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aagiijxbls · 5 months

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Has anyone heard the song ‘one of us’ by Creeper and thought… holy shit this is Steve thinking about Bucky?

I'm changing pronouns in the song and swapped velvet for leather.

I'm about to analyze the shit out of this. (Well not really but it's my head cannon for this song)

So get ready for a ramble post with visual aids. If the artists (who have been credited) don't wish to have their art on this post please let me know! I will take them down.

Now, lets get into it.

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-“Boy, when you showed up here there was no blood left to drain”-

‘Bucky?’

Steve's face when he sees Bucky on the bridge.

When Bucky showed up Steve had already bled for all he had lost. Physically and emotionally. He had mourned for his past, for his best friend who was not standing in front of him and he froze. He completely dropped his fighting stance and stood up straight. He had already grieved and metaphorically bled for this man and now here Bucky was, standing in front of him and he didn't know what to do.

-“We were born for dying here like snow under the rain”-

Both of them ‘died’ during World War II.

Bucky falling from the train, thought dead only to have been experimented on and tortured. His own self dying as Hydra took his memories and made him into something so far from himself that he was essentially reborn as someone else.

Steve who selflessly ‘died’ by crashing a plane in order to save everyone else. Only to be woken 70 years in the future to a world he no longer knew. To a world that he thought he had saved, only to find out his sacrifice hadn't changed anything.

-“You know when they find us here, they'll kill us both the same”-

Steve, on the run from SHIELD (Hydra) trying to save his best friend. They were completely willing to kill Steve, and as Bucky started coming back to himself, they were completely willing to kill him too.

Bucky's apartment in Bucharest. Need I elaborate?

(As a side note/theory, this line also fits to them being together in the 40s. Being found out to be gay could very well have gotten them both killed.)

-“So for the final time, put your hand in mine and I'll kiss away the pain”-

Pushing aside the trash writing of Endgame. Head cannon here is that they finally get to rest for a while, together. They finally reached the end of the line. Bucky coming to grips with his past, with the help of Steve.

Steve taking Bucky's hand and leading him out of the darkness.

(art by @ekbe-vile and @queercatcryptid)

-“Born in the shadows, to die in the dust”-

Taking this line literally. Bucky being born in the shadows as the Winter Soldier, somewhat coming out of that pain only to be snapped by Thanos. Literally dying as dust.

-“Not like the others, you're one of us”-

Steve defending Bucky, standing by him through all of it. He's not what everything thinks he is (especially Sam at first). He's one of the good guys. He's one of the Avengers. He is one of them. He is One Of Us.

-“No I don't sleep no more, when I did I dreamed of you”-

It would have been so amazing and heartwrenching to see Steve going through some form insomniac faze after he woke up. Being so torn apart from everything that happened to him, to dream only of seeing Bucky falling. His biggest failure and fear was not being able to grab his hand.

-“Now the devil's at your door and there's a darkness seeping through”-

This is Bucky coming to grips with his own mind. That line in CAWS where he says “I don't know if I'm worth all this Steve.”

The darkness of not feeling worthy of salvation. Of self hatred at what he did, even if he didn't have a choice. Because “I know, but I did it”

Look at that lip twitch... That's a man who doesn't believe what he's being told.

(Art by @mohish-ko)

-“So pretty like a dying flower in your tight leather clothes”-

Relief that Bucky is alive. But it's not quite Bucky is it? Not yet.

It's so Beautiful yet so tragic.

Bucky is alive. But - “he didn't even recognise me”

-“So tragic in the final hour as the sun descends over fields of virgin snow”-

Steve willing to die at the hands of Bucky instead of fighting against him.

Bucky's conflicted face as his mind races, searching to understand this man, this mission, beneath him who is beaten and bloody.

But Bucky's body just won't move.

An awareness is slowly rising in him, melting the ice from his memories. Although he can't make sense of why yet.

I just... omg this song kills me. If y'all haven't heard it I highly recommend checking it out. And if you have any insights or thoughts on this, please feel free to speak up in the comments! Let's discuss!

#stucky #in this essay i will #bucky barnes #steve rogers #wintershield #steve and bucky #Creeper one of us #james bucky buchanan barnes #Songfic

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aagiijxbls · 5 months

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Words from @buvkys

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #wintershield #artwork #marvel #steve and bucky #Idiots #SixthsenseforSteve

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aagiijxbls · 6 months

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words by @headcanonthings

I'm really loving these incorrect quotes lately.

