bucky barnes in the falcon and the winter soldier (2021)
So we gonna talk about the person behind sam or no?? Is it eli?? Bc I feel like in this scene he’s talking to Isaiah Bradley…
The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Honor the Legacy
Steve: Ok, which one of you taught the kid a swear word?
Sam: *points at Bucky*
Bucky: WHAT THE HELL? Steve I WOULD NEVER SWEAR IN FRONT OF THE K- *muffled screams as he is restrained and dragged away by Steve*
*4 hours earlier in the kitchen*
Bucky: Okay little Buck, let’s get you a snack!
Little Buck: Yay! Snack!
Bucky: Sooo..do you want *stubs toe* OW FUCK!
Little Buck: Fuck!
Bucky: Oh God. Steve’s gonna kill me
One question I really hope gets answered in tfatws is what happened at the end of end game ??? Marvel wants to tell me, Steve came back as an old men and Bucky just told Sam to go over to him, like ????!! I’m sorry but you two were besties on both school yard and battlefield. Please let us know what really happened
They need you, Cap
Honor | Marvel Studios’ The Falcon and the Winter Soldier [x]
Okay but.. why are they walking away from each other.
You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude.
i am a simple person, i see new fatws footage and i freak out
sharon carter lesbian and bucky barnes gay they are wlw mlm solidarity argue with the wall
STOP IT NO NO NO
People talking about Stucky; they banged…softly
People; …how the fuck-
I appreciate everyone’s attempts on making me cry over things that might happen in this show cause you’re doing a damn good job oh look it’s my heart and it’s broken into a thousand pieces
I’m already imagining the contents of those videos and Sam’s face while watching them and then Bucky walking in on him and I’m NOT OKAY AT ALL i wanna hug both of them :’((((((((((((
Bucky calling Sam “Cap”
(There’s a double asterisk ** at one point in the story, I recommend playing the song I mention “Every Step You Take” by The Police as you read if that’s your thing! It’s what I wrote the rest of the scene to and I think it just makes it feel like a movie.)
Dr. Cho did end up having to put a few stitches in Bucky’s eyebrow and it turns out he was hiding some nasty bruises under his shirt. He looked like he’d gone through a meat tenderizer. The bullet proof vest he wore kept most of the shots from being fatal, but the smattering of bullet shaped bruises on his chest nearly tore you in two.
You sat in a chair across the room and watched as Helen finished his stitches and felt around on his chest for any broken ribs or potential internal bleeding. You found yourself just staring at him while they ran various diagnostics. He was definitely worse for wear, but he was so unbelievably beautiful that you felt your heart squeeze in your chest.
It was funny, this dynamic between you two. A push and pull that you hadn’t experienced before. It was like when you worked together on missions. When one of you moved, the other adjusted to fill the space you had left. When he had needed your calming touch and level head, you’d been able to provide it for him.
It struck you then, how long you’d been living in a relationship that was only push, no pull. You’d let someone dictate your emotions, your reactions and responses to nearly everything. You had shoved yourself into a box for him, trying to fit exactly how he wanted you.
Bucky let you be exactly how you needed to be in each moment. He stepped in to fill holes and support you where you needed it, but stepped away and let you go when he knew you could stand on your own.
He trusted you.
You trusted him.
You loved him.
After they’d finished, Tony told him to get his ass cleaned up and to bed.
“And I mean sleep Barnes. If you rip those stitches because you can’t keep your hands off her, I won’t let anyone come close them and you’ll have to restitch them yourself.”
You let Bucky rest most of his weight on you as you helped get him back to his room. At this point you knew that there was no risk of Bucky ripping those stitches. He needed sleep badly.
You assisted as he peeled his bloodied pants and boots from his body, then held under his arms as he slowly lowered himself into the bath, being careful to keep his right arm above water. Everytime he winced in pain you felt a sting in your own chest.
He’d be fine, you knew. He healed abnormally fast. That didn’t make the moments of his pain hurt any less to watch.
