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urimaginespimp · 3 years

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Gorgeous (pt2 of This Love)

Bucky x Elemental Witch Reader x platonic Steve

Setting is during Civil War

Read the prologue here to know about your character’s story.

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Midgardians were indeed strange. Natasha and the rest of the team did their best in making sure you would settle well with them, and so far, you were getting the hang of it. They were always amused watching you and Vision try to act what they call “normal.”

Along with being introduced to everything was also knowing about your personal preferences. You love reading almost all kinds of books, and you found horror movies funny, especially the ones about possessions. You could almost hear the Norns that raised you snort at them. You also love exploring the numerous genres of music they have.

Steve and you have become quite close, and his favorite pastime were telling you about his life before becoming the Captain America. His stories about a best friend he calls “Bucky” was your favorite. The man you’ve never met reminds you of your favorite men in the romance novels you’ve read – charming, handsome (you assumed), and he sounded kind. You were surprised when Steve told you about finding out that he was alive all this time after being brainwashed by Hydra. The captain still looks like he’s longing to get his friend back.

Despite being over a century year old, the team treated you like a younger sister because of your naivety. Sam was like the bad influence brother - always teaching you about pranks. Overall, you were settling just fine in the lifestyle you were only introduced into over a year ago.

The Norns have taught you that challenges and doom were always going to be lurking at every corner. Tony and Steve were currently in disagreement. World leaders were trying to get the team controlled and regulated. An explosion rocked in Vienna during a meeting, and some people are killed among them is the King of a place called Wakanda. Now the authorities were claiming the bomb was planted by the Winter Soldier – the man Steve has told you so much about.

Now the team was divided, and you didn’t know where to place yourself. Your family was falling apart. You still weren’t considered a Midgardian and could easily leave Earth. You thought about reaching out to Thor, but how could you, when the same man who told you to reach him through e-mail, didn’t even have a phone? And Bruce himself was still nowhere to be found.

Cap has assembled a team with Sam, Clint, Wanda, and an Ant guy you were yet to meet, to stop another man named Zemo. But by operating outside of authority, they all become renegades. You almost laughed when you heard that in Tony’s side was a Spider guy.

Everyone was currently at an airport in Stuttgart, Germany. You were sitting on the roof of one of those ramps, looking over the team as Tony was still trying to negotiate with Steve. You noted the man with the metal arm standing next to him. So this must be Bucky. He was much more handsome as you imagined him to be – tall, piercing blue eyes and dark long hair. The girls you’ve met around the city would’ve gushed over him, joking about what they’d like to do with him. And you almost kicked yourself for agreeing with a conversation that hasn't even happen yet.

“You sure you want no part of this, princess?!” Tony called out to you, making everybody’s attention turn your way.

“Frankly I could’ve left, Tony.” You stated, looking over everyone, trying to take in that this may be the last time your family would be in the same room. “But I learned that Midgardians love blowing off steam. I’m just here to make sure nobody gets seriously injured.”

“She’s not human?” you heard Steve’s friend ask him quietly. You heard him respond that it’s a long story. You shot the man a quick wink and a grin, making him cough in surprise.

So what if you might have a little crush on the man? Technically, witches your age are still considered mentally young – almost comparable to a Midgardian in her 20s.

A pitched battle breaks out, and as intended, you were going around making sure that nobody got gravely hurt.

You were now running alongside Nat.

“Is it weird that I may have a little crush on Steve’s friend?” you chimed.

“No surprise there. Is that why you refused to take sides?” She asked you, panting.

“Of course not, Nat. Plus you and Wanda are in different teams.”

“And?”

“We women should be sticking together. Leave the men acting childish.” you replied.

“Where’d you learn that?!” She was amused.

“I hang out with drunk women in club bathrooms!” you exclaimed.

You honestly thought Nat was intent on stopping Steve, but she took you all by surprise when she suddenly turns on Black Panther, allowing Cap and Bucky time to get in the Quinjet.

“You’re not even gonna introduce me?” you called him out.

“Not really the best time but Y/N, Bucky. Bucky, Y/N.” He hastily answered while getting in.

You and Bucky were staring at each other. He couldn’t quite decide whether to say to you. It was the first time a stranger was looking at him with glimmer in their eyes, as if she was genuinely glad to be introduced. And it was not the appropriate time.

“I find you incredibly attractive.” You found yourself blurting out while gazing at him. You heard Nat snort behind you, and you almost laughed at how taken back Bucky looked.

“Uh... I’m too old for you.” He awkwardly replied, and you chuckled.

You were about to tell him that you’re older than he’ll ever be, but a groan from T’Challa snapped you all back.

“Alright, time to go. Nice first date, kids.” Steve called out from the pilot.

“I’ll see you again, soldier.” You gave him a genuine smile. He scratched the back of his neck and gave you a shy nod before turning back to take his seat.

“You should ask those girl friends of yours to teach Steve a thing or two with flirting.” Nat commented, giving you a sly smile.

“Shut up, Nat. I wasn’t flirting.”

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It was no surprise when Steve sought you out to help him break the others from prison. The authorities didn’t know what to do with you, and you think it was because you never really broke any rules, you’re not from here, and they might be afraid of angering the god of thunder himself if they even touched you. So without thinking twice, you joined him.

“So...” you thought about asking him what happened to Bucky.

“Can’t say I’m surprised that even a witch would be crushing on my best friend.” He chuckled. He was now flying you in the Quinjet to god knows where.

“I blame you, Steve. You kept talking about him.” You punched his arm gently.

“If it helps, I think he finds you beautiful.”

But before you could respond, your mouth went agape as the view of the forest around you suddenly became a whole other place full of beautiful infrastructures you’ve never seen before.

“Welcome to Wakanda, Y/N.” Steve told you when he noticed you’ve gone quiet.

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Steve and you were welcomed by T’Challa and the princess named Shuri, and they escorted you both to what seemed to be a lab. Shuri was funny and you both hit it off immediately.

Stopping just outside a bar, Shuri turned to you. “I’m hoping to see more of you, Y/N. Your boyfriend awaits you.” She snickered and left before you could say anything. Steve gave you a sheepish look and told you that when they were asking who he was bringing in for security purposes, he might have told them that you have a crush on their patient.

Going in, you decided to stop by the doorway to assess everything.

“You sure about this?” You heard Steve asked someone, making you snap at their direction.

Sitting on a small bed was Bucky. His metal arm was gone, and he was wearing a white top and pants.