#incorrect marvel quotes #bucky #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon #steve rogers

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aagiijxbls · 6 months

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Words are from @incorrectquotesmcu

I just had to draw it 😂

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #incorrect quotes #falcon #winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier

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aagiijxbls · 6 months

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Fever

Finished art and chapter one.

Feel free to not read the below and just enjoy the comic panels.

No smut in this chapter. Will come later if I can be bothered to finish it.

Bucky was blindsided by one of them hiding behind the door he had kicked in. He didn't catch the movement quick enough and a sharp stinging exploded in his neck.

He twisted and put his hand over his neck as the guy stumbled backwards with an empty syringe in his hand.

Bucky gave him a right hook that had his head smacking into the wall, the man slumped to the ground unconscious.

Bucky got back to his room and Steve was sitting on the couch reading a book. He dropped his bag on the floor and kicked it towards the bedroom before crawling onto the couch. He was exhausted.

He let himself fall so that his head was on Steve's lap. Steve closed the book and put it on the armrest, he looked down at Bucky

"Are you okay?"

Bucky nodded against Steve's thigh, his whole body relaxing against the larger man under his head.

"Just tired"

Steve put one hand through Bucky's hair and the other draped across his shoulder.

"Need anything?"

Bucky relaxed into Steve's touch and breathed in deeply before exhaling his reply

"Just you"

A small smile appeared on Steve's face and he ran his fingers over Bucky's scalp

"I'm not going anywhere"

Steve brushed the hair back from Bucky's forehead and as his hand touched the skin he frowned.

He placed his hand flat against Bucky's forehead and the frown deepened.

"Buck, you have a fever…"

Bucky laughed with a puff of air leaving his nose

"Yeah, okay"

Steve shifted a little, his hand still on Bucky's forehead, he moved his other hand and placed two fingers against his pulse.

"No really Buck, you have a fever. Your pulse is elevated"

That Bucky knew, he could feel it thrumming in his veins but chalked it up to whatever sedative they'd injected him with.

Steve's fingers left Bucky's neck for a moment before they touched his collar and shifted it out of the way. Steve saw the pinprick mark on his neck, his eyebrows knitting together in concern

"Did you get injected with something?"

Bucky waved his hand in a dismissive gesture

"Sedative, probably why I'm so tired."

"No, you're tired because you're sick"

Bucky huffed a sigh, he was too tired to argue. He turned his head and pressed it into the crook of Steve's hip. Steve's hand immediately went to the back of Bucky's head, his fingers scratching lightly against his skull.

The world washed away in that moment, with his head pressed into Steve all light in the room was blocked out and he was swimming in contended darkness.

"Buck"

Steve spoke softly, his voice lowered to a patient and caring timbre. His fingers trailing lightly up and down Bucky's spine while the other carded through his hair.

"We need to know what they injected you with. Will you let me take you to medical?"

Bucky's left arm moved from its position at his side and grabbed the bottom of Steve's shirt, holding it lightly in his fist but pulling down just enough that Steve knew he wasn't about to move anywhere.

"Okay, well we do need to draw some blood. Will you let me call someone up here?"

Bucky took a deep breath and gave a lazy nod. He knew Steve wouldn't drop this until he knew that whatever was running through his veins wasn't life threatening. It was easier to get it over with, but he wasn't willing to move in order to do so.

He thought fleetingly about how childish he was acting, but when Steve spoke the fingers dancing against his spine increased in pressure just a little and Bucky's mind blanked out and he let himself fall into the touches.

"Jarvis, can you send someone to draw bloods please?"

"Of course, Captain"

A light knock came at the door and Bucky came crashing back down into himself. He was suddenly hyper aware of how close he was to Steve. How exposed he felt being seen like this. He was the protector, always had been and he had let himself burden Steve with a cold.

Steve saw Bucky's body stiffen, he could feel the muscles in his jaw clench against his thigh and the fabric of his shirt tightened inside Bucky's fist.

"Hey, it's okay"

Steve pressed a firm hand between his shoulder blades, his thumb moving up and down in a soothing motion

"They will be gone in a few minutes. Do you want me to move?"

Bucky's left hand closed impossibly tighter, pulling the fabric of Steve's shirt closer to his face.

