#smol beam steve

[l223m0nade]

A present for @buckysnose, who is stressed and also probably crushing the gnarliness that is Real Life way more than they realize ❤️💜

Man I just wanted to keep writing this! But then it would never have gotten done! There is maybe some possible potential for a wee part 2 we’ll see.

Vague shrinkyclinks AU with Shield Bucky and Smol Art Student Steve bc that is peak cuteness.

          Steve woke slowly, stretched, and luxuriated in the feeling of finally being able to breathe through his nose again. It was easy to take for granted unless you’d just spent the last ten days too congested and miserable to even remember what it was like. That meant Steve took it for granted a lot less than the average person.

           He changed out of PJs, happy to be feeling energetic enough to look forward to class instead of dragging himself, and only managing that after arguing with Bucky about staying home sick again, as he had the last few days.

           Just thinking about Bucky made him smile. He was fussy, but he took such good care of Steve, and somehow never made him feel like a gross sick burden. Even the bossiness that made Steve bristle was pretty cute, and he’d put up with a lot worse to be able to curl up in his boyfriend’s warm, strong embrace that Bucky always just wanted to hold him in when he was feeling low.

           His smile turned a little perplexed as he made his way to the kitchen and heard a little fit of sneezes. Bucky often sneezed in the morning, but it was usually only one or two right after he woke up. He got up to four as Steve turned the corner into the kitchen and found him.

           “hitch, h- tshschoo! …hih..ishoo! heh…huh-hh-huhkSCHoo! ”

           Bucky blinked at Steve with a bleary look from where he stood with his face in the crook of his elbow, gave a little ticklish sniffle, and shook his head to clear it.

           “Whew… hey babe, good morning!” He beamed down at Steve and gathered him in for a soft kiss. “You look like you’re actually feeling better, instead of just trying to pass it off to me that you are.” He gave him a teasing smirk, which fell off his face as his eyebrows crinkled upwards and he turned aside for a sudden, quick little “tschoo!” of a sneeze followed by a huff of surprise. That was…hmm.

           Before Steve could say anything, Bucky pulled him back into a warm hug. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better,” he murmured, then pulled back and continued, “I made us oatmeal and fruit, and bacon, for a healthy compro-hih-compromise…oh man—” the last part was gasped out softly as his breath caught and his nose twitched with sneezes again: “ih—ihhshoo! itchsoo!” a couple ticklish coughs and then “hih…hih-ehISHoo!” These were still light, but a little more decisive-sounding, and like the others just sounded so tickly. They were followed by a couple sniffles, too. Steve brushed a lock of Bucky’s hair out of his face as he blinked dazedly down at him, and frowned.

           “Buck… I didn’t think I was gonna give you my cold.” He knew he sounded, as well as guilty and concerned, a little bit accusatory. He hadn’t even known the Winter Soldier, superpowered Shield agent, could get sick. He would have at least tried not to sneeze all over Bucky and kiss him quite as much if he had, and he told him so.

           “No way. Something just made me sneeze, that’s all. I’ve never caught your colds before, have I? I basically never get sick.” Steve didn’t know how he managed to be so sweet and so cocky at the same time. It would have been more convincing if he’d been able to resist rubbing his nose as he finished speaking.

           Steve didn’t push as they sat at the counter to eat and Bucky changed the subject to Steve’s grad school art classes. He didn’t even look up or comment when Bucky stifled two sneezes when he thought Steve was too bent over his oatmeal to see them, one totally silent and the other a tiny “mmp!” followed by quiet covert sniffling. Steve rolled his eyes. He knew he always insisted on the I’m-fine stoic thing long after he was obviously sick, but it was ridiculous, seeing it from the other end. And there was no irony there for him to reflect on at all, thank you.

 —————— a few hours later——————

 BUCKY

 —Getting called out. But it’s just local, some minor monster thing by the Bowery, shouldn’t make me late. Call you after. Love you.

             Steve scowled, automatically typing back BE SAFE. Love you too before looking out the windows at the cold rain that had started falling and scowling even deeper. Bucky had walked him to campus that morning, blamed his sniffles on the cold air, and then gotten taken surprise by a few slightly stronger and wetter doubles of “heh—ESHhoo! hetCHiew!” until he’d finally admitted as they were parting, “Ok, maybe a couple germs got by me this one time, but it still doesn’t even count, Stevie, I’m not actually sick, just a little suh—snee—hi-hitchoo—sneezy. Humph.” He harrumphed in response to Steve’s pointedly skeptical look. But he didn’t give Bucky a hard time: his day was just supposed to be a few hours of meetings in Stark Tower. And besides, he was being adorable, shrugging it off and playing tough while sniffling and rubbing his twitchy nose as it turned pink. Steve had been gone on Bucky before this, but geez.

           Now he was going out into the rain to get exhausted and possibly injured, while Steve sat in a heated classroom painting a still life. He steeled himself. This was just part of dating someone like Bucky, and it was hard, but he wasn’t gonna let it get to him. They’d been through this many times before. Steve refocused on his work with grim determination, ignoring the images his mind was playing of Bucky fighting monsters in the cold instead of being bundled in blankets eating soup.

           Still, when his phone rang two and a half hours later during his break before his last class of the day, a tightly-clenched feeling in Steve’s torso tightened, and then loosened when he heard his boyfriend’s voice.

           “Hey, Stevie.”

           “Baby. Is it done? You okay, you hurt at all?”

           “I’m fine. It really was nothing. Nobody’s hurt.” His voice sounded rough and exhausted, though. “But—huhh…” the line crackled as his breath hitched, and then released with a heavy sniff, “snfff. I thingk I’mb ready to admit that I —huh! huhESCHooo! Ugh. Caught your cold.”

           Steve winced. Even over the phone, that sneeze sounded so wet and heavy. Bucky’s sneezes were usually light and easily shaken off, but these sounded like the kind of sick sneezes that just took it out of you every time. “Aw, Buck,” he sighed sympathetically. “you do sound sick. Are you gonna be able to get home soon?”

           “SnFF. Yeah, just have debrief, should just be… an hour or two….” His voice turned wavery and urgent, “huh-hang on—hhrrUSCHooo! huh…HEH…HEH-ESSHOooo…uuuugh. Snffff. Sorry. Feel like I’m getting worse…huh-uhh…every…second—HEH-EKSSHOooo! Snfff. Oh mby god.”

           “Babyy…” Steve was cooing. He didn’t care. “Find some tissues so you can get through your meeting, and then get home. I’ll take a cab, so don’t worry about me. When I get there I’m gonna take care of you just like you took care of me.”

           “It’s not that bad, Steve, just mby ndose…” But Bucky sighed, and sniffed, and coughed, and sounded ready to give in to being fussed over. “But. Snff. Okay. That sounds really ndice.”

#snzfic #shrinkyclinks #stucky #cute sick bucky #wow writing is harder than just daydreaming #no fair

[filmgretas]

#this scene is so cute #captain america #captain america: the first avenger #captain america: tfa #catfa #steve rogers #pre serum steve #smol beam steve #doctor erskine #dr erskine #marvel #mcu #header #layout #marvel header #marvel layout #mcu header #mcu layout #mcu layouts #marvel layouts

[professional-benaddict]

Mafia Daddies Stephen and Tony taking over a smol café for a meeting and Peter is their waiter >:)

ive left jensen babe hanging with this for wEeks but i think i managed to scramble together smth!! and that smth includes Tony being an absolute Whore and having a Danger Kink™️

Mafia bosses and husbands Stephen and Tony, bodyguards Steve and Bucky, waiter Peter, mafia aus, threats and use of violence, manipulation, Tony just being That Bitch and embarrassing his husband

“Why are we here?” Bucky’s tone is as grumpy as ever, and Tony rolls his eyes. The man had practically hissed the words out, putting as much force into it as possible without angering his bosses too much, nor causing a big scene. 