“I can’t trust my own mind.” he replied, and turned to where you were standing, giving you a polite smile. “So until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back on there is the best thing for everybody.”

Steve nodded in understanding, and turned to you. “Are you just gonna stand there?” He asked you with a teasing smile.

“That depends if you only brought me here so you could properly embarrass me.” You replied, biting your cheek from smiling. He started walking back towards you with a small smile. Standing face to face, he started speaking a bit more quietly.

“Well, yes.” He answered and you shook your head at him, chuckling. “But I also wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything, Steve.” you nodded at him.

“Will... Will you uh- come back here if Shuri calls you that they’re finally waking him up? I’m just going to lay low for a bit, and I don’t know if I’d be still on the run when that happens.” he looked almost embarrassed to even ask you the favor, but before he could start rambling, you surprised him with a hug.

“You’ve taught me so much, Steve. Of course, I’ll look after your hot friend.” you chuckled to mask that your eyes were brimming with tears. You were going to miss him.

Breaking off from the embrace, Steve cupped your face and wiped a stray tear on your cheek. “Don’t scare him off, okay. I don’t think he’d be able to handle how much bolder women are these days.” you rolled your eyes at him but proceeded to give him a small nod.

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The lab was now preparing to put Bucky into a cryogenic sleep. When Steve left that morning, all he told him was that he was going to meet with a friend who might want to check out Wakanda. He didn’t expect that Steve meant you.

When he first saw you at the airport, he was taken back to how beautiful you were. He’s seen attractive people around when he was trying to live like a civilian, but there was just something refreshing about you. As soon as it was implied that you weren’t actually from earth and that you were a witch, he settled with that explanation. Maybe being beautiful came with your power.

But then you unexpectedly winked at him and even said you find him attractive so unapologetically. He tried to be sly about asking Steve about you but it was obvious that he caught on and was beaming at him like crazy. He told him about you, how you were raised by Norns, that Thor took back with him to earth, and that you’ve spent the year knowing how to be like the humans.

“She’s adapted to the world today better than I have, Buck.” Steve smiled at the thought of you. “I think she’d be the perfect teacher for you in the future.”

He was watching as Steve talked to you by the doorway and when you hugged him and started crying. After Steve comforted you, you turned to look at him again, now a cheeky smile was on your face as you walked towards him.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met. I’m Y/N.” You offered your hand for him to take.

“I’m James. Or you can call me whatever you’re comfortable with.” Your hand was soft and warm against his.

Steve heard what Bucky told you and flushed pink when he had an inkling to what you were going to respond to that. He could almost see you smirking.

“How about da-”

“Y/N NO.” Steve cut you off, fighting laugh. Bucky looked between the two of you, confused and intrigued at the same time.

“Steve, I called you that one time.”

“Those civilian friends of yours really should have more manners.” He shook his head at the memory of you calling him ‘daddy’ one morning after your friends told you to do so.

Turning back to the confused man before you, you gave him a full-blown smile. “I’ll call you by your name, Bucky.”

“Are you going with Steve?” He asked you.

“Nope. I still might be here once you wake up.”

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acabecca · 3 years

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“Say that you wanna be with me too.” JAS AND BUCKY

I have no idea what this is I’m sorry. I wanted to make it longer and set it during THAT episode of fatws but it didn’t make sense to me to do it, even as an au because apparently I am very fussy when it comes to Jas and Bucky 🙄

(also the picture is not what happens in the prompt i just like is lol)

(featuring a surprise cameo by mr steven rogers because my mind cant process that he might possibly be and is most probably the D word) this prompt is unnecessarily long i apologise

Pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head, Jas kept hold of the brightly wrapped present and nudged the car door closed with her hip. She heard more than saw the kids playing somewhere over beside the cabin, and she made her way over to place the box in her hands on the table that was already crammed full of gifts.

Pepper had clearly gone all out and so had everyone else, trying to overcompensate for Tony not being around. It was Morgan’s first birthday without him, and Pepper had opted to invite everyone around instead of the two of them spending it alone, trying to distract her daughter with gifts and friends and games so she didn’t dwell too much on the fact that her father would never be at another one of her birthday parties.

“It’s about time you got here.”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m terrible at gift wrapping so I stopped by my aunt’s place so she could make it look pretty for me,” Jas patted the top of the gift and sent Sam a grateful smile as she took the bottle of water he handed to her.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, peering at the gift tag. “What’d we get her?”

Jas blinked. “We?”

“Me, you, and Bucky.”

“I’m sorry, was this supposed to be from all of us?” Jas’ brow furrowed in confusion. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m the one who hauled my ass all over New York looking for the perfect present for baby Stark, and I don’t recall you or Bucky giving me any money for it.”

Sam groaned loudly. “Come on, Jas. I’ve been busy. I’ve been on a mission.”

“Yes, I know,” Jas nodded her head. “I was with you. I still made time to go shopping for a six year old’s birthday party. You’re terrible! Bucky didn’t get her anything, either?”

“It’s Bucky,” Sam shrugged his shoulders as though that was enough of an explanation and Jas rolled her eyes, lifting her hand to wave at Pepper, who wiggled her fingers in return before rushing back inside the cabin.

“Jasmine!”

Jas turned at the sound of her voice, grinning when she saw Morgan running towards her and crouching down just in time to catch the little girl as she flung herself forwards. “Hey birthday girl! Are you having a good day? Your mom’s done a lot, huh?”

“There are so many cupcakes,” Morgan’s eyes went wide. “Too many to even count! I tried. Did you bring me a present?” she asked curiously.

“I did!” Jas laughed, turning around just in time to see Sam inconspicuously adding his own name to the bottom of the gift tag. “It’s from Sam, too, and Bucky. But you’re not allowed to open it until your mom says so, okay? I think we’re doing gifts later.”

“I know,” Morgan sighed. “She let me open one, though! Well…” she paused thoughtfully. “Clint snuck it to me and told me to open it before anyone saw. He got me a bow and arrow set and Lila is going to teach me how to use it, and Bruce got me a chemistry set so I can learn how to help him in his lab and stuff like my daddy did, and- did you know Bucky can pick me and Nate up with only one arm?”

“He can, huh?” Jas raised her eyebrows. “That’s awesome! Sounds like you’re having a great day, kiddo.”

“Yeah,” she paused again, biting down on her lip. “I’m going to go back to play with Nate, now. Bye Jasmine, bye Sam! Thank you for coming!” she called, sending a wave over her shoulder as she took off running towards the other kids.

