#sam wilson ask game

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Okay well idk fuck how people treat the Sam Wilson tag like shit, new ask game. Send me an emoji, I’ll tell you what my headcanon is for Sam. Feel free to reblog and play this ask game too.

🎧 What is a song that would be on Sam's jogging playlist? 🌟 What is a transformative memory for Sam? 🐱 Cutest thing Figaro has done this week? 🎯 What does Sam like his team to call him? 🌹 Who is on Sam's team right now? 🎵 What's Sam's favorite Marvin Gaye song? ☀️ Describe Sam's perfect day. 🕶️ What is the weirdest mission Sam has gone on since becoming Captain America? 📺 What is the show Sam watches to turn off his brain? 🌈 What is Sam's favorite memory of Riley? 🚗 When was the last time Sam took his nephews out to do something fun? ❓ Sam, Gideon, and Sarah have one weird habit in common: what is it? 🥪 Most irredeemable food Sam loves. 📝 What is the would you rather question Sam would ask his teammates while they are transported to their next mission? 🧢 Sam's putting together his fit for the day - what's his aesthetic? 👕 Goofiest t-shirt Sam owns. 🍾 The best mundane thing that has ever happened to Sam. 🏍️ What's Sam's story about trying to get to either AJ or Cass' birth in time? 🌊 Sam's earliest childhood memory. 🎓 What was Sam like in high school? 🎣 Is Sam any good at fishing? 🛏️ What does Sam do during his first real day off in a month after a long mission? ❤️ Who knows Sam best? 👀 Who does Sam know best? 🐶 Sam gets interviewed for a fluff piece - what animal do they have Sam cuddle with? 🐤 Sam mysteriously gains the power of bird telepathy. What's the first thing he does with it? ✈️ Sam finally has time to go on vacation! Where does he go and who does he take with him? 😂 Sam's funniest moment with his new team of Avengers. 💞 Sam has had a rough day. What does he do to cheer himself up? 🥰 Your favorite thing about Sam Wilson. 🚿 What's Sam's favorite song to sing in the shower?

#sam wilson #sam wilson ask game #ask game #captain america #send asks #and i will answer them

[mymyforthesky]

I hope nay I pray that in the next season of game changers we shall see this strange magician and struck with amazement and awe at such an other worldly individual one player shall propose the question "where is the place of your birth"

#this #this started as simple post #but i couldn't remember the name of the magician #so i just kept going #i just want someone to ask where hes from #game changer #game changers #dropout #dropout tv #sam reich #brennan lee mulligan #lou wilson #siobhan thompson

[bisamwilson]

hey honey! 💖 sambucky and 25. things you said in front of other people!

thanks for the ask, sweetheart <3 does something over 1k words count as a snippet oops (from this list)

"I just wasn't really feelin' it, y'know?" Sam laments to the circle of older ladies around him, sighing while they all nod along knowingly.

It's the first Thursday of the month, which means the local older women's book club is meeting in a small room off the church building where Sam's daddy had preached for twenty years, and, just like every first Thursday of the month that Sam's been in Delacroix since he was fourteen years old, Sam came by to help them set up tables and chairs for all the potluck food they bring with them.

And just like every first Thursday of the last six months since Sam and Bucky had rented a little house down here for when the world isn't on fire--last month excluded, given New York City, at least, was actually on fire--the first fifteen minutes of the local older women's book club is spent lightly interrogating Sam about his love life.

"How many of these dating app first dates have you been on, Sam?" Ms. Sheryl asks from beside him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sam looks up at the ceiling and counts them in his head, each disappointing match after disappointing match. "Twelve in the last two months, Ms. Sheryl. Thirteen if you count the woman from NOLA I met at a jazz bar and had to leave after five minutes because an emergency mission came up. She unmatched me after that."

Ms. Sheryl nods, her lips pursed, and Sam thinks he might've accidentally just proved a point he didn't know she was making yet. "And how many of those got second dates?"

Sam's saved from having to answer that disheartening, kind-of-a-rhetorical question from the late arrival of Ms. Josephine, newcomer to both the book club and to Delacroix.

She'd moved here about a month and a half ago, about half a year after her husband had passed away, looking for a new start. Every interaction Sam's had with her thus far has been honestly lovely, and he already knows she's got a soft spot for Bucky given how much of her house he'd come over to help fix since she'd moved in. Sam's had his fair share of her "thank you" cooking, and knows full well she's as wonderful a cook as she is a lady.

"Evenin', ladies," she says, holding some kind of dish in her hand that smells downright heavenly. "And Sam," she adds with a wink, smiling when Sam takes the dish from her and sets it over on the table with the rest of the food. "What'd I miss?"

"Sam was just lamenting to us about his dating woes," Ms. Jackie replies, with a tone full of sympathy but a playful twinkle in her eye, taking Sam's hand and patting it soothingly when he comes to stand next to her, leaving his previous seat open for Ms. Josephine.

Sam laughs and squeezes Ms. Jackie's hand. "You've got a son about my age, right, Ms. Josephine? Is he single?"

All the other ladies in the room chuckle along at Sam's joke, but Ms. Josephine just looks confused. "Did something happen with you and Bucky?" she asks, concerned. "He didn't mention it when he came by to fix one of my hinges this morning."

Sam's eyebrows furrow this time around. "Not that I know of? Not unless something has happened in the last thirty minutes since I checked my phone, anyway, but he's not generally the type to call in any case."

Ms. Josephine's face morphs from confusion to contemplation, and she crosses her legs at her ankles and crosses her hands over her lap. "So are y'all in one of those relationships where you can date other people then? I saw some article about that a few weeks ago. Must have some real good communication between the two of you to make both that and all your superheroing work."

She sounds almost impressed, but Sam doesn't really have the mental capacity to acknowledge that right now, not when his brain got stuck on the word "relationships" applied to Bucky and himself.

He looks around the rest of the group to see if any of them are gonna correct her while he's still stuck in his state of shock, but finds all of them just looking vaguely amused.

He shakes his head minutely. "Ms. Josephine, Bucky and I aren't dating."

Her eyes go more than a little wide. "Wait, so you did call it off?"

Sam shakes his head again, a little more vigorously. "No, ma'am. We weren't ever dating in the first place. Did Bucky tell you we were?"

Ms. Josephine shakes her head right back. "Never explicitly, Sam, but it ain't exactly hard to tell when somebody's head over heels. He talks about you like you went and hung the moon for him. Just yesterday he came by and asked if I'd seen one of the recent news segments about you, gushing about how amazin' you look flyin' up there. 'He's so fast, and nimble, Ms. Josephine,' he said to me, all moony eyed. 'It's like nothing you've ever seen before. Sometimes I swear he looks like an angel when he's got his wings spread out.'

"And that's not even countin' the things he says about you when you've been home for a bit. He's always talkin' about whatever fishin' you've done recently, or charity work you've been doin' around here or in NOLA, or how excited you were to buy new cat toys the week before. Every time I ask him if he's got any special requests for thank you meals, he always asks for something with a spice level I'm still not sure he can handle, tellin' me all about how it's been one of your favorites since you were a kid. Bucky's spent at least four days a week at my house pretty much since I've moved in, Sam, and I'm pretty sure I know more about you than I do about him, given how much he talks about you."

Sam's world is starting to tilt on an axis, but he's saved from having to speak up by Ms. Jackie throwing in her two cents. "You know he hates the smell of the flowers he buys from me for y'all's table every week," she says, tone full of faux nonchalance. "Says they're a little too fragrant for his nose because of the serum, but he buys 'em anyway because you always smile when you see he's brought home fresh ones."

Ms. Sheryl's lips quirk up. "You know he replaced damn near every faucet in my house as payment for me helping him with some of the most complicated bits of that sweater he knit you for Christmas. Said it had to be perfect because he knew how cold you always get any time you have to go north of here."

Ms. Maybelle comes in with the final blow, and it hits Sam like the steel chair in all the WWE shows AJ insists on watching every week. "And it ain't like you don't do the same things neither, Sam. Every time I see you it's, 'Hey, Ms. Maybelle, how you been? You wanna see this cute picture I got of Bucky and the cats earlier? They fell asleep on the porch swing he built for us.' You spent the first five minutes of the book club session two months ago debating whether or not Bucky should grow his hair out because he wanted new opinions that weren't yours, and at least half of that was you trying to explain how nice he looked before with the long hair even though it was greasy, but how you like the way the short hair feels when he has his head in your lap on movie night."

Sam doesn't really know how he can defend himself here, but he's got some argument on the tip of his tongue about how their couch was just a little too small for the both of them and their cats, so the head in the lap was the obvious solution. He doesn't think it'll do much damage control, but he thinks he should at least make the attempt.

Instead, he turns back to Ms. Josephine kind of on autopilot. "He called me an angel?" he asks, his heart a little fluttery, and Ms. Josephine just smiles.

"I'll, uh, see you all here same time next month?" he asks as a kind of permission to leave. "I think I might need to go see what my roommate is up to."

"Bring your boy with you next time, Sam," Ms. Sheryl replies, nodding him towards the door. "It's much more fun to tease you both together."

#hello it is once again time for 'mak loves nothing more than to write the older delacroix ladies who love sam and bucky' #shout out to ms maybelle for taking no prisoners #thanks for the ask a!!!! this was fun!! #sambucky #onlysambucky #only sambucky #buckysam #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sambucky fic #otp: i’m coming with you #sam wilson #mak writes #livingincolorsagain #ask meme #writer meme #ask game #ask #marvel

[jemgirl86]

🚿 🎓🌈

Thanks for the ask @katatonicimpression ❤️

🚿 What's Sam's favorite song to sing in the shower?

Okay, I’m going to cheat right off the bat and name more than one lol. I really feel like he’d try to start each day by getting into a positive mood, even if he wasn’t really feeling it. (Oh, since we know he’s a morning jogger, we know he’s got to be a morning shower person lol). Anyway, so his go to song is Bill Withers’ “Lovely Day.” But, as predicable as it is, he loves Marvin Gaye, so he has to sing something by him sometimes too, but nothing from Trouble Man. Sam likes to keep it kinda easy in the shower, so he does one of Gaye’s earlier hits like “Ain’t That Peculiar.” Now, Sam doesn’t only like old old school, he also enjoys the old school of his youth lol, so I’m thinking he puts on “Motownphilly” some mornings just to get kind of hype. Plus he loves singing the breakdown 😂

🎓 What was Sam like in high school?

I might’ve said it before, but even if I did, I’m gonna say it again: Sam was basically Ferris Bueller in high school, and I’ll die on that hill. Dude is personable, has the gift of gab, and even though people think they know him, they don’t really know him like that lol - only his close friends do. And, he doesn’t discriminate - he’s open to being friends with everyone, and he’s cool with everyone. And he’s well known in his parish. Ijs… the man is Ferris Bueller 🤷🏾‍♀️😂

🌈 What is Sam's favorite memory of Riley?

You know what I like? I like when people headcanon Riley as being Sam’s childhood friend, and say that they decided to join the military together after high school (or college, dealer’s choice). People used to actually be able to join the military on the “buddy system,” so they’d always get stationed together, but idk if that’s still real, or even if it was ever official, or just a thing tptb would do if you signed up and made it a condition lol.

Anyway, I give all that unnecessary background to say, I think his favorite memory of Riley would be a childhood memory. Maybe the first time they got to take Sam’s daddy’s boat out by themselves and spend the night on the water. Sure, they were only 15, so they weren’t allowed to go too far out, but it was far enough lol. They packed a cooler full of pop and goodies, took their fishing poles and Riley’s new radio, and left the house at o’dark thirty one morning. They spent the whole day fishing, and gossiping, and eating junk food. Nothing spectacular happened, it was just a nice relaxing day, but they felt so grown up and independent. And, even though they’d end up taking the boat out many more times by themselves, nothing ever topped that first time.

#sam wilson #asks games!

[katatonicimpression]

❓ 👀 🐤

Sam Wilson Headcanon Asks

❓ Sam, Gideon, and Sarah have one weird habit in common: what is it?

If you're sitting down to watch a movie as a household, you put on a little cartoon short before. A five minute thing like road runner.

It's something their mum would do for them as kids, create a little old-school cinema experience with an intro short and a "Let's all go to the lobby" intermission to get snacks. It stuck.

👀 Who does Sam know best?

Steve, I think. Especially in the comics.

🐤 Sam mysteriously gains the power of bird telepathy. What's the first thing he does with it?

Oh, so it goes:

Freak out

Lose track of time being overwhelmed by all the noise in the garden

Find out if the ones in the zoo want to be there.. maybe plan a heist

Spy on people for superhero reasons

Spy on people for dumb gossip reasons

Spiral in guilt about owning a cat.. and eating chicken, duck etc

Whimsical pranks and hijinks

#asks #ask game #sam wilson

[chaos-and-ink]

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them (i’m an evil mastermind; i want pictures of your dog 🥺)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them (i’m an evil mastermind; i want pictures of your dog 🥺) LMAOOO Okay. He's supppppper ugly at the moment. like screaming possum sewer rat ugly... So I'll make up for it by giving you some puppy Winston photos :D And my other dog, Ruby who I don't talk about enough lmao.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings SamRiley is one of my favourite ships ever even though I basically made everything up about it lmfaoooo. But I like to headcanon that Riley's last name is Wilson so people teased Sam and Riley that they were married but then they like...actually started dating lmfaooo. I also like to headcanon that Riley's a welder, from Milwaukee, and had a dog growing up :D I will talk about Riley literally forever so if anyone wants me to ramble, send more asks or dm me lmfao I love my lil guy.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? Oh god.. I don't research a lot, I feel like. But I guess I researched how much ibuprofen would kill someone which is a little weird but not that out there... I feel like I'v researched much much crazier things I just can't remember at the moment lmao.

#winston the dog #chaos #ask box #ask box games #ask games #riley wilson #sam wilson #samriley #thank you so much for the ask :D :D :D :D 🩵🩵🩵

[novelmonger]

5, 13, 17, 23 for Sam Wilson

-Rain

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

One of my favorites for Sam is "Broken Wings" by Alter Bridge. Especially this one part in the second verse:

Mend the broken homes Care for them, they are our brothers Save the fading light in our souls

Just speaks to me of how Sam was broken after everything he went through in Afghanistan, with Riley and all, but he takes that brokenness and uses it to help others who are broken.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🐦

Is red. Is birb. That is all.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Hmm...maybe Sam/Nat? I don't personally see it, but given enough groundwork, I guess their friendship and death-defying experiences together could lead to something.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

From ehnony on DeviantArt. It's impossible to pick just one, but I will always be happy to see pictures of Sam as Captain America, with the shield and wings, flying around like some kind of Avenging angel <3

Character Ask Game

#ask and you shall receive #a2on1break #ask games #captain america #sam wilson

[therollingstonys]

captain wilson for the ask game ✨💗

Can I just tell you that it took me a good five minutes of going "captain wilson? wilson...who?" and wondering if it was a new Marvel character before I realized it was Sam Wilson, former Falcon and now Captain America lol chronic pain y'all, it'll fry your brain 🤣

favorite thing about them

His huge heart and generous spirit--from the first moment we meet Sam, it's easy to see how compassionate he is, how much he cares about other people, and how he wants to help others. I think he's a fabulous human being and is going to be an incredible Captain America!

least favorite thing about them

Nothing lol I adore Sam

favorite line

"Man, Shut The Hell Up."

lmaoooo Sam was all of us when Rumlow was doing his best Hydra goon speech and I love him for it.

brOTP

Sam and Tony--I think that if Marvel hadn't done what they did with Civil War that he and Tony would have been really good friends. They're both snarky and charming and kind hearted--Marvel, you can't convince me they're enemies!!

OTP

I have more than one, I don't care, your rules can't stop me!! 🤣

Bucky/Sam, Bucky/Sam/Joaquin, Sam/Joaquin, Sam/Steve, Sam/Steve/Bucky

nOTP

None really? I'm always down for smashing characters together like two barbie dolls and going "NOW KISS" and seeing what happens lol

random headcanon

Sam makes a killer gumbo but always fucks up pancakes, so when he's home visiting his nephews Sarah always has to make them pancakes.

unpopular opinion

TFAWS for all it's problems was actually a good show and it was awesome to get to see Sam at the forefront of a story!

song i associate with them

"The Fear" by The Score

favorite picture of them

#sam wilson #captain america #sam wilson is captain america #ask games #thanks for the ask friend! #mod stella answers asks

[mandyyvibes]

and maybe 20! for SamRiley if you feel up to it <3

20- a kiss on a scar; samriley

(this was genuinely some of the most fun i’ve ever had writing anything ever. also heavily inspired by that one line of noah kahan’s “everywhere, everything.” you’ll know the one.)

“What happened here?”

“Oh my god, when I was in the fifth grade, our next door neighbor had this horrible chihuahua. It was a real monster. I wandered into their yard one day to get my baseball-“

“Oh, this was during your baseball phase?”

“Yes, this was during my baseball phase,” Riley gave Sam a withering look. “Anyway. I wandered into the yard to get my baseball, and the thing came at me like a fuckin- like the fuckin SWAT team that one time in Iceland.”

Sam let out a loud bark of laughter, one that made his chest shake where Riley was lying on it. “Did you get a rabies shot or anything?”

“I think so. I don’t really remember. It was a weird time in my life.”

“Yeah, your baseball phase was a weird time in your life.”

“Man, shut up.”

Riley’s freckled face turned a bit pink as he tried to hide in the crook of Sam’s neck, warm breath sending ripples of electricity down his spine.

Sam sighed contentedly, resting his hand on the back of Riley’s head, fingers slipping effortlessly through the short auburn curls. He let his attention rest on the large drive-in movie screen in front of them, which had fallen out of focus at least an hour ago when Riley had decided to make himself comfortable acting as Sam’s own personal blanket, the two intertwining so completely that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

The movie seemed to be wrapping up, much to Sam’s dismay. He didn’t want this moment to end- he would put it in a polaroid picture if he could. Then he would live inside of it, make himself cozy in his beat-up old SUV where he could lay with Riley forever. They had put the back seats down- “So we can look at the stars. And catch fireflies-“ and snuggled up together with the trunk open, their feet dangling off the edge of the bumper.

Sam would agree to anything if it made Riley happy.

“What about this one?”

Riley broke Sam out of his thoughts by picking up his head and running his thumb carefully across a thick scar that spanned the length of Sam’s right collarbone, peeking out from under the neckline of his shirt. It wasn’t very visible, but the scar tissue could be felt beneath long-healed skin.

“Fell headfirst out of a tree. I was twelve. I think I thought I could fly.” He smiled softly down at Riley, who was studying every inch of his face like it was his first time seeing it. “Fractured my collarbone, I’m lucky I wasn’t paralyzed.”

Riley hummed, brushing his fingers across the exposed skin once more. His touch was addictive, nearly making Sam shiver despite the sticky summer night air.

“I have one from falling out of a tree too! I was in kindergarten though,” Riley sat up and pushed up his sleeve, showing Sam the pale pink scar that stretched across his elbow. “Twinsies.”

“Twinsies,” Sam agreed solemnly, despite giggling internally at the entire idea of using that word. He pushed up on his elbows, admiring Riley’s profile, the soft rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed, the way that the soft golden bulb lights lighting up the area made his hair shine red and orange and golden, like the most brilliant sunset Sam had ever seen.

In a rare moment of confidence, Sam took Riley’s bicep in his hand, closing his fingers around the warm skin just above his elbow.

Riley looked back at him, eyes wide, a small smile playing across his lips, and the whole world stopped spinning for several seconds.

Sam leaned forward to press his lips to the scar on Riley’s elbow, and then the aforementioned chihuahua attack scar on his forearm, lips barely ghosting across silky skin. They were barely kisses, more like questions, “do you like this?” and “is this okay?”

Riley exhaled slowly, eyes trained on Sam the entire time, looking at him with so much tenderness that his gaze felt like warm water pouring across goosebump-riddled flesh.

Something inside Sam’s chest came undone when Riley twisted around to kiss his forehead, a surge of emotions that he didn’t know he was capable of feeling nearly overwhelming him.

There was no scar on his forehead. Riley had kissed him for the sake of kissing him, had pressed his lips to Sam’s skin with a gentleness Sam hadn’t known him to be capable of.

Sam opened his eyes that he hadn’t even realized had fallen shut to Riley’s, big and tearful and just inches away from him, filling his field of vision and his heart with something indescribably beautiful.

“Hey. I- I love you,” Riley whispered, as if the words might shatter everything rare and priceless that had been building between them.

“I love you too.”

#ask game #samriley #samriley fic #marvel #marvel fic #marvel drabbles #sam wilson

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Fic title: What You Gave Me

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 144

dividers provided by the lovely @firefly-graphics

“If I have paint on my face, you can just tell me,” you dead-panned.

Sam laughed and pulled you into his arms, causing you to drop the paintbrush back into the painter’s tray. Between you, the music on the speaker, and the half-painted nursery, Sam couldn’t believe his luck.

“I’m happy you chose me, you know.”

A smile tugged at your lips, though you tried to keep a straight face.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Absolutely. You have given me so much; I wouldn’t have this wonderful life without you.”

Sam leaned in to press his lips to yours, his hands cradling the small of your back. And when he pulled back to rest his forehead to yours, he began to sway you both to the music.

Eyes still shut, relishing the kiss and his proximity, you smiled and breathed deeply.

“I’m happy I chose you, too.”

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

#fake fic title #sam wilson x reader #princessmisery666 #ask games

[thatmexisaurusrex]

ohh i'm very greedy and want all of your cap sam headcanons!! 🎯 but if you want to answer more: 🌹🕶️📝😂

Sam Wilson Ask Game

Cassieeeee, always good to see you around 🥰 Fantastic asks 😆 I'll answer them all:

🎯 What does Sam like his team to call him?

I think he tells them to call him Sam or Cap, but they all in response say incredibly faux seriously Captain or Captain America or sometimes Mr. Wilson 😂

🌹 Who is on Sam’s team right now?

I like to think that Bucky's retired at the moment, so while Sam works with a lot of people, his core Cap Quartet are probably Monica, Rhodey, and Joaquín 🤔

🕶️ What is the weirdest mission Sam has gone on since becoming Captain America?

Sam and the quartet needed to take down an alternate universe version of the Avengers composed entirely of evil jugglers 🤣

📝 What is the would you rather question Sam would ask his teammates while they are transported to their next mission?

Would you rather be a sorcerer whose only ability was hat magic or would you rather be a hat that can do any magic so long as you trick a sorcerer to wear you?

😂 Sam’s funniest moment with his new team of Avengers.

The epic prank war that lasted a week at the new Avengers Campus.

#sam wilson #sam wilson ask game #ask game #cassieeeee ✨

[megamindsecretlair]

Oooo “It Started With a Whisper” sounds scandalous 😂

Not scandalous 🤣 it's a really sweet story about Sam Wilson from Marvel. There's so few fics about him, I wanted to contribute.

He mentioned a front desk girl in The Winter Soldier so I ran with it 🤣

#megaminds asks #wip game #wip #It Started With a Whisper series #Sam Wilson #Sam Wilson smut #The Secret Sam Wilson Files #my writing #Black writer #black writers

[drgrlfriend]

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

Aw, thanks for the ask! There's a bit early on in my upcoming selkie!Bucky fic where Sam and Clint meet for the first time and there's two parts of dialogue in particular I really like from that scene:

Sam squints at him.  “Hawkeye?”

“Yeah.”  The gun doesn’t move, so Clint doesn’t either.

“Nat said to expect you.  She didn’t mention you’d be comin’ down from the goddamn ceiling.  Man, I’m on edge enough already.  I almost took your damn head off.”  He clicks the safety back on and reholsters the gun, though, so Clint relaxes a little.

“Sorry.  I’ll knock first next time.”

“Next time,” Sam scoffs.  He flops back into the chair, eying Clint up and down.  “So you’re Nat’s friend?  What, she have a habit of collecting blond idiots with no sense of self-preservation?”

Clint gives Sam his own once-over, conspicuously noting his many injuries.  “Not just blonds,” he offers, and Sam grimaces in acknowledgement.

“Yeah.  Well.  I was gettin’ bored, all this damn peace and quiet. Captain America and Black Widow show up at my door needin’ help, what else am I gonna say?”

“Those two do tend to keep things lively,” Clint acknowledges.

and then a little later there's this one:

“And what happened to him?  The Winter — Barnes, I mean?”  Clint thinks of the base he just imploded.  That chair, soaked with blood and sweat, and the frozen pod that looked like an iron maiden.  Torture and ice indeed.

Sam gestures vaguely.  “He’s in the wind.  Nat’s tied up right now with political shit, and SHIELD’s in pieces after we leaked every file they had.  I’m sure Steve will start chasing him down as soon as he can hobble, but for now if Barnes is shaking off his programming, I say leave him to it.”  Sam shakes his head.  “Seventy years they had him,” he says, his voice hollow.  “I’ve seen soldiers go to pieces after seventy hours.”

Clint clenches his jaw.  

Do you know what it’s like to be unmade?, he remembers asking Nat.

“I’m gonna go,” he says.  He can tell by the way Sam’s gaze sharpens that it’s too abrupt, but he suddenly feels trapped, the walls too close and the beep of the monitors too loud.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry if —”

Clint pretends he can’t hear, clambering up into the ceiling.  “Nice meetin’ you, Sam,” he throws over his shoulder, and then he’s slithering back toward the supply closet.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #clint barton #hawkeye #marvel #winterhawk #mcu #marvel comics #ask game #fanfic writer ask game #sam wilson #falcon #selkie!bucky #coming soon!

[bisamwilson]

20 for those kiss prompts!

#20: ...on a scar

Bucky's arm hurts.

It always does on days like this, rainy and cold and gloomy. His shoulder starts to ache and the fingers he no longer has begin to itch. His prosthetic, light as it is compared to the old one, feels like it's weighing his entire body down.

He goes about his morning slowly, shuffling from the half full pot of coffee Sam made before his run over to the couch and burrowing himself under the blankets. He turns on a trashy reality show, something about a group of moms trying to date younger men from a pool of all their sons that Joaquín and Kate have been making jokes about for weeks.

It doesn't much keep his attention, as ridiculous as it is, and he spends the next half an hour or so barely watching and debating the merits of leaving his shoulder free of his prosthetic today.

He decides it's probably a good idea about a minute before Sam walks through the door, soaked through from his run but grinning a mile wide. "Mornin', baby. Jay and Kate got you watchin' that MILF show again?"

Bucky rubs at his shoulder but still smiles at Sam, hoping it doesn't look too much like a grimace. "I've never been more confused by the interests of the youth."

Sam carefully sets his water logged tennis shoes on the rubber mat by the door, and grabs the towel he'd left nearby to dry off just enough to not drip all over their floors. Bucky just stares as he dries off, always happy to indulge in his favorite form of birdwatching, and keeps a steady massaging pressure on his shoulder.

When Sam judges himself sufficiently dry, he immediately walks over to the couch rather than towards the hot shower he should be bolting for. He nods at Bucky's shoulder. "Need some help there?"

Bucky rolls it gently and shakes his head. "That can wait. You need to take a shower first, Sammy. Get warmed up. Can't have Cap in bed with pneumonia."

Sam jerks his head lightly in the direction of their bedroom. "Gotta wait for the water to heat up anyway. And a little bit of running in the rain isn't gonna give me pneumonia, baby," he says, pulling Bucky up from the couch and failing to hide his shiver. "You worry like a mother hen."

Bucky follows behind him to the bathroom mostly because he knows arguing will only keep Sam out from under the warm spray for even longer. He goes about turning on the water to Sam's preferred temperature as Sam strips off each article of wet clothing one by one, wincing a bit as the waterlogged fabric clings to his skin.

Bucky waits until he hears the loud, wet clop of each article hitting the floor before turning away from the shower and back towards Sam. He makes a show of looking him up and down and smiling as wolfishly as he can muster, but Sam just chuckles and rolls his eyes in response before walking up close to him.

He leans down and presses the lightest of kisses to the spot where Bucky's arm meets his shoulder, barely brushing his lips over the scarring, before pulling back. He waits.

"Help me take it off?" Bucky asks, the ache a little too strong to really ignore now, and Sam just nods, carefully going through the motions of releasing the arm and setting it aside gently, the way he's done countless times on countless days like this.

The mirror starts to fog up, and Bucky reaches his right arm into the shower to test the water, nodding when he finds it sufficiently warm. He shoves off the sweats and the briefs he's wearing and kicks them both to the side.

"Come on," he says, lightly grabbing Sam's wrist and tugging him towards their shower. "Gotta make sure you get warm, sweetheart."

He steps in first, and keeps a hold of Sam's wrist as he follows to guide him immediately under the warm spray. He doesn't reach out to grab any soaps or lathers just yet, just pulls Sam close and loosely wraps his arm around his waist, holding them both under the water at least until Sam's shivers stop.

It's easy enough to tell when Sam's sufficiently warm by the way he cuddles in closer to Bucky's embrace, no longer trying to hide his light trembling with distance. Bucky grabs Sam's soap and a soft washcloth from the caddy hanging behind him. Sam presses another light kiss to the scarring on his shoulder.

Bucky's arm hurts just a little less.

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Hi! For the Sam Wilson ask: 🛏

Thanks for the ask @funsized-loser 💞

🛏️ What does Sam do during his first real day off in a month after a long mission?

Hmmm… okay, so he plans to sleep in, he even tries to sleep in, but it doesn’t happen. He’s never been ‘bout that life lol. Even as a kid, he’d be up early on the weekends to play outside or watch cartoons, and as an adult it’s no different - he’s always gotta be up doing something. Usually it’s working lol, but since this is his day off, once he gives up on extra sleep and gets out of bed, he skips his workout routine, even his run, and decides to do some yard work instead. Sam mows the lawn (it definitely needs it after a month), trims the hedges, plants a couple of those seed packs he’s been piling up on the mantle, and gets a good head start on cleaning the gutters.

But then he catches a glimpse of his watch, and decides he wants to do at least a little relaxing on his day off, ‘cause Lord only knows when he’ll have another. So, he takes a second shower, puts on his good jeans and one of his more expensive t-shirts, and invites Bucky to meet him for a drink. They shoot the shit over beers and nachos, and Bucky volunteers to come over the next time they’re both off so he can help Sam knock out those gutters. It isn’t the most exciting day, or night, but it is pleasant and stress free, and that’s good enough for Sam.

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Ooh, so excited that you're participating in this 😆 Okay, so for the Sam Wilson Ask Game, you can choose one or as many as you like from these options but here are the headcanons I'd want to know from you:

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Sam Wilson Headcanon Asks

📝 What is the would you rather question Sam would ask his teammates while they are transported to their next mission?

Would you rather have super strength or bird powers? And those clowns choose the wrong answer of course.

🏍️ What's Sam's story about trying to get to either AJ or Cass' birth in time?

Hmm.. So, Cass was born when Sam was living in DC and it was pretty smooth sailing; everything was on time and as expected. Sam got down there after the birth, but before Sarah left the hospital, got to say hello to the little guy and give flowers.

AJ was a couple of years later, and was early. Not very early - he was fine, Sarah was fine - but Sam panicked anyway, dropped out of the Avengers mission he was on, stole a quinjet and turned up in the hospital in full uniform... covered in alien goo.

The nurses made him leave and not come back til he'd showered.

🧢 Sam's putting together his fit for the day - what's his aesthetic?

Oh, there's no aesthetic. Nothing fancy. Just a normal, casual day. Jeans and T-Shirt... Only he's meeting Bucky for lunch.. so maybe a tight t-shirt. And they'll be riding his bike, so maybe not the new jeans, the slighty worn ones that fit just right. Oh, and sunglasses and a cap. Can't forget those. Maybe he should bring a jacket, but if he's cold Bucky will lend him his and wait why the hell is he admitting to any of this out loud?

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