After he’d finally lowered himself into the steaming water, you’d told him to lay back and relax while you rinsed and lathered his hair and scrubbed at his neck and chest to remove the layers of sweat and dried blood. Then you’d gotten him dried off and dressed in pajamas before helping him curl up in his bed.
He was asleep before you could even pull the covers up to tuck him in.
The next few weeks passed quietly. Sam was mostly bed ridden, so you and Bucky spent a lot of time in his room generally bothering him and making him wish he could heal faster just so he could get away from you both and your endless supplies of one-liners.
One night, you both helped him make the long trip to the common area under the guise of a change in scenery. Really, Peter wanted to keep watching the Fast and Furious movies and making Sam watch his least favorite movies when he didn’t have the ability to leave on his own was hilarious.
Were you terrible people? Maybe.
Sam did admit he would have done the same thing if given the chance.
Pretty much everyone joined in. Steve had helped Nat up from her room. She was in much better shape than Sam and was pretty much 100%, but Steve stayed close to her most days claiming that just because she seemed better didn’t mean something couldn’t happen to her.
Wanda and Vision came to watch the movies as well, which ended up being the best part of the experience. Vision kept pointing out the flawed logic in many of the action scenes and Wanda kept trying to patiently explain to him that the movies weren’t intended to be logical. Vision’s distress nearly made Peter pee his pants laughing.
When you were taking a snack break between Fast Five and the 6th installment, Tony wandered into the kitchen slowly. Looking at his hands.
“Hey kid. Can you come chat over here a second.”
“Uh. Sure Tony.”
You stood from the couch, having to untangled yourself from Bucky’s hold, and sauntered to the kitchen island.
“How you feeling, kid?” Tony asked.
“Fine…” You murmured. “What’s going on?”
“Uh. Nothing major. Just trying to gauge how you’re doing emotionally before I say what I have to say.” Tony was looking at pretty much anywhere but you, fiddling with spoons and forks that were on the counter.
“Out with it Tony.”
“Uh…” Tony hedged. “Well I just want you to know that Elijah…” He trails off.
Saying his name is enough for everyone in the room to suddenly quiet and look in your direction.
“Just say it Tony. I’m fine. What about him?”
Bucky gets up from the couch and takes a few steps toward you before stopping a few feet from the two of you. The rest of the group stays where they’re seated, staring.
“Elijah’s dead.” Tony finally finishes.
It takes a moment to fully process that thought. You really hadn’t been prepared to hear anything about him today, let alone that he was dead.
“He’s what?” You whisper.
“I’ve had an agent tailing him since that day in Brooklyn.” Tony says softly. “I just got word that he’s dead.”
You whip your head up to look at Bucky.
“I swear to god it wasn’t me.” Bucky says, holding his hands up in surrender. “But when I do find out who it was, I will probably give them a kiss on the mouth.”
You grab a wooden spoon off the counter and whip it at Bucky’s head. Bucky ducks easily and Steve reaches up and grabs it out of the air behind Bucky before it can smack into the glass wall behind him. You also let out a small chuckle. You can’t help it.
“I’m thinking you won’t want to, Barnes.” Tony remarks. “Considering the cause of death was the dumbass getting himself good and drunk and wrapping his fancy sports car around a tree. So unless you’d like to kiss the man’s corpse, you’re shit out of luck.”
Bucky huffed and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at Tony.
You sat down abruptly at a stool at the kitchen island. Bucky took a few quick steps toward you and laid a hand on your back.
“Sweetheart, are you…?”
“I’m fine.” You whisper. “I’m fine.”
And you were, you realized. You basically felt nothing. Of course, you felt some twinge of sadness at someone you had spent so many years of your life with dying in a horrific car accident.
But you felt fine really. No shortness of breath, no panic at the thought of him. You were clear headed and calm.
There was no threat of the sea of emotions lapping at your heels. You didn’t feel like you were about to drown.