“Good thing she got her manners from her mom,” Sam snorted.

“Hmm,” Jas hummed, a soft smile on her face. “Don’t think I didn’t see you adding your name on the gift tag. You add Bucky’s, too? You better had or he’ll feel like shit for not getting her anything. Where is he, by the way?”

“Sitting down by the kids with Steve.”

Jas almost choked on the sip of water she’d just taken and Sam slapped her hard on the back. “Steve?” she squealed, coughing and wiping at her mouth. “Steve, Steve? Steve Rogers, Steve?”

“You know another Steve who’d be here?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows.

“Steve is here and you give me a poxy bottle of water? Dammit, Sam! I need something stronger,” she groaned softly, screwing the lid back on to her water and, spotting the cooler sitting on the grass by the corner of the cabin, she made her way over to it and reached for a beer at the exact same time someone else did. Looking up as her hand connected with someone else’s, she mer a pair of familiar blue eyes and couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “Hey, Buck! I hear you’ve been keeping Morgan and Nate entertained with your impressive strength,” she raised an eyebrow, unscrewing the cap off her beer and taking a long sip. “Have you been here long?” she asked, but Bucky didn’t reply.

Instead, he grabbed two bottles out of the cooler and straightened up, looking between Jas and Sam before sending her a tight smile and turning to walk back in the direction he’d come from, disappearing around the side of the cabin. Jas turned to Sam in bewilderment.

“What was that about?” she asked, but Sam avoided her gaze as he lifted his bottle to his lips. “Sam? He’s been ignoring me for days. What’s wrong with him, did I do something? I know you know something.”

Sighing, Sam ran a hand over his face. “Look, I don’t wanna get involved in whatever it is the two of you have got going on-”

“What?” Jas interrupted. “There’s nothing going on. What are you talking about?”

“Awfully quick on the defence there, James,” Sam smirked. “...I told him I wouldn’t say anything, and I’m not going to, but do you really not know what you did?” he asked, rolling his eyes when Jas shook her head. “Think back a bit. Day before we flew home, you were talking to your auntie. About Steve. About how they could never really replace Captain America, because he was irreplaceable.”

“Yeah…?” Jas trailer off in confusion. “But, I’m right. They can’t? They tried, and look how well it worked out. They’ll never find anyone like Steve.”

“They’ll never find anyone like Steve, or you’ll never find anyone like Steve?” Sam questioned, smirking when Jas’ face paled slightly.

“That- that’s what he- is that what Bucky thinks I meant?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That is not what I meant.”

“I know.”

“And- did you tell Bucky that isn’t what I meant?”

“I tried,” Sam shrugged. “S’not me he needs to hear it from. I’m not the one he’s got a thing for.”

“Shut up, he does not have a thing for me,” Jas grumbled, shoving at Sam’s face and feeling her cheeks heat up as he cackled beside her. “Sam!”

“What? You’re both too good at avoiding what’s been happening between you for months now and I, for one, am sick of it,” Sam pointed at himself. “I’m the one who has to sit in planes and in cramped apartments and shit with the pair of you and honestly? I’m done. I’m tired of it. We’re at a kids birthday party and the sexual tension between the pair of you is so unhealthy-”

“Sam!” Jas repeated, shoving at him again. “We don’t- that is not- there is none of that tension between us.”

Sam scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t want Barnes to bend you over and-”

“SAM!” Jas shrieked, darting forwards and covering his mouth with her hand, her whole face turning red when she saw the looks Clint, Pepper, and Laura were throwing her. “Jesus, I- okay. Alright. So what if I do? He’s never made a move, has he? So this whole thing is probably just all in your head.”

“If you’re waiting for him to make the first move then you’re gonna be waiting a hell of a long time, baby. He thinks you’re still hung up on Cap and he’s also a 106 year old emotionally constipated ex-assassin. You’re gonna have to be the one who moves in first, or it’s never gonna happen,” Sam told her gently, reaching forwards and taking her drink out of her hand. “You can start by telling him he got it wrong when you said Steve was irreplaceable. Maybe drop in a little ‘Sam was right and you should listen to him more’, maybe make my life a little easier in future.”

Jas paused, chewing on her bottom lip as nerves filled her stomach. This was not how she had envisioned today going. She’d been expecting a lot of laughs, maybe some tears because she hadn’t been out here since Tony’s funeral, good food and lots of drinks, and now she was seriously contemplating dragging Bucky - her best friend - away from everyone so she could apologise for a misunderstanding that had left him brooding for the last five days. She moaned, pulling her sunglasses off her head and running a hand through her hair.

“I can’t just go talk to him,” she whispered. “He’s… He‘s with Steve. I haven’t seen Steve since… everything. It’s rude if I just go and drag Bucky away from an old man-”

“Either you drag him away or I do. I’ll come with you, I’ll keep Steve occupied and you go talk to Bucky. I am literally being your wingman.”

“Living up to your name.”

“Shut the hell up and get your annoying ass over to your equally annoying boyfriend,” Sam snorted, turning her round and pushing her towards where he knew Bucky and Steve were sitting together. Jas let out a squeak and reached behind her to swat his hands away, laughed as she turned the corner and saw Bucky sat beside Steve on a bench in the shade, watching Morgan run around with some of her friends.

Steve spotted her first and he sent a small, unsure wave. Jas smiled softly in reply and tucked her hair behind her ears, her sunglasses perched atop her head again as she came to a stop in front of them.

“Uhm, hi. Bucky, can I talk to you for a second?”

He looked up, squinting against the sunlight. “Sure.”

“Uh,” Jas glanced at Steve. “In private, maybe?”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m just in the middle of talking to Steve.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, Buck,” Steve looked between the two of them, a somewhat knowing look on his face. “You should go with Jas.”

“But-”

“I’ll sit with Gramps, don’t worry about it man,” Sam clapped Steve on the shoulder, not-so-subtly nudging Bucky out of his seat and forcing him to stand up. Huffing, Bucky placed his beer down on the grass and gestured towards the cabin. Jas nodded her head and followed after him, turning to shoot a glare in Sam’s direction when he called a quick “good luck!” after them.

Following Bucky inside, Jas glanced around the cabin, her eyes lingering on the picture above the fireplace, a selfie that Tony has clearly taken of himself, Pepper, and Morgan. Clearing her throat, Jas blinked rapidly as she tried to keep any tears from falling and ignored the way Bucky was watching her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, you know, it’s just…” she waved a hand towards the picture and Bucky followed her gaze, frowning as he nodded his head.

