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pannypunkpanda · 2 years
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Sam Wilson IS Captain America — July 11
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brothersonahotelbed · 2 years
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i wish marvel was only known for eddie brock and venom. not thor or captain shitpants or whateve.r. venom 1 and 2 were so fucking delicious
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wyhlds · 1 year
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angelbabyyy99 · 27 days
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Never let You Go | Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader
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Summary -> The one thing that your best friend Sam told Bucky was to stay away from you.
Side note -> THIS IS MY THIRD TIME rewriting this🤣❤️. Lemme tell ya, writer's block is such a dick. I’m so serious. The moment I think I got something good, I never continue writing it. I hate it. So! I actually had this idea where you’re best friends with Sam and when he and Bucky return back to the States, Sam hosts a block party and when he see Bucky getting flirting with you, he specifically tells him that you’re off limits because you’re like family and he’s very protective of you after your last relationship. (This is my own idea)❤️.
Warnings -> minor parent death. Strangers -> Lovers, kissing, flirting (it’s been a while for baby boy, bear with me). Cute dates, stargazing, mention therapy talks. Bucky being the sweetest. And whatever else I forgot to mention🩷.
Word count -> 4,412. (I dunno either).
Enjoy cutes🤓❤️
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You were excited. Your best friend Sam was coming back home from his mission. When he called you telling you that he was coming back, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy inside. It has been a long time since you saw him. Ever since your dad passed, Sam had really filled in that fatherly role. Sarah was kind of like the sister you wished you had and Sam before taking the fatherly role was like the older brother you wished for. Your family wasn’t bad per se. It’s just that they had a hard time adjusting to certain things.
For example; your mom never liked Sam and Sarah’s family boat because she gets seasick or however she told you. Your sister, Ollie, just didn’t like it. She is very picky. She was also four years older than you. And don’t tell her, but she also very much likes to steal your boyfriend’s. That’s why relationships weren’t always your strongest suit because of her.
The slight Louisiana breeze blew through your dress and heard a familiar voice fill up your ears. “I think the wind doesn’t want you to flash everyone, love.” You spun to see Sam standing in front of you. You laughed and squinted towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked up from the ground. Sam put you down on your feet and kissed your head.
“Hey, kiddo. You doing alright?”
You nod at his question with a small smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Just missed you. Even though your nephews were tackling me to the ground because we were football earlier.” You joked, causing Sam to laugh at your dramatic face.
The both of you became serious for a minute. “I heard something about this new wannabe Captain America, but I hope you know that nobody could replace Steve, right? He was a good man, Sam.” You whisper as he nodded slowly, taking a shaky inhale in.
“I know.. It’s just hard for me…” You nodded back and pulled him into a hug. He broke the hug, tugging you in his side with an arm around your shoulder as the both of you walk to see Tommy and Carlos unloading the truck.
“Tommy, Carlos, man, this is amazing.” Sam said in awe as you smiled at them.
“Thanks so much, Tom and Car. It really means a lot to us.” You chipped in, giving them huge hugs.
“Word goes out the Wilson Family needs help? We still got a bit of usefulness in us.”
“How do we get off the truck?” Sam asked just as you looked up to see a guy in a leather jacket lift off the truck as if it was nothing, placing it on the ground.
You were met with the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. The man didn’t see you standing there, but you most definitely saw him. Short hair, light scruffy beard, dark jeans and a black and gold metal arm. He was gorgeous.
“You’re welcome.” The man said and Sam started walking over to him as you stood there with Carlos and Tommy. The guy pulled some type of box on top of the truck. “Just dropping this off. You can sign for it and I’ll go. I called in a favor from the Wakandanas.”
The sound of a hissing noise caught your attention immediately and gasped. “Sam!” You called out. He cursed under his breath as he stepped over the metal to fix it. Blue eyes followed, but stopped for a second. “Hi.” He said to you, “Hi.” You replied back shyly and he went off to help Sam.
You liked the sound of his calm voice as he told Sam what to do and magically, the hissing stopped. You and Sarah glanced at each other with impressed looks. But Sarah saw you smiling slightly at him and nudged you softly, causing you to look at her.
“You like him.” She stated. Your face turned red. “I barely know him, Sar.” You answer as you see them talking. She just shrugged. “So? I know you too well for that look and you like him. It was the same look you gave Bradley.”
You sighed softly at his name. Bradley Garcia. Your first love. Your kiss. The person who took virginity. It wasn’t that Bradley wasn’t a bad man, but he broke up with you because he wasn’t ready for a relationship and you understood that. So you guys’ parted and of course you were heartbroken, because who can get over their first loves? Especially after their first love who took their virginity? And then he went off with your sister.
You shook your head at Sarah with a soft smile as she walked over to the boat to check it and you helped her.
“You want help?” The man asked Sam and he nodded with a reply, walking away but blue eyes stayed behind, now looking at you. “I’m Bucky.” He introduced himself to you. You gave him a smile. “Ah, y/n.” He repeated your name while Sam looked back at him with an eye roll once Bucky followed him, but not without catching one more glimpse at you. Before turning around. You swore you saw a smile on his face.
Sarah bumped your hip with hers. “Told you. He clearly seems interested. And you’re gorgeous. Flawless really. You got the curves, the body, the sweetest personality and pretty cool fucking hair. Now c’mon, help me finish this and you could go talk to him.” You blushed feverishly and nodded.
Gosh, this was gonna be a long day.
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After a few hours of helping Sarah out with the kids and making sure that boat was ready and clean. You saw Bucky staring out in the distance as he skillfully flipped a knife in his metal hand. You can’t deny it. He was beautiful. You wanted to get to know him. So as you exhaled shakily, smoothing down your dress and crossed your denim jacket with your arms crossed under your breasts. You walked over heading down the stairs, which made his head snap over to you and a small smile plastered on his pretty face.
“Hi, y/n.” He said softly, almost shyly. You chuckled under your breath, leaning against the boat. “Hi, pretty boy. You doing alright? You seem distracted.”
He shrugged slightly, staring into the distance once more. “Penny for your thoughts? I’ve been told I am a very good listener.” You tease, causing him to chuckle softly and catch a glance at you.
“I don’t want to bother you with my fucked up life, doll.” You shrug, shaking your head at him. “You’re not. But if you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll understand too.”
Bucky sighs softly and licks his lips before starting. “I..it’s just I don't know how Sam could give up Steve’s shield. And I don’t know how Steve could just..leave. He was the only family I had left..”
You only knew the story because Sam told you. after Thanos. How they beat him, how Iron Man died in battle and how Steve went back to his time to be the infamous Peggy Carter. You couldn’t imagine the pain that he was feeling seeing his only family leave. You know that feeling a little too much than you realize.
“Maybe Sam thought he was doing the right thing. That..That shield carries a lot of memories and he had to let go, be his own person. Sure, he lost his wingman and that hurts like hell, but sometimes you gotta let go and keep moving forward.” You explained to him and you saw that he was taking your advice seriously.
“How do I do that?” He soon asked you while turning his body to you, giving you his full attention. You smiled immediately, moving in front of him.
“Do you trust me?” You whispered and he laughed softly. “I just met you, but I guess, yeah.” You offered him your hand and he hesitated a little.
“It’s okay. You’re safe with me.” You tell him gently, making him look up and nod slowly, grabbing your hand. You smiled at him softly, pulling him along with you.
Bucky follows behind in silence as the both of you walk to the docks. The sun was starting to set and there was nothing like a stunning view of Louisiana sunsets.
“Have you seen sunsets before?” You ask him as you laced your fingers through his metal ones and he glances down for a second before clearing his throat, ignoring the shiver that went down his spine. It has been a long time since Bucky felt this way about a woman. The world has definitely changed since he was finally able to see the daylight again.
Now that he finally found his voice and was in control of his own mind again, he allows himself to loosen his stiff muscles just like his therapist said.
Surround yourself with good people. Let your emotions flow. Find the person you once were before the Super Soldier serum.
It was difficult for Bucky to find his old self again. After many traumatic moments with Hydra, he didn’t want to go back to his old self. Maybe explore this era? Maybe finally gets his own happy ending? But who would a former ex-soldier murder as theirs? Probably nobody. But that’s where you come in.
You were the prettiest dime Bucky has seen in a long time. Soft curves. The most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. Golden skin, soft freckles covering the bridge of your nose and underneath your eyes. Cute cupid bow lips that for some apparent reason, wanted to feel against his. Your hair was colored. It was a dark plum burgundy ish color with hints of many different colors that he’s never seen before. It suited you well. Your round glasses also framed your face perfectly. You were really fucking pretty.
“You’re pretty.” Bucky blurts out while his face turns beet red. You bite your lip to shuffle your giggle. “Thank you. You’re uh, pretty too.”
He also likes the sound of your giggle. It was the cutest thing he’s ever heard.
Bucky’s eyes drifted down your chest and god, he felt like a teenager again on date with a girl. The dress looked so good on you. It rose up every now and again when you shifted to make yourself comfortable. His eyes caught a piece of jewelry on your ankle and wrist. They were butterflies. The one on your wrist had a ring attached to it and the one on your ankle was a 2 piece.
Jesus. You really did look good.
“Done staring at me, pretty boy?” He heard you question as you turned your head lazily, placing it on top of your knees. Bucky was speechless. He was caught red handed.
“I..” He stuttered, trying to gather his thoughts one by one in his mind. You gave him a soft smirk. “I’m kidding. Please do continue. I like the attention.” You teased him, which caused Bucky to let out a huff laugh.
“I’m sorry, doll. You’re just.. Really fucking gorgeous.” He whispers as his voice drops into a huskier tone. You hum softly and did something very unexpected that shocked him. You threw a leg over his thighs, keeping your hands to yourself. “This okay?”
His heart melts as you check in with him. He nodded slowly. But that wasn’t enough for you. “Words, pretty boy.”
“Y..Yes. It’s okay, sugar.”
You then crossed your arms over your chest, looking dead set in his steel blues.
“Listen to me Bucky, I may have just met you, but from what I’ve heard ‘bout you, remember that’s not you anymore. You didn’t have control over your own body or anything for that matter. But what I do know from what Steve told me. Yes I met him, you are sweet, charming, generous and a gentleman. Yeah it’ll take time to get there back to yourself again, but always, always remember that you have people around you who want to help you through this process. Sam included. Even though he doesn’t seem like it. He has your back just like Steve had yours.”
Bucky tries not to let your words get to him, but they did. Why couldn’t you be his therapist? Dr Raynor was tough on him. Maybe that’s what he needs though. A little bit of both maybe? Tough love and someone who can see through him. His therapist did both anyway. She knew when he was lying, bored or just plain sad. But you. With you, it was refreshing. Like he could breathe again.
“Can you be my therapist now, please?” He asked with a hint of tenderness in his voice as they both chuckled softly. And his eyes flutter as your lips touch his head.
Bucky leaned back on his hands looking at you with such fondness in his steel blues. He has never been treated with such sweetness and kindness ever since he got his memory back.
Still everywhere he went people still looked at him as if he was that… but he wasn’t anymore. He was himself, just now, he was closed off. Distant. A trauma victim..? He thinks that’s what they’re called. But his actions harmed everyone.. Even Yori.
“I see the gears spinning around. Whatever you’re thinking—it is not your fault. You were used, brainwashed and held against your will, Bucky. It wasn’t you. It was their fault.”
He let the softness of your voice comfort his soul—or what was left of it.
Bucky nods slowly and sees you give him that gorgeous smile. If you were in the 40s with him? You’d be the prettiest dame he’s ever seen.
He would take you out dancing every night until he left, so he could have a memorable thing to think about and then if he didn’t fall from that train…He would take you dancing again and then probably ask you to be his girlfriend.
“You’re staring at me like that..again. What’s on your mind this time?” The gentle voice pulls him away from his head and he sits up again, placing his right hand on your hip.
“Just thinking.. If you were in my time, you'd be the most beautiful dame I’ve ever seen. Probably ask you to come dance with me and we’ve danced the night away before I had to go..” He said with a soft tone. You immediately smiled, scattering off his lap, putting your phone out from your pocket and putting on Swing the Mood by Jive Bunny.
You held out your hand with a giddy smile on your face. “Show me what you got, handsome.” Bucky bites his lip containing his smile that threatened his face as he got up, grabbing your hand in his flesh hand. “I..I’m rusty. I probably won’t remember.” He admits with a small laugh. You just smiled at him with a shrug.
“That’s okay. Just do what you do know.”
He nods and starts moving with you to the music, getting a feel for it again. Then the more the song played, he felt comfortable. You were following his lead perfectly as if you were made for this.
You and him side by side, hands enclosed doing the Charleston, laughing softly as you both did so. But then Bucky gets an idea. “Do you trust me?” You nodded. “Yes.” He nodded back and exhaled softly.
“Move back but not too much.” He instructed and you did what he asked.
He moved back slightly as well. “Now run. I promise to catch you.” He said firmly as he sensed that you were nervous. You took a deep breath out, squinting towards him and he instantly grabbed your waist pulling you over his shoulder and over his back. Then placed you in front of him as you both panting heavily.
“Bucky!!” You squealed softly, throwing your arms around his neck while he let out a laugh, wrapping his arms around your lower back, spinning you around gently.
The both of you part away from each other with hazy dopey smiles on your faces. “That was AMAZING.” You gushed. “Is this how you felt when you danced every night?” Bucky smiled shyly with a nod.
“Pretty much, yeah. It was the best way to feel high in a way.” He answers.
You moved to your phone, playing another song before going back to him.
“Teach me more, please?” You asked sweetly and he blushed. For some reason, he liked this one song as he spun you around. “What’s the name of this song?” He asked you as you went over his arm, hair fanning over your face. You smiled at him.
“Lovin’ On You. By Luke Combs.” You replied, following his lead.
“I like it.”
And that’s how the rest of the night goes. You and Bucky by the docks have the time of your lives. It has been such a long time since Bucky felt this good. He met you, he’s swing dancing with you as if the Bucky from the past came back to life and it was all thanks to you.
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It had been a couple of weeks since you and Bucky danced the night away before Sam came to get you, saying that we had to get some food in your stomachs. You and Bucky didn’t even notice the time. So you and him walked hand in hand, heading towards Sarah’s house, laughing along the way at stories he was telling you about Steve. Bucky has never felt so content. Such peace with such a beautiful woman. Your presence was so peaceful and kind. He wanted to keep seeing you and keep coming over to your house.
Bucky has learned a lot about you. How you are a nurse, learned about your parents, how your dad passed away. How you and your mom are close and how your sister Ollie doesn’t like you for unknown reasons. What’s not to like about you?
He could list off so many possibilities of how you are likable. You were even kind enough to let him crash on your couch. Your house was homey and welcoming. Just like you.
“Good morning, handsome.” Your angelic voice filled his ears as he looked up to see you, looking stunning as ever.
Today you wore a red dress with butterflies, glasses and your hair was down again but it was curled. You looked like a dream. He just watched you walk over to him with a cup of coffee. The cinnamon vanilla scent hit him right off the bat, causing his lashes to flutter at the comforting smell.
“You slept okay? No nightmares?” You kept the same soft and comforting voice as you kneeled down in front of him and he turned on his side while shaking his head softly. “No nightmares.” He whispers quietly, lifting his right hand to brush the hair out of your face. You smiled at him, leaning in to peck his nose gently. Bucky’s heart swoons at the touch. He almost wanted to cry. You were so sweet and gentle towards him.
He didn’t deserve someone like you.
“I know it’s not easy to fight your demons, Bucky, but you have to try, okay? Remember that you’re NOW in control of everything again.” His breathing slowed down as he opened his eyes, looking at you.
“Are you some godsend angel or something? Are you sure you aren’t a therapist?”
You giggled softly, shaking your head. “No therapist, handsome. Just a nurse. C’mon, we’re going somewhere. Get ready.” You said with a beaming smile. Bucky shoved his face in the soft pillow with a groan. You were too chippy in the morning, but he didn’t mind it.
“Where are we going?” He asked and you just gave him a small smile.
“I’m taking you out. C’mon old man, get up. And we could do more swing dancing.” That made him laugh a little.
Ever since the night on the docks you and Bucky have been swing dancing together. Swinging the night away as the both of you called it. You kept him on toes. You kept him occupied and more importantly, you kept him feeling appreciated, cared for and respected.
When it came to physical contact, Bucky wasn’t the greatest fan. But he made an exception for you and only you. Everyone else could shove it. Bucky could feel it. He was slowly, but surely falling for you. He liked everything about you. From your stunning looks to your gorgeous smile to your fucking sweet and kind personality.
He just wonders to himself, what did he do to have such a beautiful woman like yourself take care of him and just waltz into his fucked up messy life. He doesn’t know how, but he most certainly likes it. It’s been a long time since someone cared for him. Ever since his ma, dad and sister then Steve. He felt like he had nobody left in the world. But then, there’s Sam (Steve’s other best friend), Sarah and you. Whatever he was feeling, Bucky hopes that it will last….
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“This is my favorite place to go.” You said to Bucky, looking around at the little bistro. You could definitely feel his intense stare, but you didn’t mind it. You knew you were beautiful. Hell, you stare at yourself in the mirror sometimes too.
Bucky though? Oh boy. You have downright bad for the former Soldat. He is kind, sweet, shy, rough around the edges, but you could understand that considering what he’s been through.
He gave you a small smile, reaching for your hand, entwining them with his.
“Yeah? Then I’ll keep taking you here.” He said warmly with a tender tone, making you blush at his words.
“Hoping for a second date, handsome?” You flirted as you let out a soft giggle when it was his turn to blush.
Then you realized. You just said date…
“Bucky-“, you started but he shook his head. “It’s okay… Calling it a date kind of feels nice. I..I really like you, y/n” You smiled softly, lacing your fingers with his without him flinching at the touch. “I like you too, Jamie. C’mon let’s finish up and we'll take a ride on that bike of yours.”
He chuckles as the corners of his lips curled up into a small smirk.
“You like that bike more than me, pretty angel.” He replies with a laugh as you scrunched up your nose. He thought it was the most adorable thing ever.
Bucky felt like he got lucky when he saw you. Like as if the universe was giving him a second chance at life that he was supposed to live after the War. But with everything that happened to him, he didn’t think he was worthy of loving another human. He wasn’t the same guy who entered the War with his best friend. He was a changed man. He damaged and broke goods. He didn’t think he was good enough. But you?
You brought back out the same old guy that he was before. It felt good..You weren’t scared of him. You made him feel comfortable, confident and content. You let him voice what made him uncomfortable or what he didn’t or did like. Bucky finally had control of his own mind and voice. You were just a part of it.
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“Thank you for a wonderful night, Bucky.” You say to him with a smile on your face and he mirrored it. He walks you to your door, putting his hands in his pockets. “You’re welcome, honey. I should be thanking you. I haven’t had this much fun since the 40s.” He admits shyly and you just lean in close to him, lifting yourself up on your toes to press your lips on his cheek with your hand on his chest. His eyes fluttered as you moved away.
“We can do it again, if you want. We could find a place that does swing dancing and we can go.”
He swore his heart was beating so fast once you said that.
“Really? T..That would be amazing, sweetheart.” He breathes and places his right hand on your hip to tug you closer.
“I thought so,” you answered with a giggle as he nudged the tip of his nose with yours. “We’d have a blast, Jamie.”
He loved when you said his name.
He smiled at you and asked, “can I kiss you?” You smirked softly. “I’d be offended, if you didn’t.” He laughed lightly, leaning in to press his soft chapped lips against yours.
The kiss was gentle, slow, tender. You both felt like you just got out of a movie.
You broke the kiss while pressing your head to his head with your eyes still closed. You lift your eyelids to see that Bucky is already looking at you with such fondness in his eyes.
“Goodnight, Jamie.” You whispered softly, pulling away from him with a smile. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of your knuckles, letting your hand from his. Walking down the stairs not moving his eyes from you.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispered back, watching a blush appear on your face as you walked into your house. Bucky turned around, heading towards his bike with a giddy smile on his face.
Will he finally get his happy ending after all?
All he knows now is that, he’s never letting you go.
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HERE WE GO, CUTES😭❤️. I pushed myself to finish this. But please be kind, because this is my first time writing for Bucky🥹🩷. And I just hope I did him justice.
I barely added Sam because the reader is a grown woman who can make her choices, so he’s not SUPER protective, but he is to a certain extent.
But what do you think will happen next👀? If there is a part two? Let’s see how this one does first, shall we😅🤍?
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fluffysucker · 5 months
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Desperate People find faith.
Bucky Barnes x reader
An accident mends your broken heart.
A/N: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.
I read this amazing oneshot, and I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. So I added my own twist to it. Thanks to the wonderful writer for sharing it and for inspiring me.
Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me
TW: Bullets and blood. Mentions of torture but nothing explicit
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You knew you shouldn't have done it. You should have stayed home. What could barely be described a home. You should have minded your business. You should have acted like the civilian you are now. You shouldn't have done it. But your loyalty to Steve wouldn't have let you
The image of the cheap copy so-called Captain America holding the shield blasting all over the news was a hit. A gut-wrenching hit. There was a guy who was taking the place of your childhood best friend, the man you called brother, the fearless leader. And he looked happy doing so. Then the blond had the audacity to say that Steve felt like a brother to him. You felt physical pain that you almost threw up.
Rationality went out the window. Before you knew any better, you were tracking down the man who was handed your friend's legacy. The man who gave it away when there was nobody more deserving than him. It wasn't hard to know exactly where Sam Wilson was. You were aware he joined the Air Force once again. So you hijacked the location of his next mission, demanding answers.
But it appeared that you weren't the only one who had the same plan. As you were talking to Sam, trying to be as nice as you could, giving him the benefit of the doubt, telling him you weren't here to judge or pick a fight. You just wanted an explanation. You heard him.
"Shouldn't have given up the shield."
His voice was filled with anger. But you could hear the sadness hidden in his tone. Sam scuffed, walking away from you as well. You turned around and you saw him. The love of your life. Quite literally.
You fail to recall a time you weren't in love with James Buchanan Barnes. Growing up together, your trio was inseparable. You would never see one without the others. From the age of three till your twenties, the three of you were more than family.
Despite loving Steve like the brother you never had, the same couldn't be said about his best friend. Your feelings for the brunette were never platonic. Neither were his. In the second grade, he promised to marry you once he got older. And he did. He kneeled to the ground with a beautiful golden ring for you once he secured a job. It was the easiest yes in your life.
Loving him came to you naturally. Stolen glances. Sweet words. Fast heartbeats. Shy smiles. Gentle touches. You were each other first everything. It was like you were made for each other. Like you were born to love him.
And he was your perfect man. Every woman envied you. Every woman hoped to have someone look at her like he looked at you. Every woman wished for a man who treated her the way he treated you. Every woman prayed for a man to love her that much.
Bucky Barnes was head over heels in love with you. And he made sure he showed it.
You were the luckiest girl.
Up until your luck ran out. War knocked on your door like a hurricane, destroying your life.
You remember the night before Bucky was shipped. When you went home after what couldn't be called a double date at Stark expo. The promises the both of you made. Your dream wedding. Your house. Your family. Your kids. All of it. Your future. And you believed him. You couldn't fathom any alternatives.
So when Steve walked in your tent where you did your job as a journalist, who was asked to cover The Howling Commandos missions and subject their heroism to the public, you knew. The look of utter defeat in his face, his glassy eyes, his red nose, the way he was trying to shrink away in his new huge body, you knew.
Your heart was ripped and broken to pieces. The pain was suffocating. You were drowning. You felt like the world ended. Life stopped.
You don't remember how things went after that. You don't remember if Steve ever said the words to you, but you remember his promise of revenge as he held your sobbing body against his chest.
And he did. He ended Hydra. But it came with a price. Very high. After Steve's sacrifice, life became meaningless. You weren't living. You were barely breathing. You were alone.
So when the government asked you to write the final article about the war, the winning announcement, you were about to turn it down. You found difficulties in everything. Leaving your bed sounded like a tiring task. Eating felt like a punishment. Functioning like a human became a burden.
But you remembered how supportive Bucky was of your career. When every man let women their abandon their dreams, Bucky helped you fight for yours. And he gave his life for this victory. Your fiancée and bestfriend. You owed it to them. To be the one to report the triumph tinted with their effort and blood.
So you put in all your strength and travelled with the small team to write the most important piece of work in your life.
However, only a number of people of the team and the article made it back. You didn't.
On your way back, you were ambushed by unknown soldiers. They took you to unknown quarters. You were so confused until you saw that cursed symbol. They weren't gone. Neither was your fiancée.
And that began a lifetime of torture and pain. They brainwashed Bucky but left you with your memories. So when they threatened to hurt him, you caved and let them do whatever they wanted to you. It was a trap they built for you, and you fell in it every time. They would hurt both of you at the end.
You endured it all. You survived it all. Except the moment they made Bucky look you in the eyes and fight you. They erased you from his mind. You saw the love of your life, and he saw nothing. He looked at you and saw either an enemy or a mission partner. And that was the most painful torture Hydra put you through.
As if this wasn't enough. You had to face a hindrance you never thought of.
After Steve rescued the both of you, after him running away from you, after spending two years making amendments with the government and helping Steve search for him, after the accords and Zemo's predicament, after he remembered you, after Princess Shuri was able to give him back his freedom, after you hugged him as he cried, after you decided to finally have that wedding, Thanos happened.
You believe you did something so terrible in another life, and you were getting punished for it in this life. There was no logical explanation as to why this kept happening to you. Why were you robbed of any chances of happiness. Why did you have to watch your man disappear right after having him back. Why you could only feel ache and misery. Why was the world so cruel.
So you kept your hopes to minimum when Steve came to your shared apartment one night, telling you that they had a plan. You agreed to join them in the time heist, ready to be disappointed.
But the second you saw Bucky standing on the sides with his machine gun, you wanted to cry. You thought it was an illusion, but these blue eyes said something else. Now, you were fighting with a strong drive and purpose.
You thought that was it. Your happy ending. You finally had him. But Steve leaving tore you apart. You were happy for your bestfriend who finally did something for himself. However, you couldn't help but feel sad. At least you and Bucky had each other.
Bucky had another thing in mind. Because, a couple of weeks after Steve leaving, Bucky broke up with. He said he needed to figure himself out and work on his pardon. You understood. But it didn't make it any easier.
So you left, giving him all the space he needed. You hadn't seen or spoken to each other since. At least he is alive. That's what you kept telling yourself to find any sort of comfort or condolence.
So this was the first time you had met. He looked different. He cut his hair. He had a scruff. He was wearing an all black outfit. He had gloves on. He had little bags under his eyes. He looked good overall. That's what mattered to you.
"Good to see you too, Buck." Sam said as he walked with intentions to move away from Bucky.
"This is wrong." Bucky didn't give him the chance as be walked beside Sam, without batting you an eye. You couldn't say that didn't hurt but you followed them anyway.
"Look, I'm working, alright. So all this outrage is going to have to wait." It was clear that Bucky wasn't here to have a civil conversation like you.
"You didn't know this was going to happen?" Bucky accused Sam.
"No, of course I didn't know that was going to happen." Sam was quick to deny Bucky's accusations.
"You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out and call him the new Captain America." This was more directed towards you, following up to your conversation before Bucky cut in.
"This isn't what Steve wanted." Bucky wasn't going to back down.
"Oh my god. So what do you want me to do? Call America and tell them I changed my mind. " Sam's sarcastic reply did nothing but annoy Bucky's more.
"Like I told your wife. There is nothing we can do. You just couldn't wait for her to get home." You looked at Sam. It didn't appear to you that he wouldn't know.
"We broke up."
Another wave of pain hit you as you turned to look at Bucky, who was still not looking at you. How easy could he just say it with no emotions at all. You were fighting to get by every day, and he looked like he didn't care.
"What?!" Sam stopped suddenly once he heard Bucky's words, turning to the both of you.
"You,two lovebirds who literally broke laws to be together, broke up?" Sam couldn't believe his ears. He thought you would have gotten married by now. Your love for each other more epic than all the novels he read.
"Were you asked to give it up?" You changed the topic quickly, refusing to answer Sam's question or talk about your tragic love story. It hurt bad enough, and you didn't want to show it.
"Of course not." Sam heard you loud and clear. He also knew your question had pure intentions. You weren't here to offend him.
"Right, great reunion, guys. Be well." Sam turned to walk out, ending this conversation.
"You had no right to give up the shield, Sam." Bucky was angry, and he was showing it. In the wrong way.
"This is what you aren't going to do. You aren't going to come here in your over extended life and tell me about my rights." Three of you came to a stop.
"It's over." Sam added, looking at you as you came to stand next to Bucky.
"Besides, I have bigger things to deal with."
And you hadn't rest since.
It was, indeed, big thing to deal with.
You had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you impulsively followed Sam and Bucky into the plane.
It was a constant mess. The flag smashers. New super soldiers. Karli Morgenthau. Isaiah Bradley. Zemo. Madripoor. Power Broker. And the worst of them all. John Walker and Lemar Hoskins. It never ended.
All that chaos was a good distraction. You didn't have time to think about your broken heart nor to think about the current nature of your and Bucky's relationship.
It was complicated and confusing.
You fought very well together. Your combined sets of skills were lethal. Your collective training and ability to work together kicked in when needed. Away from that, the both of you barely talked. You acknowledged each other existence. That's how you would describe it.
However, you couldn't explain why Bucky refused when Raynor asked you and Sam to join them in the session in the police station. Or why he always made sure you stayed at least an arm distance away from Zemo. Or why did he choose to be the Winter Soldier for the night instead of you compromising your identity that you kept a secret all these years. Or why, that day at Madripoor, he almost took multiple bullets for you. Or why whenever John showed up, his hand would always find yours.
You were thankful you didn't have the time to think about all of this because you were sure you would have lost your mind. You barely had your emotions in checks. And there was a lot going on.
Then it all went crushing. You would never forget this day.
You followed Sam and Bucky, running out of the building into the street, only to see the calamity that just occurred.
John Walker stood proud with the blood-tinted shield above the man he just slaughtered.
Instinctively, your hand came up to wrap around Bucky's bicep, looking for any comfort for the both of you. This scene would forever be engraved in your memories.
Three of you gave John some time. You stood outside of the warehouse he was in right now. You knew if you all went angry, the results would be catastrophic.
But it was anyway.
You let Sam do most of the talking. He was the best in this. If anyone could convince John to hand over the shield, it would be him. So you stood and watched. But it appeared that the time you gave John Walker to cool down only drove him more over the edge. So, with the three of telling him to give up the shield, John Walker lost his mind.
It should have been an easy fight. A veteran and an avenger and two super soldiers. It shouldn't be hard. But neither one of the three of you was fighting was the intention to hurt John. Unlike him, John was fighting to kill. With his new powers, he was uncontrollable.
You let out a high-pitched scream once you saw John throw Bucky away, electrocuting his arm, making him lose consciousness. Then you watched as he straddled Sam on the ground. You needed to act quickly.
You groaned as you got up from the floor, looking at the cut in your arm. Nothing too bad. You told yourself as you ran toward John tickling him away from Sam.
It was just you and him, now.
And it was brutal.
You were still trying not to hurt him too much. However, he was unstoppable. So when he figured that he would lose combat with you eventually, he retrieved to other options.
Picking the shield and throwing it at you for it cause a cut in your chest was enough distraction for him to take out the gun he kept in his suit and shot you.
The bullets found their places in your stomach and legs. He aimed for places that you wouldn't recover from. You fell to the ground, coughing blood, feeling the bullets rest so deep in your body.
John walked towards you with the shield. He looked at you. His eyes were showing insanity and rage. He lifted the shield up and hit you in the chest. The pain was like no other. And you knew that was it.
It felt ironic in so many ways. Your bestfriend's shield. The shield that presented all of Steve's values and beliefs. The shield that helped once save your life. Now, it was going to be the weapon to kill you.
Of all the ways you thought you would die in, this wasn't even close. But when was life ever fair to you? At least you would have peace now. Your dying wish was for Bucky to know how much you loved him and how you wanted him to be fine and happy. Because you loved Bucky more than life itself.
You tried to distract yourself from the excruciating pain by counting how many hits of the shield would it take to end you.
You counted two.
You started coughing violently as you felt a weight got lifted off your chest. All your body going numb for seconds.
You saw Bucky was up once again, and he managed to corner John with Sam, trying to break his arm to take away the shield.
You desperately tried to get up and help them, but your whole body was on fire. Why was the serum not working?
A breath escaped you once you heard the sound of bone breaking. Only to realize breathing hurt. Everything hurt so bad.
With cuts on your arms and face, bruises on your ribs, wounds in your chest, bullets in your stomach and legs, you gave up, closing your eyes.
Because of your agonizing pain. You didn't hear Bucky beating the life out of John after taking the shield. He didn't stop until John passed out.
Bucky turned around and saw a sight that came straight out of his worst nightmares. He had seen it too many times. Woke up scared and sweating because of it. A sight that he knew would haunt him more than it already did.
Your lifeless body in a pool of blood.
He took careful steps towards you, praying it would disappear, and this would just be a nightmare of his. But the sound of your faint heartbeats made it real.
"Doll." Bucky got on his knees next to you, holding your motionless body in his arm.
You hissed in pain as you felt a movement that caused all the pain in your body to stir awake again.
"Bucky." Your voice was a whisper. You were too tired to open your eyes, but the feeling of the metal around you was familiar.
"I'm right here, doll." Bucky may not let it show in his voice, but if you opened your eyes, you would see the fear and tears.
"I need you to stay awake, okay. Can you do this for me? Please, stay awake." Bucky never felt this desperate before.
"Help is on the way." The three of you had already arranged with Torres to have an ambulance on stand-by. You had a feeling things would go bad. But not that bad.
"I'm tired." The amount of blood you were losing was making you too dizzy.
"I know, doll. But you will be okay." Bucky didn't care about the blood getting all over him as he pulled you closer to him.
"You will get better. Because you have to." He was saying it more to himself than you.
"I prayed for this." Talking was getting too hard, but you had to tell.
"What did you pray for?" Bucky was doing anything to keep you awake. He needed to listen to your voice.
"To die in your arms."
Bucky felt the tears escape his eyes, falling down freely on his face.
"You aren't dying. You will be okay." You heard it. The shakiness of his voice.
Fighting the great pain you were in, you opened your eyes to look at him. You wanted to see him one last time. This is why you prayed to die in his arms. So his face would be the last thing to see. This voice would be the last thing you heard. His arms the last thing you felt. Your farewell to the cruel world would be with the man who had been your heaven on Earth.
You lifted your arm with a moan of pain before you placed it on his cheek. You needed to say it. You needed it to be your last words.
"I love you, Bucky. I loved you my whole life."
With that, the world went dark.
You didn't get to see the mess that Bucky became as he heard your heartbeats slow down. His screams and desperate calls of your name to wake up.
He was so blinded by pain that he didn't let the paramedics near, protecting your body until he realized who they were. They didn't try to fight him when he insisted on getting in the ambulance with you.
All the time you were in the surgery, Bucky was inconsolable. He didn't care that Sam and Torres saw him as he sobbed, sitting on the floor waiting for anybody to tell you were fine. All he cared about was that he didn't say it back. You could die not knowing how much he loved you. The thought brought new tears to his already puffy red eyes
He prayed to God and anyone that would hear. If you were standing close enough, you would hear him. "Please, don't take her from me." "Please, let her be okay." "Take me instead of her." "She deserves so much better, please."
In his long life that was filled with hardships, torture, and wars, this was the worst pain he ever went through. He could feel his heart twisting and breaking. Every cell in his body was hurting. The emotional pain turning physical.
His eyes were dried up. Cheeks stained with tears. His mind going through all the worst scenarios. None of them he would be able to survive.
He jumped up from the floor when the door opened, and a doctor walked out. His heart was beating a thousand miles a second. All these prayers never leaving his mouth. His last hope.
"She is okay."
Tears of relief fell from his eyes. You survived it. You made it. The doctor talked about your injuries. With medications and the seurm, you would heal properly. Bucky didn't pay attention. His mind focused on one thing. He needed to see you.
After knowing your room's number, Bucky didn't leave your side. The doctor told him it might take a bit for you to wake up, but he didn't mind. He would stay forever.
It wasn't long before you woke up.
You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lights. The last thing you remember was the intense pain. It didn't hurt as much now. You just felt so exhausted. You tried to move your hands, only to be blocked.
You looked down to see Bucky holding your hand so tightly and his head resting next to it. You could tell his eyes were swollen and his nose was red. But he looked peaceful sleeping. You missed him so much.
Without much thought, you moved your other free hand to his head, playing with his hair. It felt soft under your fingers. You blamed the serum that made him wake up from such a simple touch.
You smiled softly as you watched him, trying to remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked confused until he saw you.
"You are awake." Bucky got up from the seat next to the bed.
"Are you okay? Are you pain? What hurts? I'm going to call the doctor." He was frantic. He only stopped when you held his metal hand.
"I'm okay, Bucky." You reassured him with a smile.
You repeated it a couple of times before he finally sat back down on the chair. That's when you noticed he was still in his suit that was covered in blood. Your blood.
After he sat down, he looked at your intertwined fingers together and couldn't help the tears.
"What's wrong?" You asked as you moved your thumb gently on his knuckles.
"You scared the life out of me." He answered as he wiped his tears away.
"Though we were used to this, Barnes." You replied playfully, hands still together.
"Not when it comes to you. Never you." Bucky was fast to respond.
"Nothing I haven't been through before." You said it casually. You didn't miss the look in Bucky's eyes. It held too much depth to it. You couldn't put your hand on it
"Is your arm okay? Do you need to get it checked?" Flashbacks were coming back to you bit by a bit. As you touched his metal arm, you remembered what happened to him.
"You are in the hospital bed, and you are asking about my arm." Bucky's laugh was dry. He would always be in awe of how caring you were.
"I will never stop caring about, Bucky. Even if you don't want me." It was true. Nothing could make you stop caring about Bucky.
"Don't want you?" Bucky couldn't let your comment go by.
"Yeah. You don't want me anymore. It's okay. I understand."
"You understand?"
"I remind you of a bad time. The worst. And you had to move on. You had to cut ties with all parts of this time."
"Is this why you think we broke up?"
"Isn't it?"
You started telling yourself this after the breakup as a way to pick the shattered pieces of your heart. Of course, he didn't want to be with someone who held their bad time as a constant reminder on her body as scars. Or with someone who went through the same hell as him. He deserved someone better. Someone who wasn't so damaged.
And you understood.
"No, it isn't."
He was planning to tell you everything but not right now. But words just fell out from the tip of his tongue.
"I don't look at you and see bad time. I look at you, and I see all my failures."
You looked at him, baffled, not getting what he meant.
"I remember everything."
You still didn't know what he wanted to say.
"I remember what Hydra did to you. What they made you do for me. What I did to you."
"Bucky.."
"How they pushed you too far in the lies of not hurting me. How they made you watch as they erased you from my mind. How they made me fight you. Hurt you."
You were about to tell him how you didn't hold him accountable to any of this because it was never his fault. It was never his intention. You were sure Bucky would never hurt you. The Winter Soldier not too. But he cut you off.
"They took you because they knew how much you meant to me. How important you are to me. I was the reason you had to go through all of this."
"I look at you and remember how I failed to protect you. When that's all I ever wanted in life. To protect you. But I failed."
"Just like I failed today."
Before you could say anything, he kept going.
"I couldn't understand how you could still love me."
"I looked at the list of people I hurt, and your name was first. And you wanted to help me. You wanted to stay by my side. I couldn't live with the guilt. I still can't. I had to let you go despite how bad it hurts."
"But, doll, I want you to be sure nobody will ever love you half as much as I do."
It took years for Hydra to remove you from his mind. But what they didn't know was that they never fully succeeded.
At first, he would forget his name but remember his girl and everything about you. Then they become harsher, so he would only remember your face and name. Then, it became only your face. Then nothing. The blank paper for them to write what they wanted.
However, whenever Hydra made the both of you train together or go on missions, he would get this rush of flashbacks like a movie playing in his head once he was alone in his cell. It would be you. In different places and different ages. The Winter Soldier would convince himself that it must be his memories from past missions. Effects of being wiped too many times.
The soldier was never able to shake the feeling of guilt after a training session where he would be instructed to be tough with you. A feeling so foreign to him.
He remembers the first time he refused to hurt you. They made him watch from far as they tortured you. Then they wiped him again. Every time he showed any sympathy for you, he was wiped and handled roughly.
But all the efforts weren't enough. You were the first thing he remembered once he settled in Bucharest. That's when the guilt came in. It was you. The love of his love. His fiancée. And they got to you. And he couldn't save you.
Even after the blip, His thoughts kept going back to how he betrayed you and hurt you instead of protecting you like he was meant it.
But the worst part was how he thought he didn't deserve your love anymore. He thought you would resent him. So he decided to break his heart into two. He left.
You were the forbidden topic that Raynor wasn't allowed to go near despite how much she wanted. You were the centre of his nightmares. All of them. Past memories of both of you at Hydra. Missions and trainings. And the worst, losing you. Watching you getting killed. Nightmares that invaded him, and he was defenceless.
"I love you, and I'm so sorry." Bucky laid soft kiss on your hand.
"Let me ask a question, Bucky." He looked at you, tears still filling his eyes.
You didn't expect this to be the real reason why you and Bucky broke up. But you should have known. He was too good of a man.
"If it had been the other way you around, wouldn't you have done the same? Would you have hated me then?"
"I would give my life for you without hesitation. And nothing could ever make me hate you."
His answer was fast. That was the only thing he knew about himself. You come first, always.
"Then why are you surprised with what I did? You don't love me more, Bucky." You laughed softly, already feeling your ribs ache a bit.
You always had this running joke that Bucky loved you more than you did. And to a lot of the extent, it was true.
"You didn't deserve it."
"Neither did you."
You patted the spot on bed next to you, wanting him to be close to you. And he listened. He sat on the bed, hands never leaving each other.
"Haven't we been through enough? Haven't the world tore us apart too many times? Let us have this."
If he still loved you, then you should be together. You should be broken together. You should heal together. It was poetic how even in pain, you were still together.
Both of you understood each other better than anyone. You shouldn't be separated.
"You don't hate me?" It was Bucky's worst fear and biggest doubt. If the damage Hydra did was unrepairable.
"I can live hundreds of years and still be in love with you."
You squeezed his hand to make sure he knew how serious you were. "You are all I have ever known, Bucky."
With that, Bucky got up and moved so close to you. Your faces millimetres away from each other. His breath fanning over your face. His personal scent with dust and blood engulfing you. His blue eyes warming the inside of you.
"I got the best girl of them all." Bucky kissed you.
It was a soft, slow kiss. A sign of starting over. Of getting back.
You smiled in the kiss. Bucky used to say this all the time back then. You were known as Bucky's best girl. He used to call you that.
You broke away, feeling so much better now. Bucky rested his flesh hand on your cheek.
"I thought I lost you. I was so scared."
"You didn't. I'm right here."
"Though you will leave me before I say it back." You looked at him, puzzled.
"I love you, doll. You are the thing I live for. You are the purpose of my existence. I love you so much."
You didn't care about the pain as you moved up to meet his lips one more time. And he kissed you back right away.
"You owe me a ring and wedding, Barnes." You joked while you brought your other hand to hold into his suit to ground yourself.
He laughed before he moved away for a bit, and you already missed the closeness, and he wasn't far. You watched as he brought his dog tags out. You saw something bright with them but couldn't tell it was.
"Oh my god." You felt tears gather in your eyes as Bucky brought out the shiny thing closer.
It was your ring. Your engagement ring. The ring Bucky put in your finger many years ago. It was it. You thought it must have been lost that you didn't try to look for it, avoiding the disappointment.
But here it was. Bucky was able to find it. And he kept it with his dog tags. So close to his heart. Where you belonged.
Bucky got in one knee in his technical gear in a hospital room with you connected to IV.
"Doll, will you marry me?"
You laughed loudly that you felt pain shot again in your body. Bucky was next to you in an instant when your laugh turned to a cough.
"Third time is a charm." You said as you gave him your hand.
With another proposal in Wakanda before the snap, you managed to get Bucky Barnes on his knees three times for you.
He put the ring on your finger and pressed a kiss on your hand. "It will be. Mrs. Barnes." The name always had its sweet effect on you.
Bucky leaned in again to kiss you. And this kiss felt out of the world. Like a lifeboat before drowning. Water after the drought. Your rescue.
It was Bucky's promise of safety and security. Nothing and nobody was ever going to hurt you again. A promise of a safe home. Together.
You kept your forehead resting on his as your hand found its place once again on his suit.
"No to be rude, but you need a shower, babe." You could feel the dust on his face and the blood dried on his suit and skin.
"I will be okay. Probably going to fall asleep." You didn't give him a chance to protest.
"Plus, you know. I like my man nice and clean." You pecked his lips playfully.
The sound of the word "your man" falling from your lips referring to Bucky made his heart do little dances. Damn right he was your man.
"I won't take long." He kissed your hair before he got up and left to get himself presentable for his lady.
The world felt lighter, brighter, better. You felt happy. You were happy. You looked at the ring that held huge meaning for you. You weren't hurting. You were finally okay. You had your man back.
Who would have thought a near death incident would be the thing to give you back the man who always brought life to you.
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okok sex with sam wilson and calling him "captain" (ex. "does my captain feel good?") while just softly fucking him after he accepts his captain america role
waittt i love this.
giving sam a confidence boost, bc i’m sure when he’s in the beginnings of taking the shield and adjusting to the added pressure and scrutiny of the public.
of course he’d never utter a word to you about his qualms, though they were faulty obvious. it wouldn’t be hard to show your appreciation to sam, especially one night when he’s wound up after a long day.
he’s riding you; puffy lips bitten and slicked with saliva. your hands are all along his skin, allowing yourself to just feel. “such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” you’d murmur, grinning breathlessly when you notice how his cock heads with precum at the praise.
“my pretty captain.” you continue, teasing him and smiles dreamily down at you. “does my captain feel good?” you’d ask, rolling your hips up into his. your hand trails down to his cock, thumbing at his tip.
“you can’t say things like.. like that,” he whispers, doubling over and planting his hands by your head. you can tell he won’t last too long. and the way he tries to hold off for you is adorable.
“why not? are you not my pretty captain?” you tease, and only groan.
“go, go on, captain. i want you to cum for me sweet thing.” you urge, moving your slicked hand up and down his clock. he can barely hold himself up, nearly flush against you as he stops the movement of his hips and sits against you with his hips pressed to yours.
he cums so much, making a mess of his tanned skin. and his orgasm triggers your own; promptly filling him up as he’s breathless against you.
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February 2024 Stucky Fics
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Keystrokes and Music Notes (Rated: M, Words: 32K) by goblininawig / @goblininawig
Summary: Bucky is paying Steve for help tracking down his stalker. Nothing happens until something happens: Steve falls in love.
Mr. Brick Wall & Mr. Overshare (Rated: T, Words: 7K) by LilyElk13
Summary: Based on the Tumblr post that's like "half of college professors are like 'you can know nothing about me except my name' and the other half are like 'and that's why my wife left me! anyway what's up with y'all'" and the response "There were two professors like this in my department and I was one of like 20 people who was taught by both of them so there was a very small gang of us who knew that Professor Brick Wall and Professor Overshare were married with two kids." except in this it's high school teachers instead of college :)
A Company Man (Rated: E, Words: 75K) by mambo / @whtaft
Summary: It’s the way that Bucky smiles at Steve from across his desk. No, it’s the way that Bucky’s hand brushes Steve’s as they stand side by side in an elevator not crowded enough to justify their closeness. Or maybe it’s the whispered conversations every Saturday night, the way Bucky saves Steve’s number under a different name in his phone. No matter what it is, the truth is the same: Steve Rogers is in love with Bucky Barnes, a married man.
Rock You Like a Hurricane (Rated: E, Words: 112K) by CelticCross
Summary: Bucky Barnes is an author, he's written many books in his Winter Soldier series, starring Lloyd Hansen and Nick Fowler. He hasn't written a word worth writing in the past three months and his agent, Sam Wilson, forces him to take a break. Sam books him a rental beach house in a place called Plum Cove in Mass for three months, hoping to break him out of his writer's block. The owner, Steve Rogers, retired Plum Cove Police Captain, landlord and part time surfer is surprised to get such a lengthy off season booking but takes it anyway. He doesn't expect to spend a lot of time with the person renting his house, but then he wasn't expecting the storm to be that fierce.
Closing Time (Rated: M, Words: 10K) by RecoveringTheSatellites / @thisonesatellite & art by maichan /@maichan808
Summary: Steve works in a Brooklyn dive bar. A tall, guarded guy comes in to drink at regular intervals. He always sits in the back corner. Steve leaves him alone. He looks like a guy who deserves some peace and quiet. He does find out the stranger's name is Bucky. Finds out what he likes to drink. And little by little, conversation happens. Connection happens. Until one day a cock-flock of dudebros comes in (i made up cock-flock, but really, is that not their collective term) and the heckling goes up to eleven once they’re good and drunk. Bucky gets asked to take it outside. Steve will have none of that, thankyouverymuch. . A tale of love and hope in unlikely places, sprinkled with a bit of PTSD, and the occasional sarcastic quip.
Use Your Agency (Rated: E, Words: 15K) by romanticalgirl
Summary: Bucky is given the assignment (punishment) of being the agent whose job it is to integrate the newly-thawed Captain America into life in a new century. Only maybe it's not so bad. Because Bucky ends up dealing with Steve Rogers, who is nothing like the Captain America in Bucky's history books. From coming out of the ice through AoU.
Stay with Me (Rated: E, Words: 79K) by maikurosaki / @allegra-dreams
Summary: When Bucky Barnes accompanies his family to a ceremony dedicated to George Barnes' activity, he expects free food and drinks, the occasional boring speech, and watching his dad blush furiously as he gets to finally meet his childhood hero. What he doesn't expect is saving Captain America's life and getting shot in the process. What follows is a slow road to recovery, eating hospital food (still disgusting), making new friends (Avengers!!! Seriously, the Avengers!) and pining over Captain America (he won't comment on that). It sounds simple, but it really isn’t!
The Steadfast Soldier (Rated: E, Words: 12K) by danielosbourne
Summary: Bucky returns to Brooklyn to help his sister navigate a family crisis.
twelve twenty-five (Rated: E, Words: 43K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter
Summary: “I have to say,” Winifred says, a mug of cocoa in her hands. “When you say you were bringing someone home, I thought you meant you were bringing a boyfriend. But I’m glad you brought Steve.” “Who says I’m not?” Bucky teases, laughing when Steve lets out an exasperated groan. “You two finally got your respective head out of your respective ass?” asks George, looking at Steve and Bucky intently. “No,” Steve says pointedly, “Bucky just thinks he’s so funny.” - Ever since they met, everyone assumed it was just a matter of time before Steve and Bucky became a thing. Ten years later and it has yet to happen. But when Bucky invites Steve to spend the holidays with him and his family in upstate New York, things start to change.
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Every Me and Every You (Rated: M, Current Words: 38K) by deadto27 / @deadto27
Summary: Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He’s getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve…well, it’s best he doesn’t think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he’s trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away.—–Bucky gets blinded by a bright light as the tear seems to implode in on itself and there’s an odd little jolt as the pulling stops, and then Bucky’s blinking, trying to get his vision right again as he loosens his grip on America.“You okay?” he checks, still squinting. He’s probably not blind, he thinks. It just feels like it right now.“I’m okay,” America tells him and he sees her nod shakily as his vision starts to clear, and he carefully lets go of her, seeing that she can support herself, hands pressing onto the floor next to her.“Uh…I don’t think I am,” says another voice, and Bucky turns his head so fast he might give himself whiplash. Because he knows that voice. He knows that voice better than any other voice on the planet and he’s missed that voice, so, so much.
Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 103K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary
Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.
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Have you ever noticed that ever since season one of What If introduced Captain Carter, she's been showing up a lot more than Sam Wilson as Captain America? I once queationed it, which pissed off some Peggy stans on this site to the point where I had to alter the tags so I wouldn't have to deal with them.
Oh yeah I did, trust me, you’re not the only one. Many Sam or Steve or Bucky stans and, yk, Peggy antis here on tumblr noticed it, but her stans are just too stubborn to accept it.
In my humble opinion, I think Peggy is simply a better character for marvel to sell as cap (and not for the right reasons), which is why Sam’s cap hasn’t appeared in 2/3 years and all of Steve’s appearances were butchered.
Steve is noble, all about freedom and doing what’s right. He was a disabled son of immigrants who knew struggle and, in his own words, didn’t like bullies no matter where they came from, which means that doing what was right to him was more important than any government, any authority. Civil War is all about this characterization of Steve, and it’s why he was the perfect man for the job.
Sam is like Steve. He is a noble man who knew struggle and suffering growing up, who lost loved ones, his place in the world the moment he chose to follow what was right instead of what was ordered to him. He was ridiculed and beaten down, and risked losing it all multiple times, but that never made him back down. Plus, to add fuel to the fire, the higher powers would have never accepted him as Captain America because he’s black, no matter if Captain America himself passed the mantle to him, they wouldn’t have accepted him and still didn’t right up to the finale of TFATWS. Sam is perfect for the job and mirrors Steve as the perfect Captain America of his time.
Peggy is… well, she’s nothing of these things.
Yes, she’s a woman, and so everyone would be expected to find sympathy for her, to root for her, but aside from her stans no one actually does. Peggy has a support system and respect, like it or not, and she was relevant. She’s arrogant, she’s headstrong, and she doesn’t go against the system because she is the system. She’s not a minority, she never knew struggle, hell, she lived a comfortable life up until the war and after. And marvel can use her more than Sam or Steve because she’s not troublesome like them, she’s not going to rebel the system if not for selfish reasons or plot points. She’s not Steve, she’s not Sam, and she shouldn’t be, but at the same time Peggy should not be a Captain that marvel should enforce in their media over and over again.
As Erskine said, “Because the strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength and knows... compassion.” And while Steve and Sam don’t know strength in the sense that Erskine disregards, Peggy does. And if anything, she resembles John Walker.
Not to mention she is no character of her own, she’s simply the mixture of some characters thrown together in a cauldron, and in addition she’s a Mary Sue. She is a villain masked as hero, one that is convenient as a character and can be thrown from side to side as if she was some Y/N insert in an avengers fanfic.
Not only she has made more appearances than the current Captain America, but she managed to insert herself in the majority of What If…’s storylines, even more than actual main characters. Like, you want to tell me people actually want yet another episode about Peggy or with Peggy being a major character instead of Wanda, Loki or the main six avengers? No one does, not even the stans with a functioning brain. But Marvel will not stop, and whatever chokehold Hayley Atwell has on them will last until she’ll be satisfied with the colonization of all the possible marvel projects.
So ultimately, to answer your question: yes, I did notice Sam is being overshadow by a dusty side character that should have stayed dead back in 2016. You’re not alone, and I’m glad I’m not either. If you scroll on my profile you’ll soon find an old post of mine from last year, during the MoM era, where I was talking about this issue, and a Peggy stan went ballistic and on a rant on how I was using Sam as an excuse to hate on Peggy and justify Stucky. (Btw nice move altering the hashtags, I’ve done it too and it’s been a blessing for me.)
Feel free to check that post and come back in the asks, I’d love to discuss that and maybe share some posts regarding the issue (if I can find them lol)
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navybrat817 · 2 years
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Lumbersnack
Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: You're hungry for something only Steve can give you. Word Count: Almost 1.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), dirty talk, swearing, slight feels (it's me), Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Loosely on this anon ask, I wanted to give you lovelies something for Sinday. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @yarnforbrains, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
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Not many would have predicted that Steve Rogers would not only give the title of Captain America to Sam Wilson, but that he would retain his Nomad status. Part-time, at least. When he didn't help Sam, Bucky and the other Avengers, Steve chose to spend time away from the city to work as a lumberjack. Brooklyn was still his home in his heart, but the forest became a place of comfort. 
You hadn't expected to become a source of comfort for him as well.
As a writer, you didn't think your life was particularly exciting. Steve thought the opposite, telling you that your stories inspired passion in others, including him. You thought he would have gravitated toward another fighter, but the artist in him was drawn to your creative side. Both of you were hard workers, just in different ways. 
You respected each other. 
And, god, did you crave each other. 
Steve joked that he was making up for lost time with how often he took you. When he returned from a mission, it was a guarantee that you wouldn't leave the bed the next day. There was an almost permanent ache between your thighs, but you didn't mind. You never wanted anyone else the way you wanted Steve.
I never will again.
There was hardly a cloud in the sky as Steve brought his axe down, effortlessly chopping a piece of wood in two. He didn't break a sweat as he replaced it with another piece, quickly adding more to the growing pile. It was tough not to stare as he worked, his biceps rippling under the tight t-shirt. Looking at his face wasn't any better since you imagined feeling his beard between your thighs.
Like it had been earlier that morning. 
"I'm hungry. I could use a lumbersnack," you called out to him from the porch, standing up from the swing and making a show of slowly stretching. You were wearing one of his plaid shirts and nothing else. Being out there with him in the woods made you feel bold.
Teasing your lumberjack was always a treat.
Plus, no one else was around to see you like this. 
"Yeah?" he chuckled as he looked you up and down, driving the axe in the stump in front of him. "How hungry are you?"
"Starving," you answered, grabbing one of the cushions off the seat and dropping it in front of you.
Steve had spent a good part of the morning eating you out, and it was only fair that you returned the favor. 
"I should feed you then," he offered as he walked toward you. Stalked was more like it. The massive super-soldier glided across the grass with more agility than you'd ever possess. "Unless you want me to keep working."
"You can get back to work after I suck your cock," you said as a matter of fact, seeing the slight swell in his utility pants as he got closer.
Both of you knew you'd respond that way. You weren't ashamed to admit you had a slight addiction to him since the first time he took you to bed. You even dreamt about his cock. Given the chance, you'd always choose to have him. 
It wasn't just that the 6'4" man was built like a god. He had the kindness and generosity of one, too. He treated you like a goddess and listened to you. He did his best to make you happy. No one had ever been so good to you. 
"Dirty mouth."
"I think I need something to wash it out."
Steve groaned once he reached you, gripping the back of your head to press his lips against yours insistently. One of the things you appreciated about him was that he didn't hold back or do anything half-assed. If he wanted you, he made it known, and he took you. Of course, he would stop if you weren't in the mood since he was a gentleman at heart.
Even though he was an animal in bed.
And you hadn’t stopped him once.
"You're distracting me when I should be working, sweetheart."
"All I said was I was hungry. You're the one who offered to feed me," you teased, letting him give you another breath stealing kiss.
"You always say that when you want my cock in your mouth. Like I could ever resist fucking that pretty mouth of yours," he said, making you whimper when his voice deepened. "Now be a good girl and get on your knees."
Still the Captain at heart.
"Yes, sir."
Your hand moved down his body before you followed the trail with your mouth and dropped to your knees on the cushion, your pulse jumping when you undid his pants. You pulled them down with his underwear, your mouth going dry at the sight of his cock springing free. It didn't matter how many times you saw him, the size of him still made your pussy throb.
You gently gripped him, his thickness hot under your touch. Sucking the head into your mouth, you gazed at him with a moan. The bittersweet taste of him flooded your mouth as you teased the tip with your tongue. You watched as he exhaled, his lips parting as his dark blonde locks fell in his eyes. You couldn't wait to choke on him. 
Make me appreciate the ability to breathe.
"Suck it harder, sweetheart," he moaned, helping you bob your head. "You said you were hungry."
You inhaled through your nose as you relaxed your throat, alternating between jerking him at the base and fondling his balls. The weight in your hand was almost as heavy as the one on your tongue, moving them in time with each other. You were eager for him to empty himself in your mouth or on your face.
Either would be a reminder that you were his. 
"Fuck, sweetheart. You and your mouth drive me fucking crazy."
It didn't take long for his head to tip back, keeping a hand on the back of your head as you took him in as much as you could. Not many could take a man his size, but you wanted to please him. You were determined to remind him why you were made for him. 
One of the many reasons.
He grunted as he lifted his head to stare down at you. "You really do look good with a mouthful of cock. Almost as good as your pussy stretched around me. Fuck, you're beautiful."
In the back of your mind, you knew he craved the haven of your body as much as you craved being his haven. When he was inside you, he could forget about the horrors he witnessed in battle. He could drink you in and feel at peace. He didn't have to feel like a man out of time.
Not with me.
The slight tremble in his large frame warned you that he was getting close to the edge as he thrust his hips faster. You whined, engulfing him as your mouth tightened. He kept hitting the back of your throat, and you refused to pull off, even as your eyes watered. You could take it. 
"Harder. That's it. You want it down your throat, don't you? Fuck, I'm gonna come."
He held you in place when you moaned in response, his cock throbbing on your tongue. The hoarse cry he let out had you clenching around nothing as he flooded your mouth, doing your best not to let anything spill out. You swallowed him down as he slowed his movements, blinking away the tears as he finished and let his cock slip free. 
You took a moment to appreciate the view of Steve as you licked the saliva and taste of him from your swollen lips. The sun in the distance illuminated his body, the glow making him look every bit like the god many believed him to be. He raked a hand through his hair, a slight flush to his cheeks as he swore under his breath. He made wood-chopping look like a walk in the park, but the orgasm you gave him had him panting above you. 
I love making the man with a plan lose control. 
You gasped when he gripped you by the arms and pulled you up once he caught his breath. Using his strength to keep you up, he brought his mouth to yours. He did the same whenever he pleased you. Kisses meant something special to Steve. 
They mean the world to me, too.
"You okay?" he asked, searching your face for any discomfort or pain. No matter how he had you, he made sure you were comfortable after. "Do you need some water?"
"I'm great," you smiled, nodding over to the porch swing where you had your water waiting. "And I'm a little full."
He chuckled as he used his boot to adjust the pillow and carried you to the swing. "You may be full, but now I'm hungry."
"We both need to get back to work," you teased as he set you down and sank to his knees on the cushion you previously occupied. You spread your legs, your pussy wet and begging for his attention. "But if you really are hungry."
"I am, and I'll be quick. Especially since I can hear one of our neighbors heading this way," he said, gesturing behind him with his head. His heightened senses amazed you. "Let's see if I can make you come before he gets here."
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Maybe this lumberjack will become a thing. What do we think, lovelies? See how they're doing here. Love and thanks! ❤️
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sad-trash-hobo · 9 days
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I love Steve Rogers as Captain America. I love Sam Wilson as Captain America. I dont want Steve Rogers to still be Captain America because I want Sam Wilson to be Cap. I just want Steve to still be there as Sam is Captain America. Them exiting Steve when Sam got cap, and leaving Bucky was just so out of character, and I can understand him getting out of the job. Retiring. But the way they did it, that Steve went back in time, and got old, and changed Peggy's timeline. I know we've all said it, but it's still so wrong and it just makes me sad. I remember a post saying that for the falcon and winter soldier show they should have Sam or Bucky calling Steve and it just showing Steve with his phone on silent at the movies, or taking water color classes, and what was so wrong with that? Why does a character ending have to be so permanent. Why does a character leaving mean they have to die or be so old that conspiracies get written that he's on the moon. I dont miss Steve as Cap, I just miss Steve.
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tuiccim · 2 years
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Playing for Keeps
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings: Post-breakup, angst with a happy ending, jealousy, manipulation, anxiety.
Word count: 2k
Summary: A party at Tony's penthouse has you facing Steve Rogers for the first time since he broke your heart and you make sure to show up with a heartthrob on your arm.
A/N: Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyfor beta reading for me. Dedicated to my darling friend @maladaptivexxdaydreaming who sent me the gif that set my brain going on this story.
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You take a deep breath on the elevator ride up to Tony’s penthouse and glance at your date. Handsome in his suit, Jean-Paul smiles at you and reaches to entwine your fingers together. You squeeze his hand as the doors open revealing a room full of people. You make your way around saying hello to your friends and acquaintances while sipping a glass of champagne. 
“Hey! You came,” Natasha greets you with her signature smirk. 
“Of course. Tony invited-”
“Look who it is!” Sam slides up to you with a grin. 
“Hey Sam,” you say, giving him a quick hug but feeling your stomach knot. 
“Who’s your friend?” Sam asks, eyeing Jean-Paul. 
“This is my date, Jean-Paul Beaubier. Jean-Paul, this is Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson.”
“Of course, you two really need no introduction,” Jean-Paul says as he shakes their hands. 
“How did you two meet?” Natasha asks with a glance at Sam.
“We-” “This-” You and Jean-Paul speak at the same time and then laugh together.
“Okay, you tell it,” you smile. 
“As I was saying, this beautiful creature wandered into my reading. I was promoting my latest novel when a vision walked in and stole my breath. I could barely get through the rest of my chapter. And then I had to take questions and sign books. I was watching her out of the corner of my eye to make sure she didn’t leave. She came up after things died down, had me sign a copy of the book, asked some wonderfully intelligent questions, and even managed to seem surprised when I asked her to go for a drink.”
“Jean-Paul!” you laugh at his exaggeration. “More like, I stammered out a barely intelligible question and almost passed out when he asked.”
“I was enchanted,” Jean-Paul smiles at you. 
“And far too kind to me,” you demure.
“That’s so… sweet,” Natasha says with a stiff smile.
“You gotta teach me some moves, man,” Sam elbows Jean-Paul with a waggle of his eyebrows. 
“Oh, Tony and Pepper are waving us over,” you say quickly, relieved to be leaving the conversation. 
Jean-Paul guides you in their direction with a hand on the small of your back. You make introductions and small talk until you can extricate yourself to wander around the party. You enjoy seeing your friends even if it does feel slightly awkward at times. A little later, you and Jean-Paul are sitting close together with his arm around your waist. His whispered observations of the party goers had you giggling uncontrollably until-
“Someone is staring at you, darling, and seems quite unhappy.”
You glance up and feel a chill as you lock eyes with Steve Rogers. His piercing blue gaze speaks volumes. Turning back to Jean-Paul, you tell him, “That’s my ex.”
“Captain America. He won’t make me disappear, will he?” Jean-Paul’s lips quirk. 
You laugh and shake your head. He kisses your neck and continues talking but your mind wanders to the supersoldier whose eyes you can still feel on you. It had been six weeks since he broke up with you. He looked different in just that short amount of time. His hair was a tad longer and less groomed.  His beard had grown in making a much gruffer looking Captain America. He had ended your seven month relationship for reasons you didn’t fully understand. His lame excuse of putting you in danger, and that he was too busy with the Avengers to give you what you deserve had sounded hollow even to you. 
The intense retrospection you had put yourself through had led you to one conclusion. The drawer. Steve stayed with you as much, if not more, than he stayed at the compound and so you had cleaned out a drawer for him, made some space in the closet, and invited him to keep some things there. Less than a week later, he took all of his things and walked out of your apartment and your life. You were devastated but had concluded that Steve simply couldn’t commit. After all, seven months in and he had never said I love you. Although, that hadn’t stopped you from berating yourself for pushing him. 
Now, your anger and guilt had subsided but your heart still hurt and you knew you had to do something. Jean-Paul was perfect. Handsome, kind, funny, and intelligent, all the things you need right now. 
“Hey…” Jean-Paul gets your attention. 
“I’m sorry. I got lost in thought for a second.”
“It’s okay, minou. Would you like another drink?”
“That sounds great but I’ll get them. Thor is over there. I know you wanted to meet him. Would you like me to introduce you?” you ask. 
“Please,” he stands and holds a hand out to you. 
After making introductions, you excuse yourself to refresh your drinks and run into Wanda at the bar. 
“How’ve you been?” you ask her. 
“I’m doing fine,” she says with a raised eyebrow. 
“Is Vision okay?” you ask, confused by her demeanor. 
“He’s wonderful. How are you?” Wanda’s intonation expresses more than her words. 
“I’m doing pretty good. Just trying to move on. Find some happiness,” you answer the unspoken question.  
“He hasn’t been the same since…”
“He broke up with me, Wanda. This was his choice,” you answer defensively. 
“I’m not blaming you. I’m just letting you know in case…”
“I won’t chase him. He made his feelings very clear. Anyway, I should get back to my date. It was nice seeing you.”
“You, too,” Wanda smiles sadly. 
You make your way back to Jean-Paul who puts a possessive arm around you. It seems every time you glance around the party you manage to catch Steve’s eyes. His gaze seemed to follow you everywhere, sometimes centered on you and other times wherever on your body Jean-Paul’s hand was on at the time. It was disconcerting but you chose to ignore him and made your way around the party while trying to enjoy yourself. 
It was as you were conversing with Natasha and Sam again that everything seemed to hit you at once. Jean-Paul’s side pressed to yours, his hand making circles on your back, the noise of the party, the feeling of Steve’s eyes on you, the weight of the glances Natasha kept making in his direction, the cold glass in your hand, the underlying meaning of all the words around you, and your anxiety skyrocketed. The overwhelmed feeling was too much for you and you excused yourself to the lady’s room. 
Sitting on the toilet, you allow yourself a couple of tears before forcing yourself to suck it up. Before, you would have been with Steve. The noise would have faded when he looked at you, not buzzed as it had tonight. All of the conversations would not have seemed rife with meaning and you wouldn’t feel constantly judged. You would have been safe and comfortable under his wing. 
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you straighten your shoulders, take a few deep breaths, and force yourself to leave the quiet sanctuary. You walk down the hall towards the living room when a door opens as you pass it and you hear your name before being pulled into the room. You stare into Steve’s eyes as he closes the door and then leans into you with his large hands spread on each side of the wall beside you. He was close enough to smell and you had to stop yourself from closing your eyes and breathing him in. Just his presence had an instant calming effect on your nerves until the intrusive memories of his words broke through. 
“Are you okay?” he asks softly. 
You look at him as several emotions run through you. Finally, you lift your chin and answer defiantly, “That’s not really your business anymore.”
“It’ll always be my business to make sure you’re okay,” Steve says softly. 
“I’m fine. Can you-”
“Minou?”Jean-Paul’s voice can be heard through the door just as he opens it and stares at you trapped by Steve’s arms. You push Steve away as Jean-Paul turns on his heel to leave. 
“Jean-Paul, please! It’s not what it looks like!” 
“Tu me prends pour une valise?(Do you take me for a fool?)” He says as he walks away quickly. 
“No! Jean, please!” You try to follow but Steve grabs your hand. 
“Please don’t go,” he begs. 
“Why not? Why shouldn’t I run after a good man? Why should I stay here with the one who broke my heart? Give me one good reason!” You practically shout the last sentence and scoff when he simply stares back. 
As you turn away again, he finds his voice, “Because I love you!”
That stops you in your tracks. He had never said it before. He had never mentioned love or the future even but now he was declaring it loudly. But could it be real?
“Funny how you just figured that out. You see me with another man and your jealousy finally forces those words out of your mouth. Well, Captain Rogers, I don’t believe you!” 
Steve closes the door before you can go out and when you turn back to him with a sharp remark on your tongue, it fades as you notice the tears clinging to his lashes. He holds his hands up and says softly, “Please, please hear me out. That night was the worst night of my life. I thought I was doing what was best for both of us with everything that was happening. There are so many threats, so many things you don’t know about and I can’t tell you. I thought I could protect you best by letting you go.”
“No, no! That isn’t the real reason you did this. You did this because you’re too scared to really commit to someone. You realized you had gotten in too deep with me and ran scared,” you try to hold onto your anger but your voice breaks on the last word. 
Steve sees you straighten your spine but the quiver in your lip is a dead giveaway. You’re scared to let him in again and his heart twists. Whatever it took he would win you back and the first step was admitting his failings. Carefully, he cradles your neck as he speaks softly, “You’re right. I was scared. I am scared but not having you is so much scarier. You are what makes all of the fighting worth it. You make me a better person and remind me of all the good things in the world. I wasn’t going to come tonight but I knew I had to. I had to see you. I needed to know that I could be in the same room with you and all of my reasons for breaking up with you would hold up.”
“And?” You whisper.
“Not a single one did. The second those elevator doors opened and I could see you, nothing else mattered except you. I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. I love you so much. And if it’s still on the table, can I have that drawer?” Steve looks into your eyes, waiting for your answer. 
“It’s still available. I think we can make that work,” you reply with a little smirk. 
“And the other thing?”
“Yeah, I love you, too, Steve.”
“Thank God,” Steve whispers before kissing you sweetly. 
“What do we do now?” you ask as the kiss ends. 
“Go to my room to grab a few things. Do you want to go find Jean-Paul and tell him?” Steve asks.
“He’ll figure it out,” you say as you pull Steve to you for another kiss. 
Hours later, you smile at Steve’s sleeping form next to you. Your lips are slightly swollen from the number of kisses shared and you would have beard burn in some interesting places tomorrow but it was worth every moment. Quietly, you grab your phone and send a quick text to Jean-Paul, “Tell Kyle I said thank you for letting me borrow his hubby for the night. You’re the best.” Turning over, you snuggle against Steve and smile at being back where you belong.
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jemgirl86 · 3 months
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Folks kill me for real. You know the only person who wants Sam Wilson to be Captain America more than Steve Rogers?
Bucky Barnes.
You know how I know?
‘Cause I watched a whole damn tv series about it.
That man threw a series-long temper tantrum for reasons that boiled down to Sam not being Captain America & carrying the shield when Bucky felt he should’ve, and that’s after he was practically simpering when he saw Steve give Sam the shield on a silver platter in Endgame.
Like what even are y’all on? Lmaooo.
Now, maybe I’m about to come off mean, but honestly idgaf, ‘cause Bucky, God love him, isn’t a bit more qualified to be Captain America than the man in the moon, and even he knows it. And Steve definitely knew it. The only people who don’t seem to know it are Bucky’s delulu stans.
Look, if the MCU did one thing right, it was showing that Sam Wilson is everything Captain America should be, so I don’t know why folks are always trying to convince themselves (and everyone else) otherwise.
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luuknowsbetter · 6 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY! (BUCKY BARNES X READER)
|Bucky Barnes x reader|
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soft!bucky | smut | MUY soft
Characters: y/n (reader). Bucky Barnes. Sam wilson. Natasha romanoff. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Wanda maximoff. Clint Barton. Bruce banner. Thor. Loki. Vision. Pietro maximoff. Stephen strange. Peter Parker.
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Warnings: Mild smut, explicit language, and soft.
A/N: Hey, this is my first time writing a fic and I hope you enjoy it! Also,my first language is not English so some words are going to sound a bit weird sorry about that :/
The rays of light coming through his window managed to wake Bucky from his sleep…that and his girlfriend yn who had practically jumped on him yelling at him and saying a lot of sweet things congratulating him.
-Happy birthday my dear, you are now officially an old man! Said the girl in front of him leaning towards him to kiss his lips.
-You still love me yn- Bucky said and immediately kissed her again. The kiss intensified and before they knew it Yn was already on Bucky's lap, both half naked and the girl with her legs slightly spread. Un began to spread kisses all over her boyfriend's neck and bare chest as he let out sighs and a few moans. Yn's attention was drawn to the ex-soldier's pajama pants where there was a (not small) bulge down there. The girl smiled and directed her hands towards that lower area but just as she was about to do so the door to the room burst open revealing the avengers who had prepared a cake for Barnes.
-HAPPY BIRTH - OH GOD - Tony immediately closed the door of the room, bucky and yn looked at each other totally surprised and blushing because of what had just happened a second ago.
-We should have knocked, damn - Tony exclaimed as he looked at the rest of the team with a shocked expression on his face.
"That solves where yn was," Clint whispered to Natasha and she just nodded with a slight smile. -I think we should go to the living room and wait for them to come down," suggested Captain America and everyone agreed
"Oh fuck," Yn says, completely blushing, even over Bucky, who is still trying to process what just happened. "I think we'll leave this for later, sweetheart," Bucky says, somewhat blushing. Yn nods, they both get up and begin to dress quickly, after a few minutes they both arrive at the room, where all the avengers were.
"There you are," Natasha exclaims. "Nice gift, Buck?" Sam asks mockingly, Bucky just rolls his eyes, blushing. "Yeah, well, that surprised us all," says Steve as he takes a sip of his coffee. -Not me. - Sam, Nat, Tony, Wanda and Clint respond in unison. making yn giggle
The entire team continued with their things as they normally did. yn and Steve had organized a party for Bucky later that night, so they were getting things ready for the party, when suddenly yn walks up to Bucky, who was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book, and yn walks up to him. behind and hugs him
"You can claim the gift later if you want, handsome," Yn whispers in Bucky's ear.
"I hope so, doll…" Bucky responds and places a kiss on his girlfriend's neck.
Needless to say, Bucky had a great time on his birthday.
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onceuponastory · 11 months
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this lovely night - sam wilson x reader
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“Is it out of line If I was to be bold and say, "Would you be mine?” - whistle for the choir by the fratellis 
Plot: After having no luck finding love the usual ways, Y/N decides to try her luck speed dating. At first, it seems her bad luck is continuing... until she meets Captain America himself, Sam Wilson. Pairing: Cap!Sam Wilson x Female!Reader (also the TINIEST hint of Sarah Wilson x Bucky) Warnings: Mentions of sexism/sexist comments, Sam being a little nervous about dating and a few alcohol mentions. No sexism from Sam though! He could never! Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff. Just how I like it! But as usual, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: This was written for @late-to-the-party-81‘s Challenge Yourself Challenge, where you have to write for a character/trope etc that you haven’t written for before. This is my first time writing for Sam! Thank you again to @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon​ for my dividers! Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.
“You know.” The man in front of Y/N begins, stopping only to take another big gulp of his beer. Y/N’s stomach twists. God knows what he’s about to say now. “I really think you’d make an excellent housewife.” He leans back, grinning at her. Y/N’s stomach churns, and she wraps her jacket closer around herself, hoping it shields her body from his gaze. “And a great mother to our kids. You’d stay home, of course, and I’ll provide for us all.”
And there it is. 
“I have a job. I’m keeping that.” she snaps back. Fucking sexist loser. Thankfully, before the man can say anything else… or before Y/N can throw her drink all over him, the announcer calls out that it’s time to change over, and Y/N gets out of there as quickly as humanly possible. As she collapses into another seat, she can’t ignore the disappointment settling in the pit of her stomach. Sure, he’s a sexist pig, but that marks yet another failure tonight.
After so long of scouring dating apps for someone, yet having no success, Y/N turned to speed dating. After all, even if it all crashes and burns, at least she tried it once, right? And so far, like every of her other attempts to find love, tonight has been just as unsuccessful as the others. That’s not to say most of the men she’s encountered tonight have been awful human beings like the man she just had the displeasure of meeting. But almost every girl, Y/N included, wants to find her Mr Right, and none of the men she’s met have gave her that spark, that feeling in your stomach that tells you this is the one for you. Honestly, she’s already resigned herself to the fact that she isn’t going to meet the love of her life. Or at least, they definitely aren’t here. 
Although, if this night is a complete failure, at least she can just get drunk and forget it all.
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As the night goes on, Y/N’s prediction seems to becoming true. Well, back to the dating apps it is. Maybe the third time will be lucky?
“Hey, Y/N right? Nice to meet you.” Another male voice speaks. When Y/N looks back up and recognises who’s sitting opposite her, she gasps.
Captain America himself, Sam Wilson, is sitting opposite her. And somehow, he looks even hotter than he does on TV. In that moment, she loses all ability to speak, think… or even breathe. This is not where she expected this night to go, to have a literal Avenger sitting in front of her. She didn’t even notice him come in or move around the room. It’s like he just materialised out of nowhere, right when she needed it. He holds out his hand, and she shakes it. As her fingers brush against his, something twinges in her stomach.
“Are you alright?” He frowns, clearly confused and concerned by her silence. Heat settles on her cheeks then, and she chuckles awkwardly.
“No, I’m okay. I’m just more shocked that Captain America is here more than anything. Forgive me for being so forward, but I thought someone like you would have no issue finding love. I mean… look at you.” Her sudden honesty takes her off guard slightly, and for a moment she’s worried that she’s embarrassed herself even more. Yet, to her relief, he chuckles, smirking slightly. Or maybe the reason she’s so forward around Sam is because of how safe and comfortable she feels around him already. It’s like they’ve known each other for years, rather than only just meeting now. But Sam’s kindness and ability to make anyone feel at ease isn’t surprising. After all, there’s a reason why Steve Rogers' chose him to be his successor.
“Well, dating is tough for everyone. And to be honest, most people I date aren’t as cool with me being gone for such long periods of time, or the whole dating a public figure side of things. Seems like they just want a ‘normal’ life.” He admits. Although he still seems upbeat, Y/N registers the disappointment lacing his tone. And it breaks her heart. The Captain America identity is such a huge part of Sam and his life, and he deserves someone who respects that, and is proud to have him representing it, and to be dating him. She wouldn’t mind that life at all. She’d be proud to be at his side, to know that her boyfriend is a symbol of hope and heroism for so many, and someone who saves the world day in and day out.
He glances over at her again, grinning once more. “But I am glad that I came tonight.” And something deep in Y/N’s stomach flutters, like it never has before. Is this it? Is this the feeling that I’ve met the one? Looking over at Sam, Y/N smiles. If it is, she’s glad it’s come now. “And besides, you don’t need to worry about the formal stuff now. Please call me Sam.”
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“When I’m back in Delacroix, I love to go fishing with Bucky, my sister, and my nephews. Spending all that time out on the open water, having an ice cold beer as the sun beats down on you….” 
“Stop!” she gasps, moaning happily. “That sounds incredible. I’d love that. Just a shame I’ve never been on a boat before.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. I’ll take you. It could be one of our next dates.” He winks, and Y/N giggles. 
“Oh, next time huh? I’d love that.” She sighs dreamily. God, this is incredible. Sam really is the full package. He’s caring, charming, hilarious… and, of course, drop dead gorgeous. After all, she noticed the outline of his muscles through his shirt pretty soon into their date. Although, given that he’s a literal superhero, that’s unsurprising. Despite that, though, she and Sam are still having a good time, regardless of his celebrity status.
Thankfully, tonight wasn’t such a failure after all.
Yet, a voice soon interrupts, bursting her perfect bubble of happy thoughts. “Excuse me? We were supposed to change over almost five minutes ago, and you two are still talking.” And that brings her back down to earth. Honestly, she’s been having such a good time with Sam that she forgot all about the speed dating element of this. Everyone else just faded away.
“Oh, sorry, man. I’ll go.” As Sam stands up to leave, Y/N reaches out, placing her hand on his and stopping him without even thinking about it. 
“Wait!” she gasps. “I don’t want you to go.”
“You… don’t?” Sam frowns. Almost as if he’s so used to heartbreak and failure that he can’t believe she actually does want him to stay. But Y/N doesn’t even need to think about it. It’s never been as clear to her as it is now.
“No. I don’t. Or at least, if you go, I’m coming with you. Besides… you owe me a fishing date, right?” She just hopes Sam feels the same way about her, and isn't ready to say goodbye just yet. So when he smiles, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. 
“Okay. Let’s get out of here.” He interlocks his fingers with hers then, running his thumb over her knuckles. 
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“I’m paying.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m an Avenger, remember? I got this.” Before Y/N can argue or even say another word, Sam has shoved his cash into the hand of the teenage burger joint employee. “Keep the change man, alright?”
“Okay, next time I’m paying. Besides, I’m the one who recommended this place.” She orders when they’ve sat down with their food. Sam raises a brow, grinning.
“Next time, huh?”
“Hey, what did I say? You owe me a fishing trip, remember?” Yet she can’t ignore how heat settles on her cheeks once more, and how something in her stomach flutters with the way he gazes over at her. He looks at her like she’s the most important person in the world to him.
The restaurant isn’t too busy this time of night, meaning she and Sam are practically alone. Like they’re the only two people in the world right now. But honestly, Y/N doesn’t care if the restaurant is packed or empty. All she cares about now is being by Sam’s side. Like she said earlier, it feels like they’ve known each other for years now. They’re both just so comfortable and open around each other, nobody could’ve guessed they only met earlier tonight. Y/N just wishes this night could go on forever. 
If she could, she’d stay by his side forever.
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After their meal, Sam insists on walking her home like the true gentlemanly superhero he is.
“Those burgers were incredible.” He sighs happily, holding his stomach. Y/N giggles.
“Told you so. It’s your turn to pick next time, alright Cap?”
“You know… I kinda love it when you call me Cap.” He admits, chuckling.
“I’ll be sure to do it all the time then… Cap.” She winks, which looks like it almost sends Sam’s heart into overdrive. It’s so strange, seeing such a charming literal superhero reduced to a grinning, love struck mess around her. But then again, she’s sure that she’s the same around him.
Sam walks her all the way home, keeping her hand still clasped in his. In fact, she doesn’t think he’s let go of her hand since they left the speed dating venue, keeping her safe and close to him the entire night. Not that she’s complaining, though. Honestly, she hopes he never lets her go.
Unfortunately for them both, soon their walk comes to an end, and they reach the outside of Y/N’s apartment building.
“Guess this is the end of the line.” Sam sighs. 
“Oh please, that’s such a Cap line.” Y/N rolls her eyes. Yet, she can’t help but laugh at his joke. “Seriously though, thank you for tonight, Sam. I had a lot of fun.” Immediately, the mood changes. It’s almost as if the happy moments from earlier tonight are gone as the pair remember that, at least for tonight, the good times are over. All Y/N can think of is one thing:
She doesn’t want this night, or her time with Sam, to ever end.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for taking a chance on me.” Y/N scoffs.
“I wasn’t taking a chance. I really connected with you, Sam, and I want to spend more time with you.” He starts grinning again, one of those huge smiles that takes over your entire face and with a warmth that feels like the sun itself. And it’s all for her.
“You know….” He trails off, chuckling. “I was going to ask if you really did want to go on another date with me, so I’m really glad you said that. Mostly, though, it’s because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… and I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” She gasps, and her heart begins to pound even faster. Sam comes closer, closing the gap between them both. So close they’re only inches apart now. “May I?” He whispers, tilting his head towards hers. Y/N nods, too speechless to say anything. Slowly, like they’re in a movie, Sam gently leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When their lips connect, it sends a tingle down her spine and sends her heart into overdrive. Sam wraps his hands around her waist, whilst hers go onto his shoulders. He holds her there for what feels like hours, safe in his embrace. “Can I call you tomorrow?” He asks once they finally, yet reluctantly break apart.
“Of course. Like you even have to ask.” He leans in again, this time kissing her cheek.
“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, his breath hot against her cheek.
“Goodnight Sam.”
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feelmyskinonyourskin · 7 months
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You And I Were Fireworks [Proposal Gone Wrong Trope]
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female Reader
Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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Proposal Gone Wrong situation 1. Character wants to propose. Something goes awry and ruins their plan "AJ is determined to make you his Aunt, without giving Sam a say in the matter."
Warnings: Fluff. Reader is fem identifying (references to she/her pronouns and being Cass and AJ’s Aunt.) No use of y/n. Established relationship. 
WC: 1,100
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Spending the Fourth of July with Sam’s family in Louisiana had become one of your favorite traditions of your relationship in the few years since you and Sam had started dating. It was only fitting that Sam's hometown threw a true American neighborhood cookout on the pier, proud of the local-bred boy who had taken up the mantle of Captain America.
You had just finished helping Sarah and a few of the other neighbors set up the tents on the dock, when you noticed Sam’s youngest nephew sitting alone on the edge of the pier. You wandered over and plopped down beside him.
“What’s up AJ? You look upset. Did Bucky and Cass not let you play corn hole with them?”
“No…” the boy said, dejected.
“Okay, so what’s up?”
“Leon asked who I was here with and I said my Aunt and Uncle, but he said you’re not really my Aunt cause you and Uncle Sam aren’t married.” he gestured to the man named Leon a few feet away, putting beer and soda into a cooler.
“Well, I mean he’s not wrong. But don’t worry AJ, I love you like you already are my nephew. Your mom and brother have been nothing but welcoming since Sam and I started dating and I really do feel like family.”
“But why aren’t you and Uncle Sam married yet?”
“Because he hasn’t asked me yet! He’s gotta propose first. Quit dragging his feet, you know?” you joked and it made AJ chuckle “And besides, we’re both pretty busy and weddings take time to plan. But, hey you’re gonna look great in a suit when you’re a groomsman.”
“You really think Uncle Sam is gonna make me a groomsman?”
“I know he will. Now come on, quit worrying about what Leon has to say and go enjoy the party.”
The conversation left your mind until a few hours later when you were all sitting around a picnic table enjoying your cookout food. Sarah and Sam were discussing upgrades they wanted to make to the boat when fall rolled around, and Cass and Bucky were in heated competition to see who could make the Ketchup containers make the loudest fart noise.
AJ slid onto the bench beside you as you ate.
“Hey AJ, you doing better?”
“Yes. But I have a question.” he cleared his throat, getting the attention of everyone at the table.
AJ dropped to one knee beside you and held out a makeshift ring he clearly had just fashioned from some straw wrappers.
“Will you marry my Uncle Sam?”
“AJ!” Sarah exclaimed
“Oh god no.” Sam buried his head in his hands
“Oh god yes.” Bucky said, fully invested
“AJ, is this you asking because you want me to be your Aunt or did your Uncle put you up to this?” you asked
“No! It's me trying to make this happen! What you said was right. Uncle Sam needs to stop dragging his feet and make you part of the family. So I figured I’d make him do it!” AJ said triumphant in his plan
“Wait what?!” Sam’s head shot up
“AJ that was… I meant that as a joke.” you stuttered
Sarah clapped her hands together and stood.
“Okay kiddo, let’s quit interfering in Uncle Sam’s personal life. C’mon you can help me get the snow cone station set up.”
“But mom, she didn’t answer!” he said as Sarah tugged him away from the table
“Wow that was…” Bucky began to chuckle
“So when did you tell him I'm dragging my feet?” Sam turned to you and asked
“I did not… I meant it as a joke okay?!”
“Uh huh, sure…” he joked, putting his arm around you and kissing your temple
It felt like that was all you saw of Sam the rest of the day, he kept busy socializing with his old neighbors and friends. You knew Sam was always the life of the party, but a small part of you worried he was just avoiding you because of what happened earlier.
Finally, the sun finally set and the fireworks started. You sat on the edge of the pier, feet dangling in the warm summer water as streaks of red and blue exploded above you.
You felt a presence near you, as Sam sat behind you to enjoy the show as well, legs bracketed on either side of you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back to his chest, planting a kiss on your neck once he was situated.
“Hey beautiful.” he greeted you
“Hey Sammy.”
The two of you sat in silence as the show continued, until Sam finally spoke up.
“What was your answer by the way?”
“What?”
“To AJ’s question. What was your answer?”
“Sam, you know it would be a yes if you asked. Why? Is AJ giving you ideas?”
“No, I can do ideas myself, problem is he beat me to it.”
“Wait, what?”
Sam removed one hand from around your waist and held it in front of you, a beautiful diamond ring in his palm.
“Little trickster ruined my big moment. But the question’s still the same. Marry me?”
“Sam…” you craned your neck to look at him, the smile splashed across his face showing he was being serious
The emotion hit you in a wave and all you could do was nod yes, not able to verbally answer or else you were sure the tears of joy would never stop. Sam leaned in and kissed you deeply, untwisting his arms from around your middle to help you put the ring on your finger.
“It’s perfect by the way.” You commented, admiring the way the ring sparkled under the colorful display in the sky
“If the kid just had an ounce of patience, I could have actually surprised you.” Sam laughed
“Consider me surprised. I love you Sam.”
“I love you too baby. Hey just think of how excited AJ’s gonna be, getting his 4th of July wish to make you his Aunt.”
“Is that a thing? Does Captain America grant Independence Day wishes now? Like Santa for summer?” you joked
“Just for my nephews. And for you.” he kissed you again
“You know if you tell him that, next year he’s gonna ask for a puppy.”
“Ha! and I’ll do it. And Sarah will kill me.”
“Puppy would make a cute ring bearer in our wedding.”
“Now who’s the one with ideas?”
"Just saying, a Fourth of July wedding with a puppy would be amazing."
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brw · 1 year
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ranking random marvel men by how helpful i think they are in domestic settings
tony stark – 0/10 cannot cook cannot clean if you tell me otherwise ill bite you he has never cleaned a day in his life and that's okay.
simon williams – 0/10 has also never cleaned a day in his life and sure as hell won't start now.
thor odinson – 0/10 like he thinks he's being super helpful but he keeps accidentally breaking things and smashing plates and making a mess in the kitchen but he acts real cute about it so nobody gets mad at him really.
bruce banner – 1/10 he does his best but disaster follows him wherever he goes. he can't help it. everything that can go wrong will go wrong. he tries to make a nice meal and the fridge breaks so nothing is cold and the oven destroys the meat and the vegetables all get overboiled and he drops the wine bottle and it smashes on the carpet and and and it's just a bad time. he's doing his best.
roberto da costa – 1/10 you didn't marry him for his domestic skills.
bucky barnes – 2/10 keeps putting knives in random ass places n doesn't tell you.
logan howlett – 3/10 look he's a good cook and remembers to stock the fridge but he tracks blood in like at least once a week and it takes forever to remove from the carpet.
remy lebeau – 4/10 points deducted for not washing himself
bishop – 5/10 he grew up in a dystopia with on rations and it shows. the only thing you're eating with him is rehydrated beef or some shit. keeps the cleanest sparsest environment you've ever seen though
hank pym – 6/10 generally good at cooking, cleaning, buying shit etc but uhhh succumbs to the Horrors bimonthly
pietro maximoff – 7/10 will clean everything that gets messy, he likes a clean environment, but hates buying food vocally and gets kitchen rage when making food, his food is very good though
reed richards – 7/10 has made various machines to do washing, cleaning, cooking, laundry etc but cannot be trusted in a supermarket unattended, struggles to cook generally but can be trusted to make a few really good meals
luke cage – 8/10 i don't think he can cook for shit but he is great for remembering shopping and keeping things clean and tidy and we know he's a great dad so .
scott summers – 8/10 cleans everything, has a photographic memory of what's in the fridge and seems to telepathically know when something is broken or needs replacing but the only thing he serves is soup.
sam wilson – 10/10 good at cooking, remembers groceries, loves hosting people, keeps getting nice expensive wines to enjoy over the weekend as a nice treat from all the captain america shenanigans
steve rogers – 10/10 likes to clean likes to cook enjoys just relaxing and doing chores when not captain america-ing, will absolutely pick up stuff for dinner back from a fight with hydra or whatever
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