduced speed?” Cyclone opened his mouth but the simulator was activated.

An F-18 single was running the course. “Who the hell is that?” You smirked, there was only one person it could be.

“Maverick to Range Control. Entering Point Alpha. Confirm green range.” “Uh, Maverick, Range Control, uh, green range is confirmed. I don’t see an event scheduled for you, sir.”

Everyone was sitting up in their seats. “Well, I’m going anyway.” You huffed out an amused laugh and sat on the edge of your seat.

“Setting time to target: two minutes 15 seconds.” “2:15, that’s impossible,” Payback said. You shook your head, catching the smug look on Hangman’s face. “Final attack point. Maverick’s inbound.” The simulation started and everyone was watching.

Hangman leaned back in his seat, waiting to watch his instructor fail at what he couldn’t even accomplish. Except you knew better, you found it a little humorous that Jake was so cocksure of himself.

The timer ran down and everyone was holding their breath. Maverick cleared the canyon and was approaching the pop up. “Popping in: three, two, one.”

Hangman leaned forward in his seat, Rooster straightened and leaned on his knees, you were nearly out of your seat with a smile on your face.

You all watched him lock on the target. “Bombs away.” The clock continued to count down and you, along with a few others, stood all the way up.

As Mav climbed in G’s you watch the two missiles hit the target. “Bull’s-eye! Holy shit!” Fanboy said, high-fiving his pilot. “Yes,” Bob cheered in front of you.

*******

After the surprise rain and Maverick talking with Cyclone about stealing the plane, the three walked into the classroom.

“Aviators, after proving he could complete the course within the original parameters and in less time, Captain Mitchell has been appointed team leader for this mission,” Warlock explained. “You are dismissed, go home and get some rest. We leave tomorrow.”

*******

You came into the living room to see Neil on the couch, elbows on his knees and fists to his mouth. “Neil, baby, you okay?” He turned to you with red rimmed eyes and shaking shoulders as he sighed. You sat down and rubbed his back. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Omaha sniffled and ran a hand down his face, “I’m just nervous. For the mission.” “I am too, Baby. I am too. What’s makin’ you nervous?”

Now, neither of you knew who was going on the mission and that made it even more worrying. “Just a bunch of ‘what if’s.” You brought a hand up to cup his face. “Talk to me, Honey.”

And just like that, he spilled every thought that had been running through his mind. Everything from: ‘what if he gets chosen and you don’t’ to ‘what if you get chosen and he doesn’t’ to ‘what if you’re both chosen’ to ‘what if neither of you are chosen’.

“I don’t want you to fly this mission… because I know that you will not hesitate to sacrifice yourself if it came down to it, especially if it were me or Bob. But I’m not gonna tell Maverick that you can’t be chosen, because you are a damn good pilot Y/N and I know how bad you want this.”

You and Neil had always been honest with each other, you couldn’t afford to lie or keep secrets.

You nodded and pushed his hair out of his face, smiling as you spoke, “Thank you for telling me. But-” Without warning he surged forward and kissed you, like a desperate kiss. You kissed back, pouring your love into it.

“Promise me-” “Neil-” “Please, promise that you’ll come back to me…” You shuddered a little against him.

You never verbally made promises to each other, knowing that tomorrow was never guaranteed. But now, with this mission that you were told from the beginning is expected to have casualties, he was breaking that unspoken rule. “Please…” You nodded, nudging his nose with yours, “Only if you promise…” He nodded, pecking your lips, “I promise.” You hummed, “I promise.”

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i know the title is a little weird, so it’s subject to change.

but i hope you enjoyed this part, i can’t give you an ETA on part 6 at the moment but i’ve started it.

but do you guys have any perdictions on the mission and what is gonna happen next? let me know! :D

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starksvinyls · 4 months

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Title: Silent Language of Grief Rating: Gen Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Tags/Warnings: Grief/Mourning, Missing Scene Summary: While spending some time down in Delacroix, Bucky finds out about T'Challa's death. Notes: for the "Missing Scene" square on my @buckybarnesbingo card.

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Bucky walked out to the end of the dock and then paused, staring out over the water. The anguished yell that broke out of him echoed across the water, causing birds in the distance to startle and take off. All Sam could do was watch on, helplessly. He was trained in grief counseling, he’d been good at that job. But he wasn’t really sure what to say to Bucky right now.

They had been in the kitchen, Sam cooking dinner for Sarah and the boys. The TV was on in the living room, playing the news as background noise while he shot the shit with Bucky.

The super solider had just taken a swig of his beer when the news anchor said, “We have breaking news, we just received word that King T’Challa of Wakanda has died this week.”

Sam dropped the knife on the cutting board and grabbed a dish towel to wipe his hands as he followed Bucky to the living room to see the news report. The anchor went on to say that the King had been ill, and that Queen Ramonda would ascended the throne in place of her son.

Before Sam could say anything, Bucky was out the door, screen door slamming behind him as he thundered down the porch steps. Sam was hot on his heels, needing to make sure Bucky didn’t do anything that would risk his probation - he was so close to being done with their bullshit restrictions, Sam didn’t want him getting more time added.

He watched from the front lawn as Bucky stalked down the path towards the small dock they shared with the neighbors. His heart clenched hearing Bucky yell like that. He hadn’t even reacted like that when Steve…

Sam made his way to where Bucky was standing and stopped next to him. The dock swayed under his feet, the two flimsy metal motor boats bobbing where they were tethered to the dock. They were close enough that their arms brushed, but Sam didn’t make a move to actually touch the man. The sun was setting, a warm orange glow cascaded over the tress, reflecting off the water and casting Bucky half in shadow.

“He was one of the only people who was willing to help me,” Bucky murmured. “He’s the one who gave me the moniker of White Wolf.”

Neither said anything for a few minutes. Sam wasn’t really sure what to say, years of experience working with trauma and grief stricken vets seemed to just vanish in the face of his friend’s grief. But maybe words weren’t necessary, Bucky had been a man of little words since Sam had met him, and he noticed that often small gestures were more appreciated by the man.

Sam brought his hand up and clapped it on Bucky’s shoulder, giving a firm squeeze - silent support. Bucky swayed an inch, leaning into Sam’s orbit.

“I didn’t even know he had been sick…I should call Ayo, Shuri,” Bucky murmured.

“There’s no rush, man,” Sam replied. “They’ll understand if you need a couple days.”

“I know.”

A car door shutting pulled their attention, both turning to see Sarah getting the boys out of the car. She was looking over at them, and Sam knew the exact concerned look that would be creasing her forehead.

“C’mon, man,” Sam turned back towards the house. “Let’s go finish dinner and let AJ and Cass talk our ears off.”

Bucky took a deep breath, eyes still focused out on the horizon. He squeezed his hands into fists, relaxed them, and then turned to follow Sam.

#buckybarnesbingo2023 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes & sam wilson #starksvinyls fic

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morallyinept · 4 months

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Running in conjunction with my Pedro Character Dialogue Masterlist, I've created this Pedro Character Analysis Masterlist as another writing resource.

It will feature each character Pedro has played, with a full in depth review of the character, including physicality, distinguishing features, personality, attire, weapons used, cars driven etc...

Please feel free to refer back to this when fleshing out your characters for your fics. Or if you simply want to learn more about Pedro's characters. This will align to canon, and I'll include links that may be helpful/elaborate further on each character.

☝🏻This will be updated regularly, and when new characters are added to Pedro's portfolio of works.

*List does not include certain adverts, podcast characters, voiceovers, very minimal roles, guest appearances on shows/SNL, or table/script readings.

Enjoy! 🖤

Buy me a Ko-fi ☕️ If you like my work and enjoy what I put out there, you have the option of buying me a Ko-fi, if you'd like to. It's never expected, but always greatly appreciated. 🖤

In alphabetical order:

TV & FILM:

Billy - Iris

Clint - Freaky Tales

David - Window Shopping

David Portillo - Homeland

Dave York - The Equalizer 2

Dieter Bravo - The Bubble

Din Djarin - The Mandalorian

Ed Indelicato, Detective - Wonder Woman UNAIRED

Eddie The Freshman - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Ezra - Prospect

Francisco 'Catfish' Morales - Triple Frontier

Frederick Mercer - Charlie's Angels UNAIRED

Greer, Special Agent - L&O SUV

Jack Daniels, Agent Whiskey - Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Jay Castillo - Red Widow

Javier Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent

Javier Peña - Narcos

Joel Miller - The Last Of Us

Juan Badillo, Agent - Graceland

Kyle Hartley - CSI

Kyle Wilson - Without A Trace

Liam - Nikita

Lucien Flores - The Univited

Marcus Moreno - We Can Be Heroes

Marcus Pike - The Mentalist

Maxwell Lord - Wonder Woman 1984

Max Phillips - Bloodsucking Bastards

Nathan Landry - The Good Wife

Nico - House Comes With A Bird

Noah - I Am That Girl

Oberyn Martell - Game Of Thrones

Omar Assarian - Lights Out

Ortega, Special Agent - The Sixth Gun UNAIRED

Oscar Castro Varga - Exposed UNAIRED

Paulino - Sweet Little Lies

Pero Tovar - The Great Wall

Pietro Alvarez - If Beale Street Could Talk

Reggie Luckman - L&O Criminal Intent

Ricky Hauk - Touched By An Angel

Santos - Drive Away Dolls TBR

Shane 'Dio' Morrissey - NYPD Blue

Silva - Strange Way Of Life

Steve - Hermanas

Steve - Nurse Jackie

Ted Garcia - Eddington

The Thief - Casillero Del Diablo Wines

Tim Rockford, Detective - Merge Mansion

Tito Cabassa - L&O

Veracruz, Comandante - Burn Notice: The Fall Of Sam Axe

Zach Goffman - Body Of Proof

Zach Wellison - Brothers & Sisters

AWAITING CONFIRMATION OF ROLE:

Gladiator 2 - Character TBC

Materialists - Character TBC

☝🏻New characters will be added as and when new projects are released.

If I've missed any, or there is one you would specifically want to see, please let me know. 🖤

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atlantablack · 7 months

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humming with the birds

on ao3 as well

Saturday 8:54 AM: Have a safe flight, Cap. Try to not worry too much about things on this end.

Saturday 9:00 AM: Thanks, Sam. Stay safe. Call if you need me.

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Sam can’t help but wonder in the days that follow Steve going back to New York, if he hasn’t made a mistake. Signed his life away to an impossible cause. It’s already been six months of chasing dead ends and coming up with nothing but dust and dirt and blood. If the two of them combined couldn’t find the ghost wearing Bucky’s face, then how is Sam supposed to find him all alone?

But in the end, a week into his solo ghost hunting mission, it turns out he needn’t have worried — the ghost finds him.

——

He’s packing his bag, getting ready to follow another lead Natasha’s passed him, when a gun presses itself to the back of his head. He goes very, very still. His knife is strapped to his thigh. His gun on the side table five feet away. Neither doing him a lick of good when the shape of his death has already been pressed into a bullet.

“Turn around. Slowly.” The voice that speaks is low and rough, and despite never hearing Bucky talk he knows without a shadow of a doubt who he’s going to see when he turns around.

Sure enough, when he turns, palms carefully turned to the ceiling he finds Bucky staring at him from underneath the brim of a nondescript tourist hat proclaiming “I love Glasgow”. The lighting is too dim to make out Bucky’s face, eyes lost to the shadows, mouth a thin line that does nothing but leave a chill spinning its way down Sam’s spine.

“I take it you’re not here to apologize for the steering wheel then?” He drawls, meeting Bucky’s eyes over the barrel of the gun.

Bucky shifts, mouth twisting, face tipping into the light for a second just long enough for Sam to catch sight of storm cloud blue eyes. “Stop following me. Rogers went home. You should do the same.”

And Sam can’t help but bark out a laugh at that, disbelieving and furious all at once. “You’ve been tracking us all this time haven’t you?”

The gun doesn’t waver but Bucky smirks, chin dipping like he doesn’t want Sam to see. “Go home, Wilson.”

“You can’t be that oblivious. If I go home Steve will be back out here tomorrow. You gonna break into his room and threaten him too?” He snorts at the very thought. Can’t see any way that scenario ends except with blood. With Steve back in a hospital room.

The thinnest line of tension threads through Bucky’s shoulders, and the gun shoves its way under Sam’s chin, finding purchase in the hollow of his neck. “Don’t worry about it,” Bucky snaps, stepping in closer and grabbing Sam’s wrist in a bruising grip where he’d been inching towards his knife. “Just do as you're told, and go home.”

Now see, if Sam was smart, if he had someone to go home to, if he didn’t swallow danger and come up breathing adrenaline — well maybe he’d listen. Maybe he’d take the easy out Bucky is giving him and go back to DC and tell Steve that he wasn’t going to risk his life chasing a ghost that doesn’t want to be chased. But there’s a gun to his throat, fingers so tight around his wrist that he can feel all the little bones creaking beneath metal fingers, and his pulse is a bullet, is a dying star. An explosion that bursts out of his mouth and spills all over the floor between them when he says—

“Make me.”

Bucky laughs. A dry, rough sound that spreads the room and catches on all the fine hairs standing at attention on the back of Sam’s neck. His brain is screaming, danger. But his heart is screaming, I have teeth too, let’s see whose are sharper.

“I could kill you right here, sweetheart,” Bucky says, still laughing. “Could take you apart until you tell me every secret Rogers has ever whispered to you. What are you going to do about it?”

There’s nothing but sincerity ringing through Bucky’s words. Sam’s death being dangled in front of his face as nothing but an irrelevant move in this chess game he’s unwittingly begun playing. And he should be scared. He knows this. Is scared if his racing heart, his pulse pounding out a war chant in his ears, is anything at all to go by. But the gun is warm against his skin, a threat that presses closer with every thick swallow. The fingers around his wrist are tight enough he’ll have bruises so stark everyone will be able to see the exact shape of Bucky fingers pressed to his skin. And yet. . . he’s not scared. Not in a way that holds weight.

“Go ahead then,” he says softly, pressing closer until he can see every storm cloud gathering in Bucky's eyes. Wets his lips and grabs his knife with his other hand, presses it to the wrist of the hand holding the gun. “If you want me to stop chasing you, then kill me.”

Bucky is silent for a long while, gun never wavering as he searches Sam’s face for something. And if Sam were to examine this too closely, to examine his own motives for being so foolhardy as to call the bluff of an assassin that has been stalking him for months with no one the wiser — well he’d find nothing he cares to think about too closely. Knows that his heart has never stopped carrying death wishes in the shape of Riley’s name, which is to say, that he has never stopped craving flying or falling, one and the same.

“You’re not doing this for him,” Bucky says eventually, stepping back, gun falling to his side. “Who are you doing it for?”

It’s stupid the way he immediately misses Bucky's grip on his wrist. Stupid how he already misses the fading adrenaline. “You seem awful sure of that,” he says evenly.

Bucky shrugs, holsters his gun and tips back and forth on his feet while he considers Sam. “Stop following me, Sam. This is going to be the only warning I give you.”

The jolt of hearing his own name from Bucky's mouth leaves him silent for long enough that Bucky turns to leave, doesn’t even think twice about turning his back to Sam, and he’s flinging the knife in his hand before he can think it through.

Bucky dodges it, of course, stares at the door it’s embedded itself in, and then stalks back across the room to slam Sam into a wall. If Sam were the type of man to pray in his last moment he thinks maybe he’d start praying right now. Bucky’s face is a graveyard, the ghosts of every person to die at his hands thick in the air between them, and Sam has already called his bluff once, shouldn’t have pushed his luck a second time.

He can’t move at all, Bucky’s body a long, hard line against his, keeping him effortlessly held against the wall. The metal fingers around his throat flex once and he swallows convulsively, holds Bucky’s gaze and waits. Can’t do anything but wait. Fancies he can hear a funeral march playing in the distance and wonders how long it’ll take Steve and Natasha to figure out what’s happened to him.

“You’re not going to stop following me,” Bucky says quietly. It’s not a question, but Bucky licks his lips and pauses like he’s waiting for an answer regardless.

“No,” Sam replies softly, tracks Bucky’s throat as he swallows, and then glances back up. “No. I’m not going to stop.”

“I could kill you,” Bucky repeats, a shadow of lost confusion flashing its way across his face. “Go home Sam Wilson. Go back to Delacroix. Or DC. Go home.”

And that. . . that scares him. The clear implication that Bucky knows about Sarah. That leaves frost growing on his tongue. But he still isn’t going to stop. And Bucky still hasn’t killed him. So there’s really only one thing left to say once more—

“If you’re going to kill me, then I’d really rather you get on with it.” He smirks, presses his weight forward best he can, and hisses as Bucky’s grip tightens on his throat. “Otherwise, get the hell out of my room.”

Bucky’s silent for a very long time. The minutes stretching between them and Sam is too warm pressed up against the wall, Bucky’s body one long line of heat. There’s a razor sharp tightrope under his feet and he wants to jump off of it, wants to take the knife out of the door and cut the rope to pieces. Wants to keep pressing forward until Bucky’s body turns into something he can understand, until they’re both just bodies giving and taking.

Sam has always had a thing for walking the edge of too much, for flying too close to the goddamn sun. Has always had a thing for smart men with steady hands and pretty mouths, and fuck if Bucky Barnes doesn’t tick every box Sam’s ever had. He should be praying for his life and instead all he can think about is the way Bucky’s mouth, his goddamn mouth, won’t stop parting all slick with confusion.

“Go on,” Sam hears himself say, voice low, heat snaking through the words. “If you’re gonna kill me, baby, let’s get started. La petite mort.” He’s so warm he thinks he’s going to burn up, and Bucky hasn’t moved an inch, every line of his body pressed against Sam’s is a taunt, a temptation.

Bucky shivers, pupils blown wide, nothing but a thin ring of winter sky left. His hand falls from Sam’s throat and he grins, viciously pleased and presses forward with his full weight until their nose to nose. “I’m not going to stop following you,” he says once more for good measure, laser focused on the way Bucky’s mouth parts trembling.

And in the space of a breath, Bucky’s across the room, wide-eyed with red spots high on his cheeks. He swallows hard, opens his mouth and then shuts it again. Is out the door in a flash, once again nothing but a ghost. Nothing left behind but the bruises blossoming across Sam’s skin.

He stands trembling against the wall for a long time, rolling the entire thing over and over in his mind until it’s sharpened into a point. Thinks once, I wanted to kiss him, and then, I wanted to send him to his fucking knees. Doesn’t know what to do with that. Only knows that it was a bad idea he would have followed through on given one more minute with Bucky pressed against him.

He goes to bed without packing, and when he wakes it’s to a text from Natasha saying to stay right where he is, because — and get this — Bucky has been spotted in Glasgow. What a fucking surprise.

#atlanta's writing #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #death threats as flirting #because that's a love language right?#fic: humming with the birds #tada #courtesy of - me wanting to throw out pieces of fics that i might never finish #probably won't finish tbh #but i love this part #and i want other people to see it too

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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Small Things I Hope Are In Cap 4:

Hey people! I've been thinking about Cap 4 a lot, and I just wanted to list some things that I think would be very reasonable to ask for in the film. They aren't big asks. They're just minor details that would go a long way. Here they are:

Joaquín meeting Sam's family. I'm partial to a big cookout or a boil where he's meeting not just Sarah and the boys, but Sam's entire community, but I'd also love it if it's just a personal moment where he's saying hi to everyone. I'd also love it if it's not his first time visiting and they establish that he frequently hangs out with the Wilsons, but I'm okay with Sarah and the boys talking about how "Sam brags about you all the time" with Sam affirming the claims.

Sam's already in the process of rebuilding the Avengers. He doesn't need the entire team ready yet, nor would I expect him to have the funding for a high-tech Avengers' Campus just yet, but I'd love for him to be in his apartment living room discussing things with Wong, Scott, Jen, Monica, Joaquín, Shangqi, Misty, and whoever else he can wrangle.

Training montage with Joaquín and Sam. I'd love it if Bucky or even Isaiah helped out too, maybe even Eli, but just a fun little spiel.

Retired House Spouse Bucky living with Sarah and the boys, genuinely just there for some comic relief as he and Sarah act as a power couple and both help Sam out and poke fun at him.

Misty Knight joins the team and is Sam's love interest. She's a fun character, she and Sam are good for each other in the comics, and she's a fantastic addition to the cast.

Sam's cat Figaro hanging out in his apartment. I don't need a lot from a cute little cat, I just need Figaro's presence.

I'd love for the film to show that Sam visits the Bradleys frequently. He checks up on Isaiah. He helps bring in groceries. He hangs out with Isaiah in his garden. He helps Eli go over his homework. He gives Eli advice. Isaiah and Eli know Sam's family. They've met Sarah, Cass, and AJ, or at least have heard a lot about them.

Sam has met Joaquín's family or meets Joaquín's family in the film. Maybe they all talk to each other in Spanish.

Just make Gideon Wilson a scientist who was out doing research in Antarctica during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Please. Don't do something ridiculous with him. I'd rather him doing something like researching the thing that Sharon wants and that's how he gets wrapped up in the story rather than him not being around all this time because of being shitty or something.

Speaking of Sharon, let her be a full-on villain. She was set up to be a Big Bad in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Follow through with it if you want her to be a villain.

Okay. One less reasonable request that I think they could make work in the film - give Sam bird telepathy and a falcon Redwing. Just do it, Feige. Let Sam talk to birds 😂

#cap 4 #captain america 4 #sam wilson #joaquín torres #sarah wilson #aj wilson #cass wilson #gideon wilson #isaiah bradley #eli bradley #sharon carter #bucky barnes #misty knight #sam wilson should have bird telepathy in the mcu #figaro the cat #cap 4 thoughts #i'd just like to see all of this

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abarbaricyalp · 2 years

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ElisabethMonroe WinterFalcon Bingo

FULL BLACKOUT!!!!

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Sam’s Nephews Become Friends With Morgan Stark: History Books Never Mentioned This

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A Night at the Museum AU, ft. Night Guard Sam Wilson and History Display Bucky Barnes

Robot/Artificial Intelligence AU: Towards a New Modern Prometheus

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Robotics Engineer Sam attempts a human/robot integration to save a dead man.

5+1 Things: For the Dancing and the Dreaming

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Five times Sam and Bucky don’t quite get to dance and one time they do

Hammock: Say My Name, Stranger

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In a dim club, James and Thomas meet

DC Comics AU: Let The Current Guide My Bones (formerly Braided Like Rivers)

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Swamp Thing AU

Acceptance: Wake Up to a Sunny Day

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It's a rainy night when Bucky gives Sam a ring

Meddling Best Friends: These Ghosts That Haunt Christmas

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Steve posthumously sends Sam and Bucky on a Christmastime scavenger hunt

Animal Transformation: Howling For You

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Werewolves and the multiverse, oh my

In Vino Veritas: Keep It Hot

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Sam knows Bucky knows better than to drink coffee handed to him by a spy. He has to.

Delacroix: Where The Cool Grass Grows

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Sam and Bucky go night fishing

Creative Swearing: A Civilized Past Time

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To raise money for the local little league organization, Sam and Bucky host a benefit game with the little league and high school players

Huddling For Warmth: Sun Burst

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When Hydra's most complex assets find themselves caught in a snow storm, conservation of heat becomes a necessity

(Pre-Winter Soldier AU, Winter Falcon AU, huddling for warmth) (Part One before Moon Shine)

Free Space--Winter Soldier Sam: Moon Shine

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After being captured in battle, Sam Wilson joins the fight against HYDRA to save the Winter Soldier

(Captain America: Winter Soldier AU, Winter Falcon/Red Falcon AU) (Part Two after Sun Burst)

Madripoor: Stay

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In Madripoor, Sam can’t sleep. Neither can Bucky.

Quick(mumblemumble)ies: There’s Something in the Air

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Sam and Bucky find themselves with fifteen minutes to kill after a close call with an unknown substance on a mission

Sam Talks to Birds: Eyes in the Sky (heart on the ground with you)

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With a secret up his sleeve, Sam Wilson manages to find Bucky Barnes over and over again. It's driving Bucky nuts.

Sam and Bucky Share the Shield: Time After Time

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In 2010, Sam Wilson meets a mysterious man in the desert. In 1941, Bucky Barnes meets a mysterious man in the woods. In 2026, Sam and Bucky get caught in the rain. In 2012, Bucky and Sam meet during an alien invasion. (In that order) (Time travel fix it, kind of)

Didn’t Know They Were Dating: Minty Sweet

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After going a round with Asgardian liquor, Bucky shoots his shot with the hottest guy in the room (whom he's already dating)

Florist AU: Until the Last Rose

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Flower shop owner Sam Wilson meets chaotic and chronic holiday flower buyer Bucky Barnes

Falcon Joaquin Torres: Whose Heart Would Not Take Flight

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During Joaquin's first real mission as the Falcon, Sam Wilson's worry and past fears take him over

Delay/Denial: Rescue Me

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Sam Wilson is having a bad night. Bucky Barnes helps

Boredom: Momentary Eternity

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Sam can't blame him for this. Bucky was bored and, after all, it had been Sam who had said find something that interested him

BDBB: Take It Slow (but don’t ever stop)

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It's Bucky's birthday and Sam likes a challenge

Roommate AU: The Loveliness of Loving You

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Staring SamBucky, featuring: Valentine's Day ✔️ Baking Cookies ✔️ Mutual Pining By Friends With Benefits ✔️ And They Were Roommates ✔️

Ring: Salt and Velvet

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Sam Wilson needs Bucky Barnes to behave. Luckily, he's got a trick up his sleeve.

#sambucky #sambucky fanfic #sambucky fanfiction #sam wilson #bucky barnes #writing #winterfalcon bingo #winterfalcon bingo 2021

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