“We don’t have to stay in here,” he told her. “We can- come on,” he pointed towards the kitchen and Jas trailed after him, coming to a stop by the breakfast bar as Bucky against the worktop opposite her, his arms crossed over his chest. “So uh, you wanna talk?”

“Yeah, I- listen, I didn’t- what I said, about Steve being irreplaceable?” Jas began meekly, and Bucky screwed his eyes shut as he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I’m gonna kill Wilson’ under his breath. “I think you took it the wrong way.”

“Jasmine, it’s- I- it doesn’t matter-”

“No it does!” she insisted quickly. “It does matter, Buck, because I didn’t mean it the way you think I mean it, and I don’t want you to think that I don’t- I didn’t mean that you’re not…” she paused, trailing off nervously. “You know you’re important to me, right? And I guess I don’t want you to think that there isn’t room in you for life because of my past with Steve, because that’s not what I meant.”

Bucky’s whole face was screwed up, his expression something Jas couldn’t decipher and she almost groaned when she realised he was obviously annoyed by something she had just said.

“You think I want to be a replacement?” Bucky asked carefully. “You think I want to take Steve’s place in your life?”

“No! I mean, I… I don’t know?” Jas replied meekly. “Maybe? I thought you were-”

“I want my own place in your life, Jasmine,” he cut in. “I don’t have any intention of being a replacement for anyone, especially not Steve. I know I could never replace him,” he gestured towards the kitchen window, where they could see Steve and Sam both sat outside of. The two men quickly looked away and Bucky rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose at his friends making it painfully obvious they were listening in. “I see Steve never learned how to be subtle in his old age.”

“Nope,” Jas bit back a smirk and Bucky sighed, grabbing hold of her arm and leading her away from the window. “Look, I thought maybe we - you and I - I thought that maybe there was something happening? That there was something here between us. Am I wrong?” he asked cautiously. “Tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll stop. I can just be your friend, I don’t need or expect anything else from you, not even your friendship if that’s something you don’t want-”

“…Bucky-”

“I want to be with you, Jasmine,” he admitted, his voice low and his cheeks a little bit pink. “I do. I have for a really long time. And if you say that you wanna be with me too, then great! I can take you out on dates, we can get to know each other beyond friendship. But if you don’t? That’s okay, too. Whatever you decide. I just need to know where I stand,” Bucky kept his gaze on her, his heart thumping so loudly in his chest he was sure Jas would be able to hear it. When she didn’t say anything, his stomach sank and he frowned. “Okay, that’s fine, we can forget that I said anything and-”

“No, wait!” Jas gasped, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he began to turn away from her. She tugged him back towards her, standing on her toes and quickly pressing her lips to his. It was a quick kiss, over in a few seconds, and Bucky had barely had time to respond to it before Jas was dropped back down on her toes and clearing her throat awkwardly, her face red. “Sorry, I… I was processing. I’d really like to go on dates with you, Bucky.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “Good. That’s… That‘s good. I’d like that.”

“Bucky.”

“Yeah?”

“You gonna kiss me or am I gonna be the one doing all the heavy lifting in this relationship?” Jas raised an eyebrow and Bucky chuckled, slipping an arm around her and pulling her towards him. He leaned in closer to her, before freezing and looking at her with a furrowed brow. “What is it, Barnes? Did you change your mind already?”

“You don’t still have feelings for Steve, do you?”

“No!” Jas pulled a face. “Bucky. He’s old. Like really old.”

“So am I!”

“Yeah but he looks old.”

“Wow, never had you down for the shallow type, Jasmine.”

She groaned. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Okay,” Bucky hummed, finally closing the gap between them and doing as she asked.

Outside, Sam beamed as he peered through the window before he held his hand out to Steve, who sighed and begrudgingly shoved $20 into his waiting palm.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you talking to her, Sam,” Steve grumbled. “You hustled an old man.”

“Yeah,” Sam smiled widely, stuffing the money into the pocket of his jeans. “I did.”

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#bucky barnes x oc #tfatws oc #?? kind of? it’s au tho #well this prompt is the fic isnt #ANYWAYS pls love my sweet angels as much as i do 🥺#my sweet angels + sam the meddler #jas x bucky #fic: band of thieves #band of thieves: prompts #also i haven’t edited this bye

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magenta-llama · 4 years

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Avengers Assemble Season 1: the stoniest

List:

ep. 1-2 “The Avengers Protocol”

ep. 6 “Super Adaptoid”

ep. 13 “In Deep”

ep. 17 “Savages”

ep. 25 “Exodus”

ep. 26 “The Final Showdown”

Episodes 1-2: The Avengers Protocol

"You lead. I'll follow." (Steve Rogers)

What can I say, the show is gay from the start. Like, Tony is missing his team so much that he stalks them over his morning coffee on a daily basis. And yeah, sure, he stalks all of them and Steve is the last one he gets to, but come on, this show is so transparent (thank you, whoever made it this way. You make my life better every day. I love you.) And like, idk, I, personally, often leave the thing I am truly interested in to be the last one as well. Like, you never start with what worries you most when you don’t want to look suspicious. And excuse me, what exactly was Red Skull’s “So Iron Man has a heart after all” about? I MEAN, AFTER IT LOOKS LIKE HE KILLS STEVE AND TONY GOES “NOOOOO” AND GETS KINDA ANGRY? Really, I think he is the biggest Stony shipper of the show (after Clint maybe). And then again, “So you left the rest of your team behind - for me?” (Not that he doesn’t have a point, because the moment Tony sees Cap’s signature? He forgets everything). I tell you, he has an ao3 account, and he posts stony fics every night when MODOK is not around.

And the moment Tony frees Cap-Skull? He just wouldn't stop TALKING because he'd MISSED Steve so much TT

Then goes part 2 - yep, the one with Steve’s “show-off” face.

Like, he is biting his lip right there, I don’t take criticism. He literally offers his body to Tony Stark at the very beginning of the show.

And Steve carrying Tony around in his arms? (Steve carrying Tony is a thing of this show in general - no matter whose hands are free, no matter the fact that Thor and Hulk are stronger than Steve and can move faster than him while carrying heavy stuff, Steve never lets anyone else carry his Tony. Ever.) The tender looks and shiny smiles Steve gives him? The non-stop flirting? I mean, if "Careful. Keep leading like that and we might actually stick together." was not a Captain America pick-up line I don't know what is.