“You know, the Petersons have been causing all sorts of trouble for us. We’re making a plan of action.” Stephen replies, so that Tony does not have to. The aggression in Bucky’s voice rolls off Stephen like water on a duck. He is not bothered at all, which he rarely is. That is what makes him a good boss, not that Tony does not have other qualities that makes him just as good as his husband. They complete one another in that way. And in a way, Bucky and Steve do that as well, in their roles as the second pair in charge, just below Stephen and Tony. 

“No, I mean, why are we here?” Bucky rephrases. If Steve were with him, he would give Tony that infamous look, which signals that he is questioning him. Even with the blonde guard on stand by, and not present with them, Tony feels his presence along with Bucky’s snarky question. 

Out of all the places in the world, the three men are meeting in a café. The place is small, but designed purposely in a way to maximise the space completely. It is almost impressive how much they have fit in here without the space feeling like it is suffocating you. Instead, it feels homey, and it smells like fresh coffee and baked goods. 

It is just after 8 am, so the morning rush is coming to an end as the sun rises higher and its’ rays do not feel as harsh and blinding anymore. Still, Tony is wearing his sunglasses where he is sat next to his husband Stephen. Besides being very stylish and framing his face nicely, the shades serve another purpose. It lets Tony’s scanning and calculating gaze go undetected. And just like he was briefed the day before, the café is does not have any security cameras. In addition, the gang of four have taken up the largest table in the café, and with how intimidating they look in their black clothing, no one will sit down next to them on the surrounding tables. No cameras, no prying gazes nor eavesdropping ears. Perfect. However, they will wait a few more minutes before starting on the agenda of the their meeting. They have not ordered their coffee of choice yet either. 

“Hi! What would you like today? Black, no sugar? Gotcha!” 

The sound of a chirpy voice catches Tony’s attention, and he turns his head a bit, as if to see what Stephen is doing on his phone, but actually his gaze is looking somewhere beyond his husband. He looks towards the counter of the café where an adorable, 20-something boy is stood in a dark brown apron, fixing the coffee machines with the speed and precision of an experienced worker. The warm brown curls on top of his head bounce around his ears and the nape of his neck as he moves. They look silky, freshly washed, and perfect to tug on. The boy perfectly fits the profile Tony got from the briefing. This is him, the cute boy who will be covering the café all by himself until 10 am. The place is all theirs, and Tony smirks to himself before finally looking away as the boy hands the finished coffee to the waiting customer. 

“Because, I want to have a good cup of coffee, and some fun.” Tony tells Bucky to answer his question about why they are at the café and not at base. “Is that too much to ask, Barnes? I know you don’t smile often, but you must at least be able to appreciate a good, hot drink now and then.” 

“I do like to drink.” Bucky replies dryly. 

“I don’t mean that way.” Tony corrects. 

“All right.” Stephen cuts off by rising from his seat. Always the diplomat, Tony thinks. “I’ll go and order. What would you like?” 

Tony and Bucky make their requests in, and watch as Stephen heads to the counter. He returns a few moments later, and once more the group of three fall silent and watch the boy make their coffee behind the counter. There is no one else in the café now, just the way that they planned it all. 

“He’s cute.” Tony comments to Stephen quietly. With the way Stephen is sat sideways next to him, Tony cannot see his husband’s eye roll, but he knows he did it anyway. 

“You just had one yesterday. Keep it together. We’re just here for business, so please… Don’t mess it up.” Stephen replies quietly, and looks over at Tony to show that he is serious. But, Tony makes no promises, and sits back to watch the boy behind the counter again. Thanks to the sunglasses, Tony does not have to politely avert his gaze when the boy heads over with their drinks on a tray. The man is unapologetic with his staring, and if he was a cartoon character, he would be drooling long ago. 

“Here you go! Who’s got the espresso?” 

Tony lifts his hand a bit, and thanks the boy as he sets his drinks down. Stephen and Bucky do the same with their black coffees that the waiter sets in front of them. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name, sweetheart?” Tony asks the boy. 

“Peter! Peter Parker, sir.” The boy replies with a bright smile, tucking the empty tray under one arm. “Been working here for just over two years now, and I love it.” 

“Really? You seem like a natural, that’s for sure.” Tony continues, letting his sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose to peer at Peter from above them. 

“Oh, thanks!” Peter beams, seemingly a bit taken off guard by being complimented by a complete stranger. “Well, I really do hope you enjoy your drinks. If there’s any problems, I’d be happy to re-make it.” 

Next to Tony, Stephen clears his throat after taking a sip of his drink. He shoots his husband a warning look, then adds quietly. 

“Honey…” 

“Oh, I’m sure it is absolutely perfect.” Tony continues without caring at all about Stephen’s warning. Bucky is sat quietly with his drink, since he has no business to interfere with this, not when he is second in charge. 

Flattered once more, Peter laughs a little nervously, but does not shy away from Tony’s eyes. Just when he turns to leave, Tony stops him by pressing his gun against the boy’s hip. Peter halts when he feels the harsh pressure, and looks down at the gun with a mix of horror and confusion. His mouth gapes when he looks at Tony, just a second away from asking what is going on. Tony speaks before he has time to do so. 

“There is one thing… Would you mind switching the sign so it says it’s closed? We’re about to talk some serious business, and we’d hate to be disturbed.” 

“I’m- I’m going to ask you to leave.” Peter states, and the two other men raise their heads at the command. Stephen scans the scene, where Tony and Peter are frozen and looking at one another intensely. It is almost like, Tony is holding the boy at gunpoint, and Stephen sighs audibly when he realises that his husband is doing exactly that. 

“Honey.” Unlike earlier, Stephen’s voice is sharp now. Once more, Tony ignores his husband’s warnings. 

“We haven’t even enjoyed the coffee you made us, sweetheart. I’d hate to let something so good just go down the drain. That would be a shame, don’t you agree?” Tony continues, still looking at Peter through his sunglasses. “So, why don’t you-“ Tony halts mid-sentence and from beside him, Stephen tenses and sits up. 

“Peter… Put it down.” 

The boy has got the sharp blade of a pocket knife up against Tony’s throat, resting just above his trachea, and with the tip pointing at the artery on the side of his neck. The knife is cheap, probably bought somewhere online, but it is quite beautiful still. Both the blade and handle have a multicolour holographic effect, and it looks like the metal and plastic have been dipped in oil. But, aesthetics aside, the knife is still dangerous, at least as long as it is pressed against one’s neck. 

“I’m not doing anything.” Peter stresses through gritted teeth, and challenges Tony’s gaze by looking at him even more intensely. The older man can see that he has tucked away his fear somewhere, because all he can see in his brown eyes now is rage. And incredible beauty. 

“Well, whatever it is that you are, or aren’t doing, you look stunning while doing it.” Tony drawls with a purr, shooting Peter his best and cockiest smirk. The boy looks amused, but only for a split second before adding more pressure to his blade. 

Based on the briefing of this café, Tony would never have thought it would end up like this. The chirpy and bouncy personality is just a facade. The little bastard has been armed this whole time. Tony takes it as a compliment that he was the only that brought out the self-defence response in the waiter boy. But, as fun as this is, it is still a bit humiliating to be put on the spot in front of his second in-command, Bucky. The guard might just be plotting a coup right in this moment, considering just how weak Tony is being now. Time to turn that around. 

“Okay, sweetheart, how about we make a deal?” Tony offers, but suddenly averts his gaze to the door. Another customer has entered, and both he and Peter hide their weapons. 

For a second, Peter hesitates with heading back to the counter. It is like he is asking Tony permission to leave, or rather daring him to stop him from doing his job. Accepting defeat, for now, Tony nods towards the counter, and Peter heads off without a word. 

“You, fucking idiot!” Stephen hisses to Tony, just quiet enough for the other customer to not hear. 

“Quite an eventful morning, huh? Perhaps I underestimated this place.” Bucky muses with a chuckle and sips at his coffee. “We should definitely come back. And this coffee is quite good, actually.”

“Shut it. He’s coming back.” Stephen points out in a hushed whisper. 

It seems like the customer sensed an uncomfortable atmosphere and left before Peter could ask if they wanted anything. For a second it looks like the waiter is leaving as well, but he just heads to flip the card saying ‘open’ to ‘closed’ instead. Still, Tony takes note on how the boy does not lock the door. If he had a nose like an apex predator, he could probably catch the scent of fear from the boy. 

“You’re scaring away my costumers.” Peter states bravely, crossing his arms as he stops by Tony and his gang’s table. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Tony coos condescendingly. “Do you need some extra tip to make up for it? I must say, your coffee was excellent, but-“

“Ten.”

“Ten dollars?”

“Ten thousand.”

Stephen sputters over his coffee. 

“What do you-“ 

“For all the trouble you’ve caused, and for me being quiet about everything. And don’t pretend like you don’t have that kind of money, because you do. So, give me it, and then get out of here.” 

Tony chuckles once, then he laughs merrily, but Peter does not falter. 

“With what? You can’t threaten me, sweetheart. You’ve got nothing, so we can just walk out of here. And I think we will do just that.” Tony says and claps his hands together to signal that this conversation is over. He rises along with his husband and guard, but suddenly the man stumbles back into his chair. The waiter just tripped him? “What the fuck-“

“Sure, walk out.” Peter starts with a smile, but his face quickly drops into a death stare. “And I will turn over the video I recorded on my phone of you threatening me to the police.”

“You-“

“I started recording as soon as you came in. I knew you guys were trouble, and look? I was right. So, ten thousand. Now.”

“You, little shit…” Tony says through gritted teeth, but a hint of a smirk still lingers on his lips as he gazes at Peter in front of him. 

How did he get so lucky?

“Steph, darling, could you write the waiter a cheque? And add my number on the back of it.”

“I won’t call you.” Peter deadpans. 

“Oh, I think you will.” Tony chuckles, then adds in a lower, and much more sinister tone. “I’m not done with you, and you’re not done with me.”

If Tony could not smell the fear on Peter before, he definitely does it now. And he loves it. 

#my prompts #jensen babe #mafia!tony #starker #ironspider #starkerstrange #ironstrange #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker #stephen strange #james bucky barnes #ask

[lilyfarseer]

A thought.

Okay. But can you imagine tiny!Steve being a bounty hunter too, and he meets Sam during the process of officially registering, and Sam's all like "This punk is going to get himself killed" because Sam has been in the business a while, and Steve is just so goddamn tiny. So Sam and he team up, and start taking on more and more hunts because smol!Steve can fit so many more places Sam just can't when it comes to infiltration, that as long as Steve has his inhaler and a mask on, Steve can get just about anywhere. 

Then one day, they get the call out for a large bounty. There are lots of other hunters going in already, but Sam and Steve sit back and watch them get decimated, noting all the very creative ways that this Asset is ripping through these men, and collecting as much information as they can. After two years of watching the reoccurring bounty that climbs higher and higher, they decide they want to take an unofficial crack at it. So they pick up the bounty puck, go for broke, and pull out all their research. The first thing they want to do is cover the ground already covered, because you never know when an already compromised base might be reactivated. Sure enough, the first place they hit, the one they think is least likely to be reactivated, is the one with the signs that someone has been there recently. Smol!Steve goes in, and roots around stealthily, and the Asset is actually hiding in the warehouse, on a beam on the roof, watching them methodically tear the place apart. It's the size of the smaller man that gets him to not just end them right then and there.

Steve and Sam agree there isn't anything important other than now the warehouse is compromised, and leave, going back to their motel where they lay out their plans, leaving behind an aggrieved Asset who just wanted 10 minutes of fucking REST. The two follow the Asset's known exploits as he goes razing down his former keeper's bases, always a few steps behind on purpose, knocking out hidey holes in the process. The Asset goes into deep hiding, and Steve and Sam move on to other bounties. Then, one day, he pops up, AT one of their hunts, angrily demanding they cease their current hunt on a particular red-head. Or rather, Sam is currently getting the run around by Nat, who is absolutely teasing the crap out of him, while Steve is trying to not beat his head against a wall when the Asset just appears next to him.

Steve and the Asset have a hissing match that includes Steve throwing his hands in the air as if in submission, the Asset deciding he doesn't believe a moment of what Steve is trying to sell him ("The Brooklyn Bridge doesn't belong to you Steve, it belongs to the state of New York." "Wha- Who said I was trying to sell you a bridge?!?") and then the Asset going "You know what? You're coming with me." Abduction. Steve screaming over the coms to Sam he's compromised. Nat taking out Sam and grabbing the coms and saying, "Hand me over to the Asset". Steve shoving the earpiece in Bucky's Ear. Bucky and Nat deciding to team up, because fuck their former employers. But they gotta take care of the bounty hunters first.

So, in Russian, as they're talking, Steve and Sam, both bound, start to wake up. Nat and Bucky are all like "Yeah. He's cute. Thinking I might keep this one." after talking about how Steve and Sam tracked both of them down and methodically started to box them in. It gives them both mental boners. So they make the offer to team up with Steve and Sam, the four of them able to take on bigger bounties, other than their own of course. Steve and Sam, not sure what the hell just happen, just say yes. But Steve is Captaining this crew, don't get any ideas.

The first few are rough, as they try to figure out how to fit together. Nat and Bucky talk to each other a lot in Russian, prompting Sam and Steve to have to learn a little as they go in secret, only for them to swap to Romanian, because they're little shits like that. But over time, they grease the wheel, get along, and then The Asset's original 'owners' decide to up the bounty AGAIN because no one has spotted him taking down bases and they know he's not dead so they're getting worried and suddenly Steve and Sam go from being bounty hunters to the protection detail, and decide the only way to stop this is to blow everything up, like Bucky was doing before.

And damn Bucky if watching Steve competently take out people with a rifle from nearly a mile away doesn't just give him a boner big enough to be uncomfortable, and damn him too if watching Steve and Nat spar, then watching Steve apply those techniques of his short size to men much taller then him doesn't get his blood RUNNING.

@kalee60 You created this Monster. I’ll have you know. 

#stucky #headcanon #DMs killed me #what is wrong with me #shrunkyclunks #bounty hunter au #i should not be allowed to write

[valkyriesryde]

Hella Feelings {4/?}

Chapter 4: Loving Someone ~ The 1975

Pairings: Bucky x OC; Sam x OC

A/N: Chapter four with @stuckonjbbarnes​ please enjoy and tell your friends 

Warnings: language, awkward encounters, a little bit of flirting ;)

Word Count: 2496

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist

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The next morning, the girls plan to leave the apartment together. Holly has some work to do at the library, finally having a morning off, so she walks with Vanessa. Hopping into the elevator, it stops only a few floors below theirs. They step to the back to make room, falling silent when Sam and Bucky walk in.

“You literally made us look like idiots Sam.” Bucky groans, not noticing the pair behind him and Sam.

“My guy...I couldn’t think, let alone speak. Not in front of–” A snicker from behind causes Sam to fall silent.

Both girls are snickering because the guys sound like an old married couple. Bucky looks over his shoulder, a little embarrassed to see both girls right behind them and his cheeks go red. That is, until he sees Vanessa smiling at him and a huge smile takes up his face, making his eyes crinkle and his shoulders relax. Sam turns slightly, noticing Holly and shoots her a wink making her cheeks turn a shade similar to Bucky’s.

“HIYA SAMonella.” Nessa greets, breaking the silence.

“God dammit..Nessie.” The whole elevator erupts into laughter.

Sam’s laughter dies down to a chuckle as he’s watching Holly laugh and he starts smiling like a goof at her, “Hi Angel.”

“Hi Cute Butt.”

It takes Bucky a minute to register what she said but then his eyes widen. He’s standing a tad behind Sam and he sort of just looks at Sam’s ass, then back to Holly and mouths “HE’S CUTE BUTT? EW!”

Vanessa watches them carefully, smile faltering. But after a beat she shakes the feeling and smiles bigger. “Hi Buckaroo.”

“OH NO... NOT ME PLEASE.” He groans but he’s still smiling and his eyes light up that Vanessa came up with a new nickname so fast. The elevator doors open and the four filter out.

The girls link arms and turn left, towards the university. The boys head outside and follow behind them, casually.  It isn’t until they’re nearly at the school that Holly looks over her shoulder and yells at them, “Are you guys going to this university?!”

“NAH WE WERE JUST STALKING YOU.” Sam shouts back, causing the girls to pause and look at each other nervously, as the boys approach.

“HE’S JOKING...I swear. Yes, we’re heading to the school.” Bucky recovers smoothly.

The girls fall back into step with the guys, it’s a little awkward and no one really says anything but still, the company is nice. Then they go their separate ways, Sam and Vanessa one way and Bucky another, leaving Holly to walk alone to the library.

“Huh, you don’t take psych do you?” Sam asks, as he and Nessa walk into the lecture hall.

“Sam I swear to– You idiot, yes… and we have a class together.”

“Huh”

“We’ve literally sat next to each other in this class SO many times...you clown.”

”Look I’m not the smartest, okay?”

“Oh shit really?” Nessa asks, pulling out her laptop and earning a nudge.

“Right ANYWAYS, I need you to tell me everything about Holly right now.” Vanessa kind of laughs at Sam’s request but he’s deadly serious.

“Only if you tell me everything about Bucky in return.”

“Nessie, I would give you my first born if it meant you’d set me up with your friend.” Sam grins, giving Vanessa puppy-dog eyes.

“I DON’T WANT HOLLY’S BABY…” She shouts, gaining a look from several classmates.

“At least we can agree that she will indeed be my wife.”

“Or just your super hot baby mama...I don’t make the rules.” Nessa shrugs as the professor makes his way to the podium.

“Now tell me how to woo her.”

“Okay...first of all ‘woo’??...is this the 16th century? JFC you moron. Second of all, keep that sort of shit up and she’ll be putty in your hands..she herself can be a moron sometimes.”

“Ahh yes, a moron, I can work with that, for I too am a moron.” He crosses his arms and Vanessa rolls her eyes, thinking wow, they are perfect for each other.

“Now tell me about Bucky.”

“He’s a simple man.” Sam mutters.

“Is that it?”

“Yea pretty much, he’s also a chicken so keep that in mind.” The professor starts getting everyone’s attention and everyone starts to quieten down as Vanessa whispers to Sam

“You literally ran out the door when you saw Holly.”

“Pffft go away,” he sinks into his seat and cringes at himself.

“Make me, Yosemite Sam.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

“Gross.” Vanessa ignores his quip and focuses on the lecture, feeling very gypped on information about Bucky.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After class, Sam meets Bucky and Steve at the on-campus diner. Steve goes on about his recent idea of joining a Sugar Daddy app like it’s the greatest idea ever.

“Dude..you’re like 30.” Sam stares Steve down.

“And I have my own company, black cards, and too much money.” Steve responds.

“I’m hearing no reasons for joining a site full of gold diggers…” Sam turns to Bucky for help. But instead he berates Sam about being a dumb bitch.

“You can’t just tell strangers that we’re stalking them! Especially not cute ones.”

“It was a joke...and LochNess Monster is not a stranger.”

“Don’t call her that..” Bucky pouts.

“Someone’s jealous that he doesn’t have a nickname for his little girlfriend.”

“She is very smol… actually.” Bucky smiles and then notices Steve is staring at the table, “Steve you look like you’re thinking too hard...”

“What the fuck are you two on about?” He asks, finally looking up. Bucky realises they haven’t caught Steve up and he sits up a bit.

“OH, well man do I have a story for you…” Bucky starts in, with adjustments from Sam, both telling Steve about the girls and the back and forth conversations.

“You’re by far, the worst people at dealing with crushes that I’ve ever known” Steve sighs.

“But you do know us” Sam points out.

Holly and Vanessa walk into the diner with Peter and MJ hot on their toes and sit, unbeknownst to them, behind the boys. They have a perfect view of the guy’s backs, who are talking animatedly to the man across from them.

“So what’s your next move?” Bucky shuffles in his seat and scratches the back of his neck.

“I was thinking about asking Vanessa for her number but I’m not sure...” Holly kicks Vanessa’s leg under the table and she yelps loud enough for the boys to hear as they snap their heads round.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Sam asks, having gained some self confidence from his chat with Vanessa.

“WE StALkeD YOU HERE!” The girls, mimic at the same time and Peter and MJ just start laughing.

Steve turns and looks the group over, silently judging the two girls to be the ones from the story. He’s not quite sure who goes with who because, let’s be real here, they both look like dumbasses to Steve after that outburst. That is, until Sam slides over beside the two girls. One disappears under the booth and crawls out from under the table to go sit at their booth, probably not trying to be squished.

Bucky watches Vanessa climb like the child she is and stifles a laugh when she climbs up from under their booth to sit down beside Steve, setting her books down with a thud.

“Thought I’d give them some space.” She smiles and Bucky kind of just nods, trying not to lose his shit. It’s Steve’s turn to kick him under the table.

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Hey there Stevie Wonder, I’m Vanessa.” She takes his hand shaking it firmly before he excuses himself and leaves.

Sam is determined to make up for being a dumbbitch in every other interaction he’s had with Holly and sits down at their table with a “We have to stop meeting like this.”

Bucky and Vanessa just start cracking up while Peter and Mj mumble out a “We think we’ll take our food to go” and quickly escape the awkward.

Bucky starts apologizing to Vanessa about Sam and she’s like “Its okay, she likes it.”

“What do you like?” He asks quietly.

“YOU.” Nessa realizes she just said that out loud and gets super flushed, staring down at the table.

Bucky has no idea what to say to that. Because like fuck..he also likes her. He pulls the top book from her stack, noticing it’s on serial killers from the 19th century. He’s smiles, looking up at her.

“Oh, are you doing criminal justice too? This book is great. I used it for a midterm paper, my first year.”

“Ooh, what case did you use?” Vanessa asks, not ready to admit that serial killers just fascinate her and that she’s not a CJ student.

“I looked at H.H. Holmes, you know, America’s first serial killer.”

“No way! He’s my favorite!” Her eyes light up and she seems to realize how that sounds but Bucky can’t help smiling at her passion.

“I mean..not that I love serial killers or anything but...he was the first. My god. Did you hear about the Holmes-Ripper theory?” Vanessa is grateful he ignored her outburst and goes into depth about her favorite killer theories.

It’s Bucky’s turn to blush because holy shit she’s talking to him and she looks so interested, even when he rambles about one of his favourite cases that he’s working on for a mock trial. Meanwhile Holly laughs at Sam over her drink.

“We do” and he giggles a little but stops himself because fuck did he just giggle???

He starts picking at the sugar packets and then turns his head to her, “do you know the history of sugar?” he asks while holding up a sugar packet.

Holly shakes her head and rests her chin in her hand and elbow on the table “please tell me, I’m a sucker for history.”

Sam beams at her, he shifts in his seat holds up the packets. “Well! You’ll never believe this but it was actually first produced from sugarcane plants in northern India just after the first century CE.”

“Please tell me more.” Sam stumbles a little, he’s never gotten this far but she seems so interested.

“It then made its way to the medieval Islamic world and was further improved and developed there...andddd that’s all I know.” He grimaces, “truth be told, no one has ever stayed around to listen this far.”

“That’s a shame, I’d love to know more. Maybe some other time?” Sam bites back a smile and nods.

“I’ll come with cited notes and everything” he winks.

“Oh a man who can research, I like that” Holly bites her lip as Sam throws an arm over the back of the booth behind her.

“There’s lots of things you’d like about me.”

“Is that right,” Holly raises her eyebrows and Sam drops the sugar packet he’d been fidgeting with and opens and closes his mouth several times.

“I mean...maybe...I hope so…” he fumbles, quickly losing the confidence he’d gained from before, he wasn’t prepared for her to flirt back.

“I hope so too.”

“Are students allowed to come to mock trials, if they’re not in the class?” Vanessa asks, dipping a fry into the shake they’d been sharing.

“I think so...why? I-is that something you’d want to do?”

“Excuse me, watching you defend a serial killer?...I’d be STUPID not to go.”

Bucky can’t even comprehend why she’d want to sit through a boring mock trial but more power to her. “But you know the outcome already...it’s Manson.”

“Okay but first, Manson wasn’t a serial killer... he was a cult leader. And also...isn’t the point to try and get them to change the sentence?” Bucky just watches her, not quite believing he could meet someone so cool.

“Here, give me your phone,” Vanessa orders and he slides it over, unlocking it.

“Annnd THERE. You have to text me when you go to mock-trial.” Bucky gingerly takes his phone back, almost positive his face is going to burn off.

“I SWEAR IF YOU HOLD OUT ON ME...I’m never gonna talk to you again.” She warns.

“I would never.” He smiles and Vanessa thinks she might swoon then and there.

Sam overhears Bucky getting Vanessa’s numbers and decides he’s not going to let Bucky beat him, not that it’s a competition but he won’t have Bucky bragging all night.

“Maybe I uh... maybe I could get your number? That way when I finish my extensive research on the history of sugar I can let you know?” Holly giggles like a schoolgirl and hands Sam her phone, he puts his number in, adds a smiley face after his name and gives it back.

“Hey, why did Bucky say you called me a sex doll?” Holly’s eyes go wide and she stands from her seat and starts quickly gathering up her bag

“OH THAT-THAT’S NOT-NOPE NOTHING NEVERMIND THAT! VANESSA WE’RE GOING!” Vanessa breaks her stare with Bucky, looking back at Holly like WTF.

“Oh uh okay. Bye Bucket...Don’t forget to text me.” Vanessa smiles, sliding out of the booth and throws some money down, linking arms with Holly who is all but dragging Vanessa out of the cafe.

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“UM WHAT WAS THAT?? WE WERE HAVING A MOMENT!” Vanessa whines, as they walk away.

“Yes..staring into eachothers eyes over a melted shake...is a moment, V.” Holly giggles. “I can’t fucking believe Bucky told him about that”

“Told him what?”

“SO you gave Bucky your number?!”

“DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT. What’d Bucky tell him?” Holly kind of sways a little throws her hands about trying to think of the right words.

“You remember when I said he called you a cat? Yea well I may have...perhaps...then claimed that Sam was his sex doll…”

“HOLLY what the fuck...You can’t just call people sex dolls!” Vanessa yells, catching a few looks from passersby.

”It was a JOKE! But fine whatever.”

“You’re an idiot.” Vanessa’s laughter suddenly bubbles up. “WOW, so glad I’m not you right now.”

They end up back at the apartment and are waiting for the elevator, Holly leans her head against the wall and pouts a little, “He must think I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.” Sam’s voice comes from behind her.

“HOLY SHIT!” Vanessa yells, turning to the two guys. “You scared the hell out of me, Screech.”

Holly doesn’t look up and mumbles against the wall “It’s like I can still hear his voice.”

“Screech??” Bucky asks, extremely confused.

“...like Saved By the Bell.” Sam supplies, “Sorry...long legs. We travel fast.”

Holly looks up after hearing all three of them and can’t help but wish the world would open up and swallow her.

“Going up?” Vanessa jokes, as the elevator doors ding open.

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If You Love Me (Carol Danvers x fem! reader)

Summary: Carol’s aging process was slowed when she was exposed to the tesseract’s energy. She met you and started dating, but after a turn of events, dawned on her that you were only human, you were going to age and die faster than her.

Word Count: 1294

Genre: angst, but fluff in the end :)

Warning(s): Spoiler-ish (mostly for Captain Marvel’s post credit scene)

Also, I don’t know shit about medical procedures, so correct me if I’m wrong.

The first time Carol met you, you were with the other avengers, trying to find out who Fury called with his pager. Everything seemed like a dead end.  The pager seemed to emit a beeping sound. Until finally, the beeping ended. You leaned forward, studying whatever it is to see if you’ve missed something. It doesn’t look like you’ve had.

“This is a nightmare,” Steve sighed. This might seem like the end of the line, but Steve wasn’t going to give up so easily. Natasha tilted her head slightly, “I’ve had better nightmares.”

“Hey,” Rhodey greeted, entering the room, “So that thing just… stopped doing whatever the hell it’s doing.”

The tension heightened in the room. “Hey, doc.” Natasha called Bruce to join them. What’s left of the avengers gathered around the pager.  

“Whatever signal it’s sending has been cut off,” Bruce said. Bruce looked tired, as did the rest of the team.

“I thought we bypassed the battery,” Steve asked. Rhodey nodded his head, “We did. It’s still plugged, it’s just- it stopped.”

“Reboot and start the signal again,” Steve demanded. You looked at Steve and said, “We don’t even know what this is.”

“But Fury did,” Natasha mentioned, “Tell me as soon as you get a signal, I want to know who’s at the end of that thing.”

You sighed and turned around. You almost yelped in surprise. A blonde woman in a red, gold, and blue suit looked at you sternly, “Where’s Fury?”

That was two years ago.

After finally restoring the souls lost during Thanos’ snap, Carol decided to stay on earth and join the Avengers. The main reason she wanted to stay was so she could protect her home planet. But she had also found love. She found that love in you.

A week after the Avengers and Guardians undid the effects of Thanos’ snap, Carol had asked you out. You agreed without a doubt, and had the best day of your life. It wasn’t a fancy dinner, no. The two of you bought lunch from your favorite food truck. You went for a stroll in Central Park, and when Carol saw the Central Park Zoo , she practically beamed with excitement and tugged your sleeve towards the zoo.

You also had spent the day trying to teach her modern earth technology, like smartphones. Carol hadn’t returned to earth in almost 25 years, and you found it adorable when she was stubbornly focused on a gadget, and insisted that she can figure the smartphone out all on her own.

One date lead to another, and another. On your third date, you mustered up the courage to kiss her, standing on your tip toes. Carol tensed up, not knowing how to react. You reluctantly pulled away, unsure if it was too early.

“I’m sorry, I-” you started to apologize, but Carol just smiled and caressed your cheek lovingly, leaning down, she kissed you, softly as if you were glass. You smiled into the kiss, hoping that this moment would last forever.

That was more than a year ago.

Carol just moved in your apartment three months ago, and she seemed very happy.

A month after she moved in, something happened.

You were watching Star Wars on the couch, huddled against Carol. “Honestly? The best thing about this movie is BB-8,” She quipped. You were about to counter her argument that the best part of the movie was Chewie, but suddenly, your brain encountered a severe headache. It came out of nowhere, “My head hurts like hell.” Your vision became blurry. “(Y/n)?” you barely heard her shout. “(Y/n)!” she shouted frantically. You tried to open your mouth to answer, but you failed.

The last thing you saw was Carol and her muffled panic, trying to get you up.

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Carol rushed you to the medical bay in the Avengers HQ. She called for Stephen Strange, and the doctor arrived as fast as he could. “What happened?” he asked. Carol held your hand tighter, “She said she had a severe headache, and the next thing I know, she fainted,” Carol explained as best as she could calmly, but her voice wavered.

“Alright,” Stephen took a deep breath, like he knew what he was dealing with already. “Page doctor Cho,” he said to a nurse, “and prepare (Y/n) for a CT scan.”

All Carol could do was wait. She felt helpless. You have been diagnosed with brain aneurysm, and you were currently unconscious on the operating table, Strange and Cho leading the procedure. All these hours reminded Carol that you wre mortal. Even after this surgery, you would still age faster than Carol.  She would one day had to live an a world without you, and she couldn’t bare the thought of it.

A few hours later, Strange told her that the procedure was a success.

Relieved, she followed Strange into (Y/n)’s room, looking like she was peacefully asleep.

Four hours later, you regained consciousness. “Carol,” You said with a raspy voice. Carol jumped from her seat. “You’re awake,” she said, feeling like the weight on her shoulders just lifted.

Three days later, you were discharged. You were healing very fast, thanks to Wakandan healing technology.

Arriving at your shared apartment, you dived face first into your shared bed, “It’s so fluffy!” you exclaimed, and the only thing you got was a slight, half-hearted smile from Carol.

You tilted your head, “Is everything okay?”

Carol snapped out of her daze and nodded. Something felt off. Carol ignored you and changed to her sleeping clothes and climbed on to the bed. She turned her back on you, and fell asleep without a word.

A week passed between the two of you, living in the same apartment, but barely speaking.

One night, you couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

You were watching TV mindlessly, while Carol just stepped out of the shower.

Carol, now dressed in her favorite Nine Inch Nails shirtz, grabbed her coat from the coat rack. As she was turning the handle, you said, “Where are you going?” you asked. Carol turned to you. Outside she looked emotionless, but you could tell she was sad, by the way her eyebrows furrows.

“A walk,” she answered. You sighed, “Can I come?” you asked.

“Why?” Carol said, looking down. “Why?” you echoed in disbelief, “Because we need to talk!”

It was killing her to be distant from you, but it also killed her to stay with you, knowing you would not stay forever, that you were temporary.

Ignoring you, she twisted the handle.

“Please don’t walk out that door,” you begged, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Carol said, looking down. You got up the couch and took both her hands gently in yours, “Carol,” you started, “We promised not to keep secrets from each other, right?”

She nodded.

“Then tell me,” you urged.

“When you were on the operating table, I was so paranoid of losing you,” she explained, “I realized, that one day, you were going to age and die, and I can’t do anything about it.”

“Then why are you so distant?”

“ I almost lost you. I couldn’t look at you without thinking of a world without you,” she explained, her breath shallow.

“If you love me,” you breathed, “You would treasure what’s left of my time,” you smiled ever so slightly, squeezing her hands.

Carol’s lips met yours, a soft kiss, similar to the first kiss you shared. She pulled away, “I do love you, (Y/n),” her voice cracked, “But I can’t bear the fact that one day, you won’t be here.”

“I’ll always be here,” you said, pointing to the center of her chest. Carol smiled, kissing your forehead,

“If you love me,” you said, “You would make life worth living, no matter how short my time is…”

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[thebestdefenderofearth]

AVENGERS: ENDGAME  SPOILER WARNING

“Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same.” 

Our destiny is here, Y'all and I did not ask for this! 

How dare they start with Tony recording his death scene? Seriously let's talk about that dialogue for a minute. 

“Hey, Miss Potts.” This part doesn’t sound like it’s part of the same sentence as the rest of the message. Still, my heart breaks at how he calls her “Miss Potts” when it could’ve been Mrs. 

“If you find this recording... don’t feel bad about this. Part of the journey is the end.” God, we know Tony is always ready to die, but him accepting it and saying it to Pepper when he doesn’t even know if she’s alive... this is cruel. On top of that, he still wants her to not feel bad about any of this. Yeah, I’m not okay. 

“Just for the record, being adrift in space with zero promise of rescue is more fun than it sounds.” Typical Tony, trying to deal with his pain the only way he knows how by telling jokes. Also, hint hint rescue + Pepper. What if Pepper gets this message and suits up as Rescue.

“Food and water ran out four days ago. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning... that’d be it.” Again, he’s come to terms with his death. I can’t deal with this. 

“When I drift off, I will dream about you. It’s always you.” This calls back to every single time he’s been on the brink of death and his last thoughts are always with Pepper. Also, “I have to protect the one thing that matters. That’s you.” I’m not okay. I am not okay. This cruel, MARVEL. 

The Marvel Studios logo dusting off was uncalled for. How dare you?!

Thano really out here living his best life, not caring that he just f*cked over everyone in the galaxy and basically left everyone depressed af. I hate this grape. 

So, glad everyone’s back in the Avengers HQ. Hopefully, Pepper and Rhodey are there with them. I really want them to be. 

“Thanos did exactly what he said he was going to do. He wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.” Natasha looks so distraught when says this, it breaks my heart. 

Steve CRYING!!!! Look, I know I said wanted to see Steve vulnerable but god damn that shit hurt. Like, stop hurting my babies, Marvel, STOP. 

Bruce looks so sad and stressed out. He’s obviously been in the lab a lot, probably going over who can help them and how to unf*ck this mess. Let’s talk about the details here for a sec:

Scott Lang: missing. This probably means that Scott was in the quantum realm for some time. 

Peter Parker: missing. So, I have no idea if reports say that Spider-man was also beamed up when Tony was. But, if that’s not the case then Aunt May probably showed up at the Avengers Tower asking about Peter :(. Or if it is the case then they assume that Peter and Tony are just both gone. 

Shuri: missing. WHAT?! EXCUSE ME?! Marvel is going to take away our Princess?! How are they going to drop that bombshell in the trailer??? HOW DISRESPECTFUL. I’M SORRY BUT WHAT??? Now I have to be further emotionally scarred thinking about Okoye and Ramonda finding Shuri. Marvel just doesn’t care about our feelings anymore. 

Okay, Steve’s next dialogue KILLS me.

“We lost. All of us.” Pans to a shot of Thor. My poor pirate angel baby is all upset. Probably suffering a ton of survivors guilt and blaming himself. I WON’T HAVE THIS. 

“We lost friends.” Pans to Nebula on the Milano looking super distraught. Cuts to her gently stroking someone’s shoulder, most likely Tony’s. This is where Marvel needs to cut it. They cannot have Tony die in space. They cannot have this man suffer through his worst f*cking nightmare. How goddamn disrespectful are they? I won’t stand for this cruelty. 

“We lost family.” Cuts to Clint with swords over a bunch of dead bodies. An implication that Clint lost all of his family and that is not OK.  

“We lost a part of ourselves.” Clint removes his Ronin mask and turns to face Nat. Obviously, Clint lost a part of himself and became Ronin. He’s like Sorry Hawkeye can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Because he’s dead. 

“This is the fight of our lives.” Steve and Nat in the Quinjet(?). Steve looking down at his Peggy picture. Now, I think they’re trying to draw a parallel to The First Avenger. Before Steve takes the plunge and ‘ends’ his life, he looks at a picture of Peggy. It could be the same sacrificial tone. OR it could mean that Steve is traveling back in time and is going to see Peggy one more time and he’s preparing himself mentally. 

Now, the next part is the final nail on my coffin 

Nat: “this is going to work, Steve.” 

Steve: “I know it is. Cause I don’t know what I’m going to do if it doesn’t” 

Can I just say that I LOVE this Steve Rogers and this attitude? But, at the same time, this makes me super nervous. The background has a heartbeat pumping rhythm to it. Now, this is potentially done to dramatize the scene and make it seem as if Steve and Nat are about to risk it all. This is the high stakes game and this is the last hope. Which SCARES the shit out of me. 

Next, we see the Avengers logo being assembled from dust and rocks. Which could be a hopeful sign! Could be foreshadowing the snap reversal! But, of course, at what cost? 

And then we see it, the title... ENDGAME! The one that both Tony Stark and Stephen Strange predicted. My heart cannot take it! I’M SCARED. 

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. OUR SMOL BEAN, OUR HERO, SCOTT LANG IS HERE. I almost cried of mixed happiness and sadness when I saw him. Few points here. 

Scott is dressed normally... he’s not wearing the Ant-man suit that we last saw him in. Which means that he probably had some time to go home and maybe figure out what happened? OR this is Scott from the future? I’m very confused on how Scott shows up there and how he got out of the Quantum realm, but I’m glad the world’s greatest grandma is back. 

He came in the van! The same van that has the miniaturized Quantum portal thingy. So, this could be the key to time travel if that’s what they’re going to do. Remember at the end of Ant-Man and the Wasp, Janet warns Scott about “time-vortexes.” Scott could be the key! 

Natasha is wearing the same clothes we see her in earlier when she's done the whole “Thano did exactly what he said he was going to do” speech. Which means that this could be very early on in the film. Which means Scott comes in very early on and plays a bigger role! 

I think Steve might be wearing the same clothes as when we see him crying? It’s hard to tell because he was wearing a leather jacket when he cries and now he’s only in a black long sleeve (that looks so good), but yeah. Just again confirming that Scott comes early on. 

I know Scott sounds a little cheery, but he also appears kind of in distress and a little nervous. At the end when he says “can you buzz me in?” He looks kinda jittery and anxious. SO, it makes me wonder what might have happened the rest of his family.

Anyway, this trailer was disrespectful and made me depressed again. Marvel needs to stop hurting all of my babies. They better fix this mess. 

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[bvckys-doll]

I miss her [Part 10/...]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Words: 1652 Warning: none. Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

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It took some time for Bucky to settle in the New Avengers Facility but Steve and [Y/N] were of great assistance to the former Winter Soldier. Sam ignored him most of the time but others like Vision or Wanda were really welcoming and always tried to start a conversation with him which Bucky really appreciated. The reason was simple: He was happy to be treated like a normal person and not like a ticking time bomb.

But still it was a big risk for him to walk around outside without a cap or some sunglasses even if the sun wasn't shinning.

''It's time for a make over'' [Y/N] grinned excited while Bucky sat next to her with a bowl of cereals in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the newspapers when he nodded his approval without really listening to her. Of course she noticed his inattention and continued her one sided conversation with him ''And Sam asked me out, last night. I think it's a good idea since you're not even paying attention to me. What do you think about it, Buckaroo?''

''Sounds good, darling. You're right'' Bucky mumbled while he narrowed his eyes in suspicion when he came to a part about the last football game. [Y/N] rolled her eyes in annoyance and stood up to place her plate in the sink and washed it. When she was done with the washing-up, Bucky was still concentrated on the article before he finally stood up and gave her a sweet smile when he saw her pout and blinked ''What?''

''You ignored me. I was telling you something. You weren't even listening'' [Y/N] put her hands in the front pocket of Bucky's hoodie which she was wearing as Bucky took his empty bowl and brought it to the sink ''I was listening. You were saying that...you want...to see the next..football match with me?'' Bucky smiled shortly but [Y/N] rolled her eyes again and sat down on the couch, right next to the open kitchen ''I told you, it's time for a make over so maybe you can go outside without wearing some sunglasses and your cap''

''And what would you suggest to do, doll? Give me a new hair colour? I could grow myself a beard so I look like these so called hipster. Who came up with this word? It sounds so...weird'' he laughed when [Y/N] couldn't held back her own laughter and joined in before she suggested ''My suggestion  is to cut your hair to the style you had back in the old days you know...or maybe something modern...but we should cut it even though I love your hair..''

''And you think this changes my appearance so much that no one will recognize me in the street?'' Bucky bit his bottom lip when he sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. [Y/N] shrugged her shoulders and looked at him ''Maybe...but it could help. Besides, everyone needs a make over from time to time''

''But it's a good idea. Thank you, doll'' he kissed her cheek and gave her a fond smile before Bucky pulled [Y/N] to himself and cuddled with her. Smiling, she snuggled into his chest and turned on the television.

On the next day, [Y/N] decided to take Bucky to the next hairdresser she could find. But Tony insisted on his own hairdresser and told her where she could find him. His name was Adam and he was the best in his business. Well, Tony said so.

His salon was in the north of Manhattan and [Y/N] was glad that Tony made an appointment because she could see from afar how many people wanted to go inside and get a new hairstyle, just made by Adam.

''Back in the days no one was so excited to get a haircut'' Bucky parked his car a few yards away from the hair salon before he exited it and opened the door for [Y/N], something he always did because he was an old-fashioned gentleman. Beaming, [Y/N] took his hand and pulled Bucky with her to the salon where many people stood outside and were obviously jealous when they saw how the couple entered the front door.

They were greeted by one of Adam's employees. She stalked over to them, wearing a tight white blouse and gray pencil skirt with black high heels which echoed through the whole salon when she walked. Her blond hair was tied in a high bun ''Good morning. Do you have an appointment?''

''Yes, our friend Tony Stark made one for him'' [Y/N] nodded to Bucky who stood next to her and gave the woman a short smile which she responded in the same way before she guided them to the open holding area ''I'll get you when Adam is ready for you''

And with that, she left the holding area and went back to counter in the front of the salon.

Bucky shifted in his seat and scanned the whole salon while [Y/N] took one of the magazines from the coffee table and browsed through it ''Look, here are some hairstyles. Maybe you want some of-...Bucky?'' [Y/N] raised an eyebrow when his gaze went back to her ''Yeah?''

Chuckling, she gave him the magazine and smiled ''Look through it and then tell me which style you like or find interesting'' [Y/N] kissed him shortly before she took out her phone and went through her instagram feed. James smiled before he did what he was told to do.

Some time later, the lady came back ''Please follow me, Adam is done with his last appointment. It's your turn now''

Sighing, Bucky stood up with [Y/N] and followed the woman to the back of the salon where Adam was waiting for them. The sides of his head were almost completely shaved and were shimmering in gray while the rest of his hair was longer and black and gelled back. He wore a white button up shirt and above it a black vest with black dress pants.

''Ahh you must be James. My name is Adam, I'm Tony's personal hairstylist so you can trust me. He told me you would like to have a new look'' Adam raised an eyebrow and examined Bucky who didn't know what to do or say so [Y/N] helped him and spoke for him ''Well, you know, we are kind of colleagues of Tony and...sometimes you need to disappear but he also wanted a new look''

Now Bucky began to speak and raised the magazine he brought with him from the holding area to show Adam an example ''Maybe something like this here''

''Oh you have a good taste'' Adam smiled before he took the magazine from his hand and looked at the photograph before he put it aside and led him to one of his chairs where Bucky sat down. One of the employees brought another chair over so [Y/N] could sit next to them when a robe was tied around Bucky's neck. [Y/N] noticed how Bucky began to tense up and took his hand into her own ''Don't worry. That's totally normal. He won't hurt you''

''Of course, I won't. How could I harm such a handsome man?'' Adam winked at Bucky through the mirror that was in front of him and [Y/N] chuckled ''See? You're in good hands. But sorry, Adam, he is already taken''

''Pity...'' the hairdresser sighed and ran his hands through Bucky's hair before he took his comb and began to comb Bucky's hair. It didn't take long for him to cut Bucky's hair even if it was a huge overcoming for the former Winter Soldier when Adam came up with the scissors. There was always this hidden agenda that he might kill him with them but with [Y/N] by his side he got through it.

In the end he looked more handsome than before even though [Y/N thought this could never happen. Adam ran his hands through Bucky's short hair now and looked at him through the reflection of the mirror ''And I thought he couldn't look better...well I was so wrong''

''I feel very blessed to be his girlfriend'' [Y/N] beamed and squeezed his hand while Bucky chuckled ''Now you're just exaggerating but I'm blessed to be yours as well, baby doll''

''God, you're so sweet. Please let me be a guest at your wedding if you plan to marry some day'' Adam swooned over both of them which is why the couple began to laugh and [Y/N] nodded ''You'll be our special guest, Adam, I swear. Your work is pure perfection. It's hardly surprising that an appointment with you is so hard to get but fortunately Tony is a really good friend of us''

''Well it was nice to meet you, both of you. James, I hope you're satisfied with the outcome'' Adam shook his hand and gave it a short squeeze as Bucky smiled back at him ''I'm really happy with the outcome. It looks really good. Better than the long hair, it was annoying to put so much effort into it''

[Y/N] laughed and stood up when Adam took the rope off Bucky's neck before Bucky stood up from the chair while Adam mentioned ''Tony already paid for the haircut so there is nothing more to do. And if you, [Y/N], ever want a new hairstyle or just a quick haircut, just come over and I'll be there. This extends to you, James''

He smiled and nodded his agreement ''Of course. Thank you, Adam''

Together the couple bided goodbye, exited the huge hair salon and went back to the car ''Adam is right. I never thought you could look any better but I was definitely wrong''

Chuckling, Bucky opened the door for her ''If you say so'' and gave her a quick kiss before [Y/N] climbed into the car and smiled while Bucky did the same.

Part 11

Tell me what you think ;) the next chapter will be more...darker...

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[itsallavengers]

Hello! Stony HC: tony dressing up in the USO girls outfit for halloween and steve going nuts at that!! He is not the only one as a lotta guys start flirting with tony so steve gets all jealous and drinks thor's asgardian mead. That leads to a drunk-ass steve draping himself over tony and flirting with him in his awkward steve manner and glaring and growling at anyone who tries to approach his smol and cute tony stark. Bonus for the avengers smirking in the background and a blushing tony smiling

Fuck. You just hit at my jealous!Steve and drunk!Steve weakness all at once there, anon.

Because listen… l i s t e n… Steve Rogers is possessive as fuck…and he can usually keep it in check because whoops, Tony isn’t actually his.

But then, y’know…Tony just has to show up in that fucking outfit. And… oh, Jesus Mary and Joseph, he’s got Steve’s tags on; how the hell did Tony even get them.

So yes. Tony Stark. In the USO outfit. Wearing his tags.

(Asgardian Mead is A Thing. A Thing Steve drinks a lot of that night.)

Because everyone is touching Tony, and laughing with Tony and being too near to Tony which is unacceptable because duh, that’s his job.

So he may get every so slightly wasted. And start growling at people who got too near. And then refusing to let go of Tony for the whole night, with a hand around his waist or clutching at his fingers or stroking through that lovely soft hair while the rest of the Avengers pull Knowing Smirks and hand one another various sums of money.

Not that Tony seemed to mind, though. He blushed and beamed for pretty much the whole night through.

(And kept the outfit. For science)

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[valkyriesryde]

Bro bro bro explain to me how Bucky fits with everyone like we have Steve who is the og them Clint AND EVEN THOR like this boy wow I wanna live like that

did you want an in-depth character analysis of what I think about Bucky with each character because that’s what you’re about to get, its a whole ass essay  (disclaimer this is all purely my opinion on the character and how I write him)

Let's start with Bucky and Steve, shall we? So as we know, these two have been friends since childhood. They’ve been through ups and downs and literal death together. They know each other inside and out, both men that pay close attention to detail especially when it comes to the wellbeing of each other. They’re both loyal, kind and constantly putting other people ahead of them. In fact, I can guarantee that on more than one occasion they have had a fight because of it. Like these two have to take turns holding the door open for the other person sorta thing. Bucky’s mere presence is calming to Steve, all Bucky has to do is walk into the room and Steve knows that everything is going to be okay. Because Bucky has and will always protect him no matter what. He’ll always be there for him like he always has been. But that doesn’t mean that Steve stops fighting for Bucky just because he KNOWS that Bucky is always there. Bucky is an insecure man, he’s been through a lot of shit that makes him feel unloved (kind of the opposite of Steve to be honest). So Steve is constantly fighting to show Bucky how much he loves him, making sure he eats, taking him out on spontaneous dates, the whole “I saw this and it made me think of you/thought you would like it” that makes Bucky beam every time. I think that what makes them work so well is that they’re constantly fighting for each other even after everything they’ve been through. And whether you look at it romantically or platonically that’s one of the reasons their relationship is so amazing.

Bucky and Clint...Winterhawk if you please. These fuckers man. Love em. Look it’s no secret that Bucky looked after Steve and Rebecca when they were kids. Especially after Sarah Rogers passed. Bucky is a man that actually enjoys looking after the people he cares about. So when Clint walks into his life, the literal walking disaster that refuses to look after himself because he’s too goddamn busy looking after everyone else...well... you just know Bucky is taking that jug of coffee out of his hand before Nat can and immediately putting a plate of breakfast in front of him. Let's be real here, Steve doesn’t need looking after anymore. And Clint welcomes it. He secretly enjoys it. Because Bucky doesn’t nag like Nat or Kate do. And Clint kind of enjoys seeing Bucky in an apron in the morning cooking him breakfast even if he’s glaring at him until he eats. But Bucky needs to be looked after too and sometimes people forget that. People usually don’t realize that its all often a distraction for Bucky, because as long as the people he cares about are okay then everything is okay. Even if he isn’t. And yes maybe it takes Clint a little bit to notice it but when he notices Bucky getting a little frustrated because his dang phone won’t do the thing but that's just the tip of the iceberg and Bucky is trying really hard to keep it together Clint jumps into action. He always seems to find Bucky just as he’s getting down and won’t leave Bucky’s side until well after he’s feeling better. While Bucky’s tactic for consoling someone is just being there Clint’s is not shutting up. He’ll go on about this and that all the while pushing a glass of water at Bucky to sip on until Bucky is having trouble breathing because he’s laughing instead of holding in a sob. ALL IN ALL Clint and Bucky look after each other, they know when the other needs help and they help each other when the days get too dark to see. There are so many happier reasons why these two are so good but that’s the one that also sticks with me. (again this can be seen platonically or romantically)

Bucky and Thor...alright I know that this is from this post and I don’t know anything else about this pairing but here’s what I THINK would draw Bucky to Thor and it’s going to much short than the other two...Thor big and cuddly, make Bucky feel smol. Honestly, that’s it in my head. Bucky is so used to being the big brother and the protector, but sometimes you just want your cheeks pinched, your hair played with and be the little spoon. Like that’s it. It’s also tbh why he would be so into Clint as well (we’re talking comic Clint the 6′3″ man of muscle and shoulders wider than Captain America’s) like who wouldn’t want to be squished by a big boy like that. Not me. 

In conclusion, Bucky is a chameleon. He knows the kind of person he has to be around certain people and he emphasizes aspects of himself for certain people. I think for both Clint and Steve, the thing that makes them so enticing to Bucky is that he can be completely himself with them you know? Like he doesn’t have to keep up his walls and like it takes some time to bring them down around them but they’re on the other side helping him brick by brick. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK I’M HERE LITERALLY ALWAYS 

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