“I’m fine.” You murmured again. Looking up at Bucky. “I’m fine, Bucky. Does that make me a monster?”
Bucky stepped in to you then and wrapped you in a warm hug, kissing the crown of your head. “No. It does not make you a monster sweetheart.”
“So. Not to bring up a touchy subject or anything…” Sam piped up from his spot where you and Bucky had propped him on the couch. “But, this man was your fiance, no?”
“Yes.” You murmur back. Bucky’s arms tensed a bit around you, you felt his head shift and you assumed he was leveling Sam with a death glare.
“And, we’re totally fine with him being dead? Like don’t get me wrong, I’m on your side no matter what I just feel like I’m missing something.”
“Sam, she doesn’t have to…” Bucky started.
“No, Buck. It’s okay.” You said, placing a palm on his chest and giving him a little push so you could turn to look at Sam and the rest of your family in the living room.
“Yes. He was my fiance. I knew him for most of my life. I kept him a secret from you all because he hated SHIELD and all of you. He hated that I worked here.” You started. Bucky was watching you carefully, with a hand placed on your back. He seemed poised for attack, like if there was any indication that your heart rate picked up or you lost your breath he would snag you in his arms and run out of there like a bomb was going off.
You loved him.
But it was time for your family to know.
“We ended things when I got back from Budapest. He was abusive, to say the least, and manipulative. I was angry at myself for letting it get that far which was why I isolated myself from you all for so long.” You sighed and offered your family a small smile. “But, I’m feeling more like myself again.” You looked at Sam then. “So, no. We don’t really care that he’s gone, beyond normal human discomfort with death. Even if that makes me a little evil, I kind of don’t care.”
It was quiet for a moment. Then Sam spoke. “Well good riddance then.”
Nat spoke up next. “I am a little disappointed you didn’t take a crack at him Barnes.”
“Trust me I wanted to.” Bucky chuckled. “But my priorities were elsewhere.” He snuck a look at you with a little smile.
“Thank you for telling us.” Wanda said softly. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know. But you’re my family.”
Steve stood up then from his spot across the room and crossed to you. He wrapped you up in a big hug. The next thing you knew, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, Peter and even Vision were joining in. You teared up a bit standing in the center of all of them.
“Get in here Tony.” Steve muttered.
“Sorry pal, I don’t do group hugs.” Tony quipped from where he leaned against the kitchen island.
You peeked through the holes between arms and saw Sam sitting on the couch smiling at all of you. You pouted a bit as you looked at him, offering your apologies that he was stuck on the couch.
“I’m there in spirit, gorgeous.” Sam smiled at you. “When I can stand on my own I’ll give you a better hug than any of these assholes could dream of.”
You giggled then. The whole group devolved into arguments on who gave the best hugs.
Right as Nat and Steve were going toe to toe (arguing vehemently that the other gave the best hug) Tony spoke up. “What do you all say we go to the bar down the road and celebrate?”
“Celebrate?” You chuckled.
“Yeah kid. I think it’s about time we let loose as a family. I’ll give Sam the bottom half of a suit or something so he can walk on his own in the bar.”
“You mean to tell me these past few weeks I could have just borrowed a suit? What kind of sick bastard are you?” Sam yells incredulously from across the room.
“Don’t push your luck birdboy.” Tony looks at you again. “What do you say? Fancy a night out with your family?”
You couldn’t think if anything you’d love more. “Hell yes.”
You all piled into various vehicles at the compound and made the short trek down the road to the bar. (Not before Sam finally gave you a big hug. He wasn’t kidding, he was a really incredible hugger.)
You all made quite a scene rolling up as a unit and pushing a bunch of tables together. Luckily, most of the patrons at the bar seemed to be wise enough not to cause a scene with the entire Avengers team in one spot.
You sat and marveled briefly at everyone laughing and drinking and enjoying themselves. It was still amazing to you that all of these people, who had seen so much and suffered so much could be together here now, laughing and joking with each other.
You were proud to be one of them.