And the way Steve and Tony are right by each other's side, all the time, they just can't bear being farther than 1 meter's distance from each other.

Do they have to be so close? There's plenty of space in Tony's house! And given that Tony was the first to turn and walk down it looks like Steve just ran after him to stick close again.

Episode 6: Super Adaptoid

"There are a few old-fashioned things worth keeping around." (Tony Stark)

This one is just my favourite. I think I've rewatched it at least four times already. This whole trope with Tony's Modern Tech vs Steve's Old Fashioned Gut, learning to actually listen to each other and becoming closer in the end? Love it. The way they just outright flirt and fool around from the first minute of the show? The way Tony is genuinely worried about Steve being hurt and tries to make him wear armour?

I personally find the whole concept of Tony making a suit for Steve really hot. And yes, it's always Steve. Not Clint or Natasha, who don't even have super strength. Just Steve. Tony wants to protect him so, so badly I want to cry.

I also love how Tony and Steve sit a bit apart from the others on their way home. Like, alright, Tony's piloting the jet (which actually JARVIS can do) but what is Steve doing? Just sitting there by his side and what, watching him? What had he been doing before he asked about the readings? He just likes spending time with Tony so, so much. I tell you, the only reason Cap wasn't sitting on his lap at that moment was that it's a kids' show.

And Steve “never missing an issue” of Futura? That magazine with Tony on the cover? No, I can respect that he can just have interests of his own, but I like to think that he reads things like that to understand his boyfriend better. Or maybe impress him, who knows. He did impress him in the end :3

Also, why does Cap know how to use Iron Man's gauntlet? It didn't take him long to figure it out. Well, I actually made a fanart on that one, you can find it by “my art” or “stony” tag, I don’t know which one helps, tumblr messes with the tag search all the time.

And of course, the last scene. Oh, that last scene. That peaceful walk down the corridor while Tony's drying his hair. I have so many questions about that one scene. Like, what, were they taking a shower together? Were they going to spar? But then why do they take a shower before that..? But I've already written a post about that one, too.

Episode 13: In Deep

“So are you pals gonna hug now or what?" (Clint Barton)

The stoniest episode of the season. Possibly, of the whole show. Like, the whole episode is entirely stony. Undercover mission while gazing tenderly into each other's eyes? Trying to play bad guys, but keeping flirting and looking after each other's backs all the time? Really, the whole episode is just Steve and Tony being:

Yeah, I made a post about that one, too.

The "Tony's not following Steve's plan and Steve's pissed but in the end, they steal each other’s moves" trope? The "I know you're enjoying the role-playing thing"? I mean, how does he know Tony’s enjoying ‘the role-playing thing’? Oh, we all know how. And Steve telling Tony how amazing he is? @tonysbubblebutt has already made a post about this, too. And COME ON, "Step 3 - we enjoy the view"? ENJOY THE VIEW, STEVE? REALLY?

(The view:)

Also, Tony's face when Steve hit him. For a moment, he really thought his babe was gonna hurt him, omg.

And I like how everything is censored and yet so obvious. Like Tony putting a photo of his butt into the armour, but in pants - because kids' show. Or Steve saying "billionaire, genius" and then trailing off - because kids' show. And Clint’s "So are you pals gonna HUG now or what?” I mean, really?

Episode 17: Savages

"You know me, and I know Tony" (Steve Rogers)

The Camping! trope episode. Seriously, I've come up with at least three fanfiction ideas while watching this one.

The first thing you should understand is that Tony and Steve had had a very good morning sex before the events. Or maybe not that good, because Tony just kept throwing Steve around the room and tried to make him “test drive his next invention”. Maybe he wanted to top and Steve didn’t let him, idk. Anyway, there is no other explanation for them beaming at each other for 20 minutes straight.

Really, the bet should have been about Tony and Steve being unable to go a day without eye-sexing every time one of them starts talking or, idk, moving. But just look at how wide their smiles are all the time - it makes it hard for them to even talk at all.

But yeah, making bets. There’s actually an amazing fic about that, it’s called Quit While You’re Ahead by @magicasen (ao3 work 3067199), I highly recommend you read it.

And the way they tease each other, oh my gosh. And the mysterious "next *fingers-up-in-a-scissoring-gesture* invention" Tony expects Steve to test drive-

And both of them running around like two happy puppies when it’s time to set up their camping.

And yes, Steve knowing Tony all so well and having so much faith in him? I love it.

Episode 25: Exodus, Episode 26: The Final Showdown

"Sorry to break this romance" (Clint Barton)

These are just worth watching for Tony and Steve holding hands (I stopwatched 6 seconds, and those were only those shown), Steve carrying Tony on his shoulder while holding him under his butt and just Steve's "You're amazing, Tony" and Tony's "No, you are amazing. I am also amazing, but that's because you make me amazing with how amazing you are yourself, Steve." 24/7.

Bonus: Steve carrying Tony around - Season 1 edition (tell me if I missed anything)

#stony #Steve Rogers #tony stark #stevetony #avengers assemble #marvel #superhusbands #ramblings #avengers assemble the stoniest

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 12 / **

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve and Tony, T2 and S2)

summary: After the shared night, Tonys have trouble sleeping. But all will be rewarded in the end.

length: 5 192

warnings: nothing explicit happens in this chapter, but there is some intense belly button play that ends in orgasm and sex is implied but not described (includes bottom!Tony, bottom!Steve near the end)

a/n: I feel I kinda stalled on this chapter... also I am introducing here something I was thinking about for a loooong time (basically since I started writing tickle fics) and I hope you will all like it! otherwise, I might just dig a hole and hide there, hah! hope you will like this update and as usual, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated and needed!

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 12 / **

Tony was used to functioning in a loud environment. The sound of pneumatic hammers breaking every concrete wall, smooth sound of a laser cutting through every surface, loud raving up of an engine, all coupled with heavy and energizing notes of rock music blasting in the background. It was his everyday bread, something he lived in and was an inherent part of his everyday routine, just like a cup of coffee every morning. While most people would find it unpleasant, it was one of the sweetest music for Tony. Not being bothered by loud, ongoing sounds was a useful skill and definitely helped Tony to sleep through the nights when Steve, with circled eyes and head lolling forward, stumbled into their shared bed after particularly exhausting days and snored for twelve hours, resembling a chainsaw. Tony could sleep happily through it, cuddled to his soldier and wake up refreshed.