No, he didn't want Steve to move. He took a silent breath and reminded himself that this was okay. Allowing himself to accept comfort was okay.

"Don't leave"

His voice was small, barely audible but Steve heard it and the hand on his back pressed firmly down.

"Jarvis, open the door please"

The latch clicked and Bucky pressed his head further into Steve in an attempt to hide himself.

The man who entered the room was average in every way possible. Brown hair, brown eyes, average height and weight. Steve recognised his face from around the complex but had never interacted with him.

The man approached them and put his kit down on the coffee table, he knelt in front of the couch and unlatched the case. He pulled on gloves and withdrew a syringe.

"Sergeant Barnes, can you please rotate your arm for me?"

Bucky turned his arm outward and the man tied a tourniquet around his bicep, once it was in place Bucky clenched his fist a few times.

The man inserted the syringe, removed the tourniquet and took four vials of blood, he placed them carefully into his case.

He picked up a cotton ball with a piece of tape but stopped and stared at them for a moment, his eyes flicking to Bucky's arm. The blood had almost immediately stopped flowing when he pulled the syringe out, the super soldier probably didn't need a band-aid. His eyes moved to the Captain and he gave a soft smile and a small shake of his head.

"Thank you, I'll take these to the lab."

He left swiftly with a courteous nod.

Bucky pulled his right arm under him, his body turning so he was laying on his side but still pressed tightly against the angle of Steve's hip.

"Do you want to lay here for a bit or should we move to the bed?"

Bucky took a moment to respond.

He was so tired that he didn't want to move but he also wanted a blanket over him.

"Bed"

He rolled onto his back, eyes still closed and Steve leant down placing a kiss against his forehead.

"Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?"

Bucky opened his eyes to see the playful smile dancing across Steve's lips.

"Shut up"

Bucky lifted himself up to a sitting position but when he got upright his head swirled and dizziness darkened his peripheral vision.

He swayed a little and Steve pressed up against him, a hand planted firmly on his back and the other at his waist.

Bucky settled into the touch as his vision cleared

"I'm okay"

He turned himself and started to stand, Steve was moving with him, touching but not assisting and Bucky was grateful for that.

Standing up straight Bucky moved past Steve toward the bedroom. Steve was in step right behind him, his hands firm on his shoulders massaging lightly and it took all of Bucky's strength not to fall back into him. He wanted to feel Steve against his back, wanted him to wrap his arms around his chest and pull him close.

A small shuddered breath passed Bucky's lips and Steve's hands tightened on his shoulders. They passed through the doorway to the bedroom and Bucky was about to let himself collapse onto the mattress but Steve stopped walking and his hands kept Bucky standing in place.

Steve stepped into Bucky's space and pressed himself into his back, his arms snaking down and circling his waist, tugging him gently back into him fully. Bucky hummed a happy sigh as Steve rested his chin on his shoulder, his face slightly turned inward so Bucky could feel his warm breath against his throat as he spoke.

"I'm going to get this gear off of you and then you can sleep, Okay?"

Bucky could only nod, his head lolled back against Steve's shoulder and his eyes drifted closed. With Steve at his back he felt he could fall asleep right there.

Steve pressed a kiss to the side of Bucky's throat and then his arms moved away from his waist. His fingers working deftly over the buckles on his tac vest. He stepped back to remove it but Bucky didn't even have enough time to complain before Steve was pressed back up against him again.

Steve's hands settled on Bucky's hips, the thumb of his right hand slipped under his shirt and gave a soft stroke against his skin before they moved to his belt.

Bucky let more of his weight fall back against Steve's solid frame as he pulled the buckle free, his fingers popping open the button on his pants and pulling the zipper down.

Steve flattened his hands against Bucky's sides and slid his fingers under the waistband of his pants and slid them down his hips, once they got over his thighs they fell just above his knees.

"Sit down on the bed"

Bucky lifted his head from Steve's shoulder, he took a step forward and turned in Steve's arms plonking himself gracelessly down onto the mattress.

He wanted so badly to fall onto his back but Steve bent into his space, his hands went to either side of his neck he placed a couple of light kisses across his face before he knelt on one knee to undo the laces on his boots.

Bucky felt a warmth spread across his cheeks as they flushed pink. He felt self conscious and exposed, the tenderness of Steve's touch caused a twinge of guilt to radiate from his core. He had to remind himself that if Steve didn't want to do this he wouldn't be, stubborn as he was.