Peter was slinging spitballs through straws in Sam’s direction which Sam was artfully trying to dodge, his iron legs supporting him now. Tony, Steve and Bucky were sniping back and forth at each other. Vision and Wanda had gotten up from the table to dance to the songs playing on the jukebox.
“Hey hot stuff.” Nat said, dropping down next to you at the table. “Whatcha thinking about all quiet over here?”
“Just amazed I’m here, is all. It’s everything I always wanted, but really didn’t think I could ever have.”
“I know what you mean.” Nat said softly. “I didn’t know if I’d ever really have a family like this. I didn’t think I could.”
“I tried so hard to make it work with Elijah, nearly destroying myself in the process, because I wanted to belong somewhere. For somewhere to be home.” You muttered.
“I know.” Nat said. “Seems silly now doesn’t it? I fought for years against belonging here. It scared the hell out of me. Still does most days, especially when one of you gets hauled through those doors all messed up. Emotionally or physically.” She looks at you pointedly then. “But I’ve learned I’d rather be terrified of losing you all than never having you, you know?”
You both sit in silence for a bit, sipping on your beers and just taking in the scene. Just then, “I Ran” by A Flock of Seagulls came on and you bubbled up with laughter.
“What’s that giggle for?” Nat asked.
“Nothing. I just got an idea.” You drained your beer and stood up from the table you were sitting at. “Hey, can you turn it up?” You sent the bartender a smile. He nodded and spun to turn the volume up in the bar. “Wanna join?” You tossed over your shoulder at Nat as you placed your hands on the bar and hopped up. You started moving your hips to the music, the same way you did a year ago in Budapest.
Nat glanced over to where Bucky was still mostly oblivious to you standing on the bar, his back facing you as he talked to Steve and Tony. “Hell yeah I do.”
Nat hopped up on the bar with you and sidled close to you, moving her hips with yours.
Wanda saw you and quickly hopped up on the bar. A few other women in the bar looked up and watched, and you three waved them over to have them join. The bartenders quickly moved the glasses on the bar out of the way so you all had a clear space to dance.
There were a few whoops and hollers from some of the men sitting at the bar on the other end, and you spun, ignoring your real prey and sending flirtatious smiles and giggles toward the men down the bar.
The attention of the other men finally got the attention that you had been looking for in the first place.
Steve’s head popped up from their conversation and his eyes widened at the sight before him. You, Nat and Wanda dancing tightly together, hands in the air. Without tearing his eyes from you he quickly punched Bucky in the shoulder. You could tell Bucky had probably asked what the hell Steve’s problem was when Steve just pointed in your direction. Bucky turned slowly to look.
You weren’t looking directly at him, you were still making eyes at the guys down the bar, but from your peripheral vision you saw his jaw drop open before he quickly shut it, grinding down on his jaw. He leaned back against the table, resting his elbows on the surface and spreading his legs out to assume an arrogant laid back stance. Clearly intent on enjoying your show.
It took every ounce of will not to hop down off the bar and climb him like a tree.
As the bridge of the song sped up and the electric guitar started shredding Nat, Wanda and you really turned it on. You saw Steve put his face in his hands as he released a long groan. Bucky just leveled you with an arrogant smirk. As the final tones of the song played you finally looked fully at Bucky, giving him a haughty smile as if to say What? I’m not doing anything.
Bucky just rolled his eyes at you as the song ended and the first notes of “Every Breath You Take” by the Police started**.
It was just like that first night in Budapest. You, up on a bar dancing, and Bucky staring at you from his place at the table, a dark heated look in his eyes.
Except this time, it would end differently.
Bucky stood up abruptly from the table and stalked toward you. Nat and Wanda took that as their cue to step away and off the bar, leaving you standing there alone. When Bucky reached the bar he wrapped his hands around your waist.
“C’mon babygirl. Let’s go home.” He chuckled as he lifted you up off the bar. As he stepped back he started to lower you down from where you towered over him. You slid down the front of his body as he set you back to your feet. Once you were safely on the ground, he kept his hands on your waist as you looked up at him. You smirked at him and batted your eyelashes innocently. He groaned low in his throat and leaned down so his mouth was even with your ear. “You’re killin me sweetheart.” He rose back up to his full height and looked down at you. His eyes raked over your whole body and you flushed and bit down on the corner of your bottom lip. “Fucking hell.” He growled.
He picked you up, tossed you over his shoulder and made a beeline for the door. You squealed.
He snagged your coats off the back of his chair as you passed the table that everyone was sitting at.
“Got someplace to be, Barnes?” Natasha crooned as Bucky rushed past where she now sat next to Steve.
You blushed and giggled, waving to everyone from your place on Bucky’s shoulder as he continued out the door, not slowing down for anything.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind you he dropped you back on your feet and roughly grabbed both sides of your head, crashing his lips against yours. You pressed your body against his, your hands grabbing two fistfuls of his t-shirt and yanking. You wanted him closer.
He finally ripped his mouth from yours and stared down at you as his chest rose and fell rapidly, he was as out of breath as you were. “I love you.” He breathed.
You didn’t answer him. He knew.
You just launched yourself into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands tangling in the ends of his hair when it curled against the back of his neck. You dragged his lips back to yours. His hands caught you around the waist, his metal arm lowering down to hold you under your hips and keep you from slipping.He started to walk you backwards toward where his bike was parked across the parking lot.
You devoured him, nipping at his bottom lip and running your hands through his hair. You had one hand gripping the back of his neck to keep him from moving too far away from you.
Suddenly you heard a voice call out from near the door of the bar. Sam, standing on his own with a pair of iron legs assisting. “Fucking nasty. Get a room!”
You heard the chorus of chuckles from your friends, your family, as they all spilled out the door of the bar.
Bucky pulled his head back just enough so that there was enough space between you that he could yell back “Trying to!” before smashing your lips back to his.
Once he reached his bike, he set you down before quickly mounting the bike and hitting the kickstand. As soon as he was stable you giggled and jumped on the back, wrapping yourself around him and burying your face into his neck.
He revved the engine twice, yelled “hold on” over his shoulder and took off.
You lifted your head to look at everyone as Bucky ripped out of the parking lot. A huge grin on your face, you lifted a hand to wave at your family. You could just make out the sound of Nat yelling “See you at home!” At the same time that Sam yelled “I’m gonna need a different floor to sleep on tonight.”
You giggled again and faced forward in the seat, squeezing Bucky again as he turned onto the asphalt and hit the gas.
You hurtled down the road toward the compound.
As you were flying down the asphalt you decided that you were going to finally just start living without fear that someone was going to take it away from you. The fresh air was pelting your face and it was so strong it wiped away any doubt. It wiped away the thought that you didn’t deserve to have moments like this.
You wanted to feel it all. The pain of the whipping wind, the sting of the air on your eyes, the smell of gasoline in your nose.
You wanted to feel every moment you could with Bucky. The good, the bad and the boring. You wanted to spend time with your family and be there for every moment in their lives and never miss a month with them again.
You wanted to be totally free.
You started to peel your arms away from Bucky’s chest. One of his hands left the handlebars and he grabbed your wrist.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I wanna feel the wind!” You yelled back. “I wanna feel everything, Bucky.”
He paused only a second before patting your wrist twice, and dropping his hand to your thigh to hold on to you. You squeezed your legs together, gripping him tighter as you released your hands from his waist, slowly lifting them so that they were above your head.
Your hair was flying wildly around your head and the only things you could hear were the sound of the engine and the wind. It was the most amazing feeling in the whole world.
You let out a loud whoop as you just let yourself go, laughing at how absolutely wonderful it was to just feel.
Against your chest you could feel Bucky’s back rumble as he laughed with you. He squeezed your knee once, put his hand back on the handlebars and pushed the bike a little faster.
You wanted this forever.
Just you, your man and the wind.
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