Just not when it was two super soldiers snoring.

Just no.

Tony shut his eyes tight when it began all over again. Sometimes it was one Steve snoring, and the other started, just when the first ended. Sometimes it was them both, taking turns, as if in some very bad band. The worst was when they got gradually louder, up to a point when it all died down, just to start minutes later.

Tony didn't get a lot of sleep, waking up every hour or so, trying to shut his Steve's mouth from time to time, but it just fell open almost right away.

Some part of him felt proud that he and T2 managed to tire their boyfriends out the day before during the joined tickle session, but the other part of him told him to get a gag and use it on both blonds because he needed his damn sleep.

And T2 seemed to sleep through all of this. Lucky bastard. Or at least it was what Tony thought.

Tony groaned, hearing another snore rumble in Steve's chest before it left his mouth. He just wanted to sleep and use his boyfriend's peck as a pillow was that too much to ask? In a quick move, he lifted himself up and looked angrily at his boyfriend, his irritation level rising when he noticed that it was getting bright outside and he painfully felt the consequences of being awake for almost the whole night. And snore. A loud one. Tony put his hand under Steve's chin and shut his mouth. As usual, it worked for about ten seconds before his mouth opened and the snoring started anew. What was worse, S2 started to snore too, almost as if it was a competition between both blonds who could snore louder. Usually, Tony found the competitiveness between two Captain Americas amusing, but right now, there was nothing endearing about this situation.

"Doesn't work, huh?"

Tony winced in surprise, before he looked to the middle of the bed, eyebrows creasing. T2, acting as a small spoon to S2, was wide awake, his eyes red and tired and he kept smiling weakly at his counterpart. Tony felt tired himself, but he liked to think that he looked less chewed out than T2 did.

"They woke you up too?" Tony asked in a whisper, wriggling back into the covers. Feeling him back, Steve immediately wrapped arms again around his torso and buried his face into Tony's shoulder. If he started drooling on him, Tony would have no problems with pushing Steve out of the bed. And it still was the nice option.

"Ugh, I don't think I slept at all," T2 admitted in a pained voice, closing his eyes tight, "you make a lot of ruckus too you know."

"Uh, what?" Tony asked back. He remembered seeing T2 perfectly still the whole night, not flinching even once or giving any other signs of being awake.

"Each time you moved to quiet one of them, you made me awake all over again. Also, you snore too," T2 said, opening his eyes and jutting his lower lip forward.

"You snore too!" Tony argued back, clearly in self-defense.

"Can't be as bad as this one," T2 said through a yawn, pointing with his head to his Steve. "Or that one," he continued, meaning the other Steve.

Tony mellowed down. He and T2 were on the same page here. And somewhere deep, deep down he did feel a bit bad for keeping the other him awake.

"You know, I would still take his snoring in favor of the other sound that comes from him during the night," Tony said, trying to lighten up the mood.

"What do you mean?" T2 asked, his face showing some interest.

"I mean that when the evening earlier he binges on ice cream or pizza with double cheese," Tony explained, trying to keep his smile to minimum and voice neutral, while he watched the spreading glee on T2's face. "No amount of scented candles can help. I think I would be even scared to light up a match near him."

"Noooo," T2 whined, voice cracking with laughter.

"Yes," Tony nodded, finally smiling, "I swear, one night our covers didn't even touch the bed, they just kept floating in the air."

T2 buried his face in the pillow, shoulders shaking with laughter. Tony gave him a minute, just enjoying seeing the other him giggling away. It was a cute sight.

"I am glad mine has a nuts allergy, it just makes his tongue bigger," T2 said after his giggling fit was over. Then his smiling face changed into a more mischievous one. "Actually, sometimes we use it to our advantage."

"Now you are just bragging," Tony narrowed his eyes, and T2 laughed happily. He stopped laughing, when more rumbling snores filled the room, this time coming from both soldiers.

"I guess we are getting up?" T2 asked while Tony was busy rolling his eyes at the soldier glued to his back.

"Yeah. Let them go deaf alone," Tony said, gently moving Steve's hands and wriggling himself out from the covers and making a wobbly way out of the bed, trying not to step on anyone.

"You don't mean that," T2 cooed, untangling himself from his Steve's hold. He yelped softly when a hand grabbed his ankle and T1 pulled on it, dragging him all the way down the mattress until he reached the end of the bed and a good portion of his legs was out.

"I kinda mean that," Tony said, lack of sleep making him cranky. He lifted the covers up and saw T2's smiling and amused face. T2 liked to be manhandled a bit too much, but Tony could understand that just as much enjoying manhandling the other him.

"Let's go, before I lose my hearing," Tony urged when snoring became louder, and he pulled T2 up and to himself.

"Breakfast?" T2 asked hopefully, grabbing some basic clothes for him and T1 on their way out.

"Coffee. Lots," Tony groaned, tilting his head back. "And I have no strength to cook. We will do what we always do on days like this."

T2 giggled, handing T1 a tank top and sweat pants. "Order food and push it as our cooking?"

"Shhh!" T1 quieted the other him, shooting a quick glance at their, hopefully, sleeping boyfriends. There was a limited number of times they could impress Steves with unburnt omelets and poached eggs on toast. Seemed that their secret would remain safe, judging on the ongoing snoring.

"Coffee?" T2 reminded.

"Coffee," Tony nodded and they both walked out of the bedroom.

***

Three refills of coffee and one waffle delivery later, Steves walked into the kitchen, looking fresh and chipper.

"Morning, honey," Steve said warmly, kissing Tony's cheek for hello. Tony grumbled his greeting back, still sucked to a coffee cup, letting caffeine fuel him.

"Morning," S2 smiled at his Tony and went to him first, T2 already putting his cheek out for his kiss and smiling back, because he was the yin to Tony's yang. "Breakfast smells great," he said, smelling warm waffles and butter and syrup.

"That's not breakfast, that's me," T2 flirted with a charming smile.

"Um, Tony…" Steve said insecurely, noticing the almost empty bag of coffee on the counter and the overpowering aroma of coffee in the air. "I think you should slow down."

Tony growled from behind his cup. He would need a nap later for sure. Seeing T2 and S2 cooing to each other was not helping him either.

"He is cranky because he didn't get a lot of sleep today!" T2 explained before Steve could ask what already ruined his boyfriend mood. "You two had a snoring contest."