But Bucky couldn't help the way his nerves twitched and burned, telling him that he didn't deserve this.

Steve pulled his boots off and placed them under the bed, he lifted his head and Bucky felt his cheeks flush darker. The smile that graced Steve's face was gentle and loving, his eyes soft as he captured Bucky's gaze.

Steve caught the slight panic in Bucky's expression, he dropped the eye contact before Bucky could and pulled his pants off completely.

He stood and turned to the dresser leaving Bucky sitting on the bed in black briefs and a t-shirt.

"Do you want sweats and a hoodie?"

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor

"Just a hoodie"

There was brief pause before he added quietly

"The blue one"

Steve smiled to himself, the blue hoodie in question was his own, one that he'd had for many years. It'd been stretched out and had a couple holes forming from continuous use, but the comfort it brought wouldn't allow him to throw it out.

Steve pulled it from the draw and refrained from tugging it over Bucky's head, he figured dressing him would be pushing it a little too far. He could feel Bucky's anxiety and the last thing he wanted was for him to withdraw back into himself.

He handed Bucky the faded blue fabric and watched as he pulled it over his head, the hood sat lopsided covering a quarter of his face. As he poked his arms through the sleeves Steve couldn't stop the affectionate smile from creeping onto his face.

That hoodie was large on him but on Bucky it was atleast two sizes too big.

And it was ridiculous to think about how small and fragile it made Bucky look, considering this man was quite possibly to deadliest human on Earth.

The fabric absolutely swam on him and it reminded Steve of when all of their clothes never quite fit right.

Bucky wrapped his arms around himself and yawned, his eyes closing as he sucked in a deep breath.

Steve took a few steps forward so he was standing in front of him, he reached his hand out and placed it against Bucky's cheek.

Bucky opened his eyes slowly and met Steve's soft gaze

"Time to sleep"

Bucky lent into Steve's touch as his eyes slipped shut again

"Are you staying?"

His voice was quiet as exhaustion seeped through him and Steve felt a surge of love for him spread throughout his body, he wanted to smother Bucky in his arms and kiss every place he could reach.

"Of course"

Bucky hummed a quiet sound of thanks and turned away from Steve to crawl under the covers. He felt the mattress dip behind him as Steve settled at his back, one arm folding around his waist and the other stretched out under his neck. Steve pulled him close and Bucky curled into the embrace, his hands fisted in the long sleeves of Steve's hoodie.

#stucky comic #stucky fanart #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #wintershield #steve and bucky #fanfic

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aagiijxbls · 6 months

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One Man Death Squad

A friend of mine is obsessed with skull masks, so I made a Bucky/Seb piece in honour of that.

This was built off of AI images. Taking the art back y'all lol

Top left panel is by far my favourite.

Now that I'm posting, I should have made him staring at the sniper.. might have to change that 😅

#bucky barnes #bucky #sebastian stan #art #fanart

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aagiijxbls · 6 months

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Fever - Wip

It probably infuriates people to post 'updates' on something that may never get finished.. but this is my Tumblr.. so deal?

I'm actually starting to write and flesh out this fic. But I've hit a bit of the good 'ol writers block so I started adding to the drawing instead to help get my juices flowing. Only, I think it's been somewhat detrimental... Oh the life of a procrastinating creative truly is hell.

Anywho!

I hope you enjoy this linework and maybe the next installment will be a finished fic and comic.

#stucky #stucky comic #stucky fanart #steve and bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #wintershield #fanart #wip #Potential ao3 fanfic

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aagiijxbls · 6 months

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Two Sides Of The Same Coin

I've been thinking a lot about how Steve and Bucky have so many parallels.

The Helmet and The Muzzle. One left arm used for Defence, the other left arm a Weapon. A man in uniform standing up for the other in civilian clothes. One wanting to go to war, the other being drafted into war. One notebook about what he should enjoy about the world he woke up in. The other about the wrongs he thinks he should make up for in the world he woke up in... Falling from a train, falling from a helicarrier.

It goes on and on and it makes me hurt (good and bad) every time I think about it.

Anyway, enjoy the artwork. I'm not great at shading (still learning how to use free ibis paint) so I thought I'd upload the linework if any of you want to have a colouring page 😅 please link me if you do 🖤

Also side note if you got this far, please link your fav Ao3 stucky fics below. I need some new ones to read.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #artwork #stucky fanart #Stucky #wintershield #marvel #stevebucky #steve and bucky #Marvel robbed us in endgame

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aagiijxbls · 7 months

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I found this comic strip I did a while back and digitised it. I really like panel 3.

Mental health shit sucks man... if you have people that listen and accept it. Cherish them, help them, keep them close.

If you are like me and can't accept or believe that people are there for you. I'm sorry. It's the worst.

Please spew shit in the comments. Yell at someone. Tell the person you can't in-person that you love them. Say you hate what your parents did or did not do. Just let it out. Maybe it can help.

I wish you all the best 🩶

#mental health #Don't wanna be me #why #Sucks to grow up #could be worse #We'll deal

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aagiijxbls · 7 months

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Inktober

I never complete inktober, so I figured I'd just smash out a few prompts as my addition.

Bucky Barnes edition.

It still counts if I used screenshots right? Haha

#inktober #bucky barnes #marvel #art

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aagiijxbls · 7 months

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Hawkguy

a canvas I did a little while back. Some of my fav parts of Matt Fractions Hawkeye. Hands down one of the best comics I've ever read.

Posca paint pens on canvas

#clint barton #matt fraction #david aja #hawkguy #hawkeye #marvel comics

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aagiijxbls · 7 months

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Added to this little comic. Should I have just updated the original post? Probably..

I also even got some words down for it. 👇

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Bucky ducked his head and pivoted on his back foot as bullets whizzed past him. He turned his head and raised his weapon, his hand clenched as pain exploded in his neck. His rifle kicked up, scattering bullets up the wall and into the ceiling.

It fell from his hand and he collapsed next to it.

"Bucky!"

Steve skidded along the ground, snatching a pistol up as he slid. He raised it and shot the gunman in the head. He was up and running within the same motion, the gun forgotten as he ran.

He dropped to his knees next to Bucky and his hand clamped over his neck. Blood pulsed under his hand and seeped sluggishly down his fingers. Steve's eyes were wide as he added more pressure. Bucky's eyes clenched shut and a shout ripped out of his throat, his teeth staining red as he coughed blood onto Steve's arm.

"No no no no Bucky-"

Bucky forced his eyes open, he grimaced against the pain that came like crashing waves with each throb of his pulse.

His eyes wouldn't focus, he blinked slowly through the tears to look at Steve. He felt cold and his body shivered as if to highlight it.

"Steve…"

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay…"

Steve rubbed his thumb across Bucky's cheekbone. Bucky was struggling to breathe and Steve clenched his jaw, biting down against the pitiful moan that wanted to claw its way through his throat.

The corner of Bucky's mouth twitched upwards. A miniscule motion that Steve would have missed if he hadn't been studying the other man's face so closely. It was an attempt at a smile that got smothered by a grimace before the muscles started relaxing. Bucky's eyes glazed over and his eyes slid shut as his body started shutting down.

"C'mon Bucky, open your eyes."

Bucky's head lolled to the side as he passed out

"Please"

Steve pressed his lips to Bucky's forehead, he pulled away and smoothed his hair down

"I can't lose you again Buck, please"

The crack of a gun ringed in his ears and a searing pain slammed into his shoulder, he grunted as the impact pushed him forward a little.

He tensed for a second bullet but felt someone grip the collar of his uniform instead. Steve swung the elbow of his free arm but it didn't connect with anything. He went to turn his head but his uniform was yanked up harshly and before he could see who was behind him a knife was pushed deeply into his side, the hand of his shirt was now an arm around his throat roughly yanking him up and backwards.

"No!"

He yelled as he was ripped away from Bucky, his hand pulled from his neck, he watched helplessly as blood pulsed freely from the wound.

Steve thrashed against the hold but the man twisted the knife and he screamed in pain.

The man grabbed Steve's arm and pulled it up harshly behind his back before kicking the back of his knee. Steve hit the ground and was pushed face first into the concrete. His arm pressed up roughly against his shoulder blade and a knee in his spine.

"You need to stop the bleeding!"

"We don't need to do anything, Captain"

Steve turned his head, his cheek scratching against the concrete as he saw Rumlow enter the room

"He's going to bleed out! He's no good to you dead!"

"That's really just a matter of opinion"

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #wintershield #Stucky comic

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