a soulmates au where your words only show up after you’ve met your soulmate. sort of like an insurance policy, you know, so you’re not left wondering whether every other person you meet is the one if your words are too generic.
in this universe, captain america has been recovered and active for several years now. he runs missions and saves the world with his ragtag team of superheroes formed by SHIELD. steve's become a celebrity, which he doesn't love, but it's something he learns to live with because that's life for public figures in the 21st century.
tony never became iron man because he walked away from his father's legacy the second he turned 18. he and howard are still working on their relationship, but maria couldn't be prouder and tells tony so everyday. he built his own company from the ground up and it's thriving under his leadership. he's only marginally famous these days and he tries his best to stay out of the limelight, guarding his private life as much as possible. that's how it's been for twenty years and he's happy.
they meet on a day when steve is tired, irritable and angry. he's just returned from a mission where two of his teammates were injured because of the faulty information they received. he goes out on a walk to let off some steam and he's just slipping his phone back into his pocket after rejecting fury's fifth call for a debrief when he slams right into tony.
tony was having a good day. he'd just sent out a new set of designs and decided to reward himself for it. he goes and gets himself a fresh, delicious, life-affirming cup of coffee and is just stepping out of the cafe with aforementioned cup when a walking brick wall comes out of nowhere.
good news is, tony had ordered a cold brew. once every few weeks that's just what he's in the mood for and it had been one of those days. bad news is, instead of drinking it he is now wearing it.
sticky and cold and more than a little shocked, tony barely has time to recover and figure out what happened when steve starts tearing into him.
“god damn it, watch where the fuck you’re going! that could have spilled all over me! idiot!” steve yells at tony. and on a normal day, he’d be apologetic and he’d never curse like this at a stranger. but he really didn’t need yet another thing to go wrong today and he’s on a short fuse.
maybe later, when he’s calmed down, he’ll think back on the cute man with the giant brown eyes staring at him in disbelief and start beating himself up over how he behaved.
at the moment, all tony can do is look at steve’s pristine white t-shirt that somehow has not a single drop of coffee on it, then look back down at his own chest. he has no words except, “wow. you’re a fucking asshole.” and he just turns around and walks away.
tony gets home and strips off for a rinse before he gets ready for his flight to london for a week of meetings. all the while he can’t help but think that angry blond man looked vaguely familiar and he can’t place where he knows him from. he doesn’t notice the new string of words tattooed down the side of his thigh until he’s in his hotel room half a day later.
meanwhile, steve gets home after his walk, after he’s checked on his teammates, after sitting with fury for three long hours to debrief, and finally washes the day off of him. before he gets into the shower, he notices something different about his reflection.
along his left bicep are the words, wow. you’re a fucking asshole.
he thinks back on the cute man with the big brown eyes and a chest full of coffee and wonders how in the hell he can fix this mess.
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@amarriageoftrueminds @stuckyfingers do we know if the super soldier serum self-replicates once it's in the blood? Cause if it doesn't, that means every time a super soldier loses too much blood they lose part of the serum too with no way to replace the lost amount-
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okay i know i’ve literally said this 8000 times in a variety of different posts before but it really bums me out that mcu only started giving sam what feels like actual, valued screen time after removing steve rogers from the equation specifically because their friendship was such a crucial part of the captain america narrative, both within the comics and the films! maybe i’m wrong because it’s been a long time since i’ve watched the trilogy and years since i saw fatws, but it seems to me like sam is constantly going out of his way to help and support steve, and despite the very genuine connection between them we get on screen, we never actually get to see steve giving sam that same support back or reciprocating the friendship he receives in quite the same sense??
like… literally what does steve ever do for sam that doesnt in some way also stem from or end up benefiting him? all the missions they go on and stuff get him his wings back and induct him unofficially into the avengers sure, but that all ties back to steve and his needs, his ultimate character progression throughout all three films. in cacw steve breaks him out of the raft but it’s also kind of his fault sam is even there in the first place (despite the accords being wrong and steve being right to resist them). even when he takes up sams mantle so to speak (apparently “in his honor”) by leading support groups, all he can talk about his his stupid ex situationship from decades ago who died of completely unrelated natural causes and not the two beloved companions who gave their lives trying to fight with and for him? and then of course sam’s just gone for most of steve’s final scenes. i get they intended for sam to be a supporting character at the time, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t EVER be the focus of some scenes nor that steve couldn’t be supportive???
when it finally comes down to focus on sam, just sam, steve dumps a shield on him he might not even really want with very little consideration for any personal implications or risks it might pose and then ABANDONS HIM. APPARENTLY FOREVER. to figure out what he even intended for sam to do and then derive his own meaning from it virtually by himself and almost IMMEDIATELY after sam just came back from being dead for five years too?! only to instantly end up fighting steve’s battles one more time for. old times sakes. i guess. lmao what a way to repay such devotion and love
this post is in no way me trying to deny the validity of sam wilson as captain america nor suggest he at all doesn’t deserve the shield so if you’re here to comment that crap save yourself the time and block me rn; i absolutely think he does but the circumstances in which he received it were really shitty and lack virtually any regard for his actual wants or needs as a character and a person… you know… again
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headcanon: 3
fic where reader is brought in for questioning after a heist where the thief stole something of very high value and the cop, bucky, shows cctv footage of reader making brief eye contact with the suspect in the museum, a tall, blond man with impressively wide shoulders.
“you’ve brought me here bc i just so happened to look at a man that you think committed a crime? is that what i’m gathering?” you ask incredulously after he shows you the video clip.
“no,” bucky says impatiently, “we wanted to question you on whether or not you know him. you were seen in the same areas of the museum at the same time, multiple times.”
reader huffs a disbelieving laugh. “it’s a museum! i’m sure i passed by several people repeatedly. why does that automatically mean i know him specifically?”
“bc he didn’t make eye contact with anyone else. he made a point to not look anyone in the eye. except you.”
bucky stares you down, eyes narrowed and accusing.
“i’m making an awful lot of eye contact with you right now. does that make you a potential accessory as well?” you ask sarcastically, condescendingly.
bucky releases a harsh, frustrated breath through his nose. “you don’t recognize him at all?” he questions instead of bothering to answer you.
you take a moment to reply, if only to piss him off even more. “no,” you finally say, simple yet concise.
“fine. you’re free to go.”
“have a good day, detective,” you say as you stand and walk passed him.
later, as you enter your home, you go through the motions of toeing off your shoes and settling your purse and keys on the side table by the door. you barely make it two steps into your kitchen when you’re grabbed from behind in a strong hold, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other across your shoulders.
“be good and don’t scream.”
you tilt your head back so you can meet the bright blue eyes of your captor and smirk. “but you like it when i scream.”
steve’s grin spread slow. “that’s true,” he confesses.
you turn around in his embrace, smoothing your palms up his torso until you can wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the blond hairs tickling your fingers.
“i take it everything went well?” he wonders with an arched brow.
your smile turns smug. “of course it did.”
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Steve: Why are you eating tofu?
Bucky: I'm trying to convince Sam I'm a vegan
Steve: Why?
Bucky: I've been stealing his chicken from the fridge and if I'm vegan, he can't accuse me of stealing it
Steve: Why not just buy your own chicken, Buck?
Bucky: this is much more fun, watch
Sam: Okay! I have had enough! WHO THE HELL! IS EATING MY GOD DAMN CHICKEN!?
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