"Oh," Steve grimaced, watching Tony's grumpy face. "Why- why didn't you go to the second bedroom?" he asked. Seemed logical to him.

Tony put the empty cup away from his lips. He looked Steve straight in the eyes, huffing a bit, looking agitated. "Because you are warm."

Steve waited for something to follow. Nothing did, as if that explanation should be enough.

"Oh," Steve said because no better thing came to his mind. Well, that was almost flattering. Taking advantage of the silent moment, S2 slipped in between them and gave Tony a good morning kiss, quickly moving away. Of course, on the lips, as Tony turned his head to match S2's. How come Tony seemed more angry at him than S2? That reminded him that he better hurry up and give a good morning kiss to the other Tony or he would just end with both Tonys being angry, but if he would walk away now, it would just make his Tony angrier and there was no good solution here.

"I - I promise to not snore ever again?" Steve said, clearly not believing his own words. He just panicked and said the first thing he thought that could amend the situation.

Tony eyed him for a bit longer, before his chest jumped with a huff of laughter, his shoulders relaxing and not so tight anymore. He put the cup away and used his free hand to put at the back of Steve's neck, urging him closer and stood on his toes, nuzzling into Steve's face, his nose tracing soldier's cheek in a tender move before he rubbed their noses together for few seconds. When they drew apart, Tony's gaze was soft and he looked less tense.

"Let's eat while it is still warm," Tony decided, walking around his Steve and joining the other couple at the table.

Well, that went surprisingly easy. Usually Tony liked to make things more dramatic. Maybe he had just the right amount of coffee to mellow down. Steve turned around and joined the breakfast chaos, and he caught Tony's love filled gaze on him, just as if Steve was something very precious. And Steve smiled, taking Tony's hand in his and thinking the exact same thing about Tony.

***

Hours later, Tony was stumbling down the corridor, his head dropping down. The lack of sleep was catching up on him, and he desperately needed a nap. A short, power nap. He had a full right to a nap after the poor quality sleep he got the last night.

"Ack!" Tony yelped in protest when he was tackled against the wall before he could reach the bedroom. He opened his mouth to voice his protest out, but a warm palm pressed to his mouth, silencing him.

"Shhh. Don't say a word."

A very nice shudder ran through Tony's body at the low, husked out voice whispering in his ear. He felt a muscled body pressing into his back, towering over him and hips grinding into his ass. Seemed that Steve came to make up for the awful night he had caused. It wasn't needed, but very welcomed, and Tony would happily let himself be carried to the bedroom for some private time.

"Hands on the wall."

Oh. That was new. Suddenly all the sleep was gone. Steve wanted to make out here? Here in the middle of the corridor, where T2 or S2 could stumble on them any second?

"Do it."

It was not a request. Feeling hot all over, Tony pressed both palms to the cool wall, keeping his arms outstretched. It was almost as if he was a criminal and Steve was a policeman, ready to pat him down. Well, that was a nice scenario for a role play.

"Don't move."

Tony nodded. Steve's hand was still firmly pressed to his mouth and it was getting a whole lot exciting.

"And stay quiet. You don't want anyone walking on us, do you?"

A whole, whole lot exciting. When moist, plumps lips touched his ear and moved all the way down, grazing his neck in a delicate pattern, Tony moved his head back, a small whimper escaping him, muffled by the hand. Little, playful nip on his collarbone and Tony rolled his bitten arm.

"Shh."

One big hand cupped his jawline, palm sliding down, brushing his neck firmly and making his breath short for a while. Tony didn't mind a little rough play. Down the middle of his chest, the touch becoming lighter at the scar the arc reactor left and Tony was really grateful for that. He didn't need a panic attack setting in. Not when it was getting so good, and Steve caressed his stomach, pressing on the skin under his hand and moved all the way down, stopping at the edge of his tank top and sliding easily into his pants. It was common knowledge that on his free days, Tony liked to go commando and Steve didn't pause for a second feeling bare, heated skin, already expecting that. Fingers pressing into his lower belly, curling into the soft skin and Tony snapped his head up, some involuntary giggle escaping, barely hearable as Steve kept his hand stubbornly pressed to his lips.

"Oh, this is a sensitive spot, right?"

More whispering and four fingers kept gently digging into the soft spot, slowly and teasingly. Tony giggled more, shaking his head and curling in himself slightly, his hands sliding a bit down on the wall. Steve pressed his hips firmer into Tony's, helping him to stay upright.

"I would use both hands, but you will just disobey me and make a lot of noise, wouldn't you? You can be a very loud one."

As to confirm his words, Steve dug his fingertips into the soft lower belly and squeezed the skin repeatedly. Tony jumped, more muffled laughter and breath coming out in short, hot waves. His arms startled to tremble with effort of keeping them in place. A wet kiss on his neck, probably a reward for not moving during the short tickle attack.

"Fortunately, one hand is enough for what I have planned."

The hand splayed on his lower belly, covering more skin, and Tony's breath stopped in anticipation. South or north. Both options sounded equally lovely. Both made him feel incredibly nervous and giddy.

When Steve decided on his direction, Tony rolled his stomach, following the movement.

North.

Oh boy.

The hand stopped under his shirt, pressing into the middle of his stomach, his belly button directly under the middle of the palm. Tony couldn't help, and whimpered, feeling that he was in trouble.

"You will enjoy this."

The touch lightened and a finger pressed directly on his outie, already sending an electric like feeling through his whole body. A gentle pressure, pushing on the ticklish spot and Tony started to giggle frantically, his whole body shivering and becoming heated.

"Or more of, I will enjoy this."

Of course.

Everything got blocked out. Tony felt only the light tickle on his outie, his mind reading the feeling as devastating and making his whole body numb, as he continued to laugh, the sound coming out as choked and snorted, obscured by the hand on his lips. He didn't care how ridiculous he sounded, not when the finger on his outie was driving him insane, lightly touching and rubbing, never leaving or stopping, despite the constant hips rocking Tony did, almost as if dancing. Then two fingers, rubbing the small nub in circular motions. It tickled so, so intense, but then another feeling joined. Hot and dizzying, bunching up all his nerves.

"Wow," Steve whispered, always in awe how proper stimulation on Tony's outie could both tickle and make him aroused. "You are amazing, you know that?" Steve whispered with love, continuing the touch, feeling the breathed out giggles and moans on his palm, and almost making Tony's knees buckle.

When Steve pinched delicately the small nub between his fingers, Tony almost exploded with laughter. When he used his fingers to rub the very sides of the outie, Tony continued to shrill in laughter and tried to suck his belly in. All this was accompanied by the hot, tingling feeling spreading all over his limbs. His hands were slowly giving up and he didn't have enough of will power to keep them on the wall anymore, but he didn't want to stop their play either, so he came up with a different plan. Using the wall as leverage, Tony pushed himself away, bumping his back into Steve's chest and falling with all his weight on him, he raised his arms up and threw over Steve's neck, fingers intertwining on the nape to help himself stay in place. Steve, a little shocked at first, felt a loving, serene feeling taking over him, with Tony being so open and presenting himself to him. That truly was something special. He won't waste this opportunity.

Steve rolled Tony's shirt up to his chest and used his knuckles to brush over the quivering stomach, up from the ribs, ending on the pant line. Five fingers drawing horizontal lines over the middle, often catching on the belly button, brushing it over and over again. Tony's arms and legs felt limp, but his torso was straight and skin tight as a drum, belly forming a gentle slope, Steve's fingers were following. Somehow during his wiggling, Steve's hand slid down from his lips and stopped only on the lower lip and Tony could laugh properly. It was short-lived when strong fingers poked softly into his mouth, two fingers placed on his lower teeth. Tony bit gently on them, understanding that he was still supposed to be quiet, but it was becoming so good and so hot, his breath coming out in short waves and giggles mixing with delighted, short moans.

A thumb pressed strongly to his belly button and pushed, rubbing on the little numb, and Tony's eyes rolled to the back in delight, all his nerves lighting up with a shimmering, ticklish feeling. Huh. That was new for both of them and Steve was pleasantly surprised with the reaction before he got back to more traditional techniques. Some more circles rubbed directly on his outie, and Tony felt the hot feeling growing in him and stirring his insides, a delightful ringing in his ears becoming louder and louder until he snapped his hips forward and his vision darkened at the edges as he moaned and laughed and came.

The hold around Steve's neck loosened. Steve moved both of his hands to held Tony under his arms, feeling that his boyfriend was slipping to the floor, exhausted and limbless.

"Hey, easy now."

Steve was gentle and spoke in a soothing voice, turning Tony around, their chests pressing together. The sight almost knocked the breath out of him. Tony was flushed and panting, his eyes sparkling with post orgasm bliss. What made Steve's blood flow faster was that when Tony looked up at him, eyes bright and mouth slightly opened, he saw that Tony wasn't as exhausted as Steve assumed he was. No, he clearly wanted more. Tony surged up, pressing their lips together in a needy, deep kiss, climbing on Steve and entangling fingers into blonde hair, one leg already hooked around soldier’s hip, his whole body pushing into him, silently asking to be lifted up and carried somewhere more private. Or even here, Tony didn't care, as long as he would get more of that.

"Ummm… What's going on here?"

Steve broke the kiss, hearing the other him behind his back. He looked to the back, admittedly looking startled for a second. Tony looked too, thinking that good that S2 showed up because he wanted to be in a threesome with both Steves for a long, long time and maybe it was the right moment to propose that when-

It was his Steve. The one with the stunned, shocked expression on his face, standing in the corridor.

Tony blinked and took a proper look at the Steve he basically had climbed over and got lost in his arms. It was S2.

Oh, that was a bit awkward. Just a bit.

Before anything else could happen, S2 grinned that smug, practiced smile, scooping Tony up and walking to Steve.

"Here, I warmed him up for you," he winked and handed Tony over to other him and Tony clung to his soldier.

"The heck-" Steve protested, but still held Tony close, his voice lost when he saw how flushed and bothered Tony looked.

"One out of three," S2 said proudly and walked away, smug and pleased with himself.

"Where are you -" Steve didn't finish, noticing S2 walking into the bedroom they all shared. And he was pretty sure that earlier today, T2 had collapsed in bed, claiming that he was too tired and needed to get some sleep.

"Steve."

Steve looked back at Tony. At his heated cheeks, half-lidded, glazed eyes. He was clinging to him and Steve felt the short breath and rapidly beating heart. Tony pushed on Steve, urging him and Steve was a weak, weak man.

Just like S2 earlier, he scooped Tony up and carried away into the bedroom not occupied by the other couple, and Tony laughed in delight, already kissing and gently biting on Steve's ear to get him faster in the mood.

Some things could wait.

***

"How did you do that?"

S2 shut his sketchbook close. He turned his head to the side, eyes meeting with S1, who was leaning over the couch back, looking down at him.

"Did what?" S2 asked, tapping fingers on the hardcover. He was getting in the zone when he had to be interrupted.

"You know what," Steve replied, sounding somehow irritated. And not only because he clearly saw the other him sketching not his nr 1 boyfriend.

There it was. That sly, self-pleased grin showing on S2's face. Steve already felt tense.

"You mean how I made your boyfriend climb you like a tree?"

Steve could reply something snarky. Something very ironic and full of sarcasm, just to shut the other him up. He was fully capable of that. Just, curiosity won over.

"Yeah," Steve admitted with a sigh, dropping his fight stance, "that."

After S1's confession, S2 changed his tone too, his smile dimming into a nicer, gentler one. Even more genuine than his practiced smirk. Steve liked that smile more.

"Well, before I answer that, let me ask you a very fair question," S2 said, and S1 nodded, giving him permission, "have you ever slept with a woman?"

"WHAT?!" Steve burst out, feeling his cheeks burning. S2 was looking back at him, no snark in his posture or voice, just waiting for the answer. And Steve felt very hot under his collar. Okay, he felt a lot closer to S2 since he got here, but such information was not something he was ready to share yet. Some things were supposed to stay only between him and his Tony.

"What it has to do with anything, anyway?" Steve asked, nervously tugging on the neckline of his shirt.

S2 looked at him with pity. S1 didn't intend to correct him. Let the asshole think what he wanted. Oh, he was calling S2 an asshole again. That didn't happen for a while.

"I am gonna leave you with this," S2 said, standing up and tucking his sketchbook under his arm, "think what women have and what Tony has."

Steve's forehead creased in confusion. That didn't make any sense. He watched S2 walk away in the kitchen direction. Well, that wasn't helpful at all and felt like a waste of time. He should know that S2 won't give him a clear answer.

And then it hit him. His face exploded with a whole new shade of red, one that should be named after him.

"S2!"

At the outraged scream coming from the living room, S2 just smiled, clearly pleased with himself, not stopping smearing bