#maavel / bucky barnes.

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📸 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙳 𝟹 -𝟻 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙵 @maavel / bucky.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙰. -- she has a terrible habit of giving him no warning when she's about to take an awkward photo of him.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙱. -- screenshot from face time call on separate missions. she can't remember what got him laughing but does it really matter?

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙲. -- reaction from being told he eats his oranges "weird".

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙳. -- she's making faces on the opposite side of the gym at him. can't tell if he's amused or embarrassed for her.

#maavel #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #maavel / bucky barnes. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #more domestic them Bye #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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she doesn't really know what to expect on the other side of that door --------- maybe that's what she gets for never making the effort to come here after inheriting the property until she doesn't have any other choice. ( not that she really had the luxury of coming here after what happened in berlin; paris would have been too obvious a place for her to come anyway considering her ties to the city, and extradition back to the united states wasn't the sort of souvenir she was looking for. )

her emotions are decidedly mixed when they reach the door and she slips the key into the lock ------- her relationship with her aunt ( on her side, anyway; peggy had the luxury of not having to explain herself in perpetuity now ) had certainly taken a hit in the last few years after everything with isaiah bradley and the other covert involuntary serum trials came out. but this wasn't a social visit; this wasn't about her looking to comb through the apartment that had been left to her hoping to find something nostalgic or heartwarming ------ it was out of necessity. and since her aunt had been so good at keeping secrets, two more shouldn't be a burden on the place for a few days.

the key turns and she hears the tumblers click, the door momentarily protesting being pushed open for the first time in ------ she isn't even sure. decades? but first things first.

"no comments about the decor, bob vila," she holds a finger up to stop @maavel before he can so much as wet his lips in anticipation ---- a lesson she'd learned well from that one time in paraguay; stop him before he can get started. but he shouldn't have much to complain about, really ----- at least the lift here worked. "i've never even seen it myself so you definitely don't get to critique it."

#maavel #* beta. #maavel / bucky barnes. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #sharon calling him bob vila is a deep cut if she has to explain she can 🤣 #i'm thisclose to getting super soft about the thought of them in paris #even if it is for hiding out and not a ~vacation #there was only one bed trope in 3...2...1....

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the last time they'd seen sam captain america, he'd joked the pair of them argued like an old married couple -------- which seems like an awfully strange way to describe the sideways glances he keeps sending her way, or the habit she's taken on of sticking the tip of her tongue in between her teeth every time bucky says ' we ' when he really means her.

------------- but what does it say about her that she notices all those little glances of his that come her way? or secretly enjoys whenever she's given the opportunity to tell him ' no ' over something small, only to watch him sigh knowing just how absolutely stubborn she is ( how stubborn they both are ). it's something that started what feels like a lifetime ago back in madripoor, and it hasn't changed just because the scenery has.

at least more often than not @maavel doesn't have the benefit of a gunshot wound to her abdomen taking his side in these arguments. now this time around might not be a back - and - forth will - she or won't - she let him take her in for emergency care with the backdrop of a sidestreet in new york city, but considering the current tension between the two of them in this conversation, it might as well be. ( the brick and mortar they're both currently leaning against is giving her more than enough deja vu as it is. )

       "look ...," her eyes have been covered for the last several seconds by the palms of her hands, an expression that comes complete with furrowed brow and a nose that's been broken one too many times all crinkled up ----------- either out of annoyance or attempting to manifest him dropping his objection to her taking this job on her own so they can all move on. "i've done this sort of shit a thousand times over all by myself. i'm a big girl."

it isn't until she frees her eyes that she realizes just how close he is beside her -------- side by side and shoulders touching despite the large area of the wall they have to work with. ( has he always been this close? did he shift while her eyes were closed, or did she do it subconsciously? )

when she looks at him, there are certain facets of his expression that makes her feel like she's staring into a mirror ------- and she hates it when he looks at her with that one - two knockout of blue - grey eyes and a frown. ( while she normally doesn't so much as give a shit about what other people think of her, somehow there's a part of her that cares a little too much about what he does. ) "don't. don't do that." please don't.

she's unsure of what ultimately pushes her past the point of self - preservation reservation to lean into what little space there is between the two of them and press a kiss against that frown ( knowing there's nothing she can say to convince him otherwise? acknowledging the fact she always seems to spend a good amount of these arguments fixated on those little tells in his eyes, or his jaw, or his mouth? ) regardless, she lingers probably a little longer than she should before pulling back. "i'm going, okay? just let me go."

#maavel #maavel / bucky barnes. #lostsouldier #* beta. #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #ldfsdf #my favorite sharon is the sharon completely in denial while also #completely dialed in on the person she absolutely in no way has all the feelings for #the prompt : that kind of ~tension #me : but why not make it tension tension too & have a mini argument ✨ #also this got away from me but it was for a good cause #the real question is does this even make sense #hospital mention cw #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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she’s gotten used to having his eyes on her when they don’t have the excuse of it being mission - related ----------- and it certainly helps that she ( for once ) doesn’t mind the added attention; even when it’s first thing in the morning like this when she's feeling a long way from what she would consider presentable. it’s apparently his turn to be the early riser today; a pseudo - award they’ve made a habit of passing back and forth between the two of them like a baton between legs of a race ( and early riser sounds much better than the reality of it all ---------- two people equally shit at getting a full night’s sleep ) that earns him both bragging rights and coffee making duties; the latter of which she makes a beeline for after emerging from the bathroom.

still - damp blonde hair is piled high on the crown of her head in a knot; a small detail that reflects the fact that neither one of them has anywhere important to be for while --------- which means she’s taking her time pouring herself an oversized cup while the neckline of the white tee shirt she’s wearing starts slowly making a break for the curve of her shoulder while she angles the coffee pot. ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ she hears him loud and clear ( they’re the only two in the apartment after all; there’s no one else for either one of them to converse with ) but she doesn’t give @maavel an answer right away. it isn’t as if she’s trying to hide anything ( and it isn’t difficult to see the one article she’s chosen to put on after her shower in no way actually fits her like the rest of her wardrobe might; at the very least, the fabrics gotten accustomed to a much broader set of shoulders than she’s able to provide ), but admitting this early in the morning to being a shirt thief feels a little lazy for someone used to playing a little harder to get.

“am i? huh. how about that.” her eyebrows raise slowly as she takes her first sip, careful not to make eye contact while knowing his are fixed squarely on her and the ever - expanding area of skin over one shoulder. ( whatever poker face she’s able to conjure up this early and without caffeine is going to be fragile at best ------------ way less than bulletproof. and she knows full well if she catches a glimpse of him looking back at her she’s going to lose whatever she’s been able to scrounge up on such short notice. )

“i had absolutely no idea … do you need it back?”

#maavel #maavel / bucky barnes. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #she thinks she's sooooooooooooo clever #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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A finger jabs at the centre of Sharon's forehead, pushing her back onto the bed she was attempting to rise from. ' Nah uh. You can bat your eyes at Barnes all you like, but you're not getting past me. ' Sam is all too familiar with dealing with stubborn injured soldiers. Some of them — the easier bunch to deal with — took being injured as an opportunity to actually get some rest. Most of them had something in their blood that made staying still a foreign concept. He’ll be making no comment as to which category he fell into — all that he’ll say is that he has seen how much more damage a poorly healed injury could do to not only the person, but the situation as well. ‘ How’re those ribs feeling ? ’

her head's already pretty upset with her, so what's another dull pain square in the middle of her forehead? the only problem is, of course, that the newest addition to the headache from hell comes attached to a whole other person hovering over the edge of her bed. still ---------------- she stays in that position for a few moments; wondering if she leans into @maavel's finger long enough he'll just give up and let her go.

no such luck.

"c'mon, sam," she grimaces in defeat as she tries to find a way to lay back down that feels comfortable ( nothing feels comfortable right about now save for maybe the tips of her toes and a lucky pinky finger ), the sour expression on her face twisting just a little bit more when sam suggests she's found a way to get barnes to go easy on her. "i thought you were supposed to be the fun one."

maybe he can redeem himself by letting her sit up instead of having to lay all the way back down -------- now she just has to get the rest of her to agree. specifically, those ribs he's asking about. "they aren't the best they've ever been," the backs of her fingers brush along the edge of the bandage she can feel through fabric. "but let's go with whatever answer gets me out of here quicker, how's that?"

#maavel #maavel / sam wilson. #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #YOU CAN BAT YOUR EYES AT BARNES ALL YOU LIKE #sam's already calling it i love it #are bucky's ears burning somewhere i hope they are

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she’s a 10 but keeps doing RDLs right in front of Bucky and now there’s a hole in the gym floor from the time Bucky’s brain said “touch gf booty” while attempting a military press

"so this just means more RDLs in front of you so you can get used to them, right? i had no idea my ' booty ' was such a distraction."

#maavel #maavel / bucky barnes. #false she knows it's a distraction hence all the RDLs in the first place #we've seen the gym selfies ma'am #and this is how they end up no longer being welcome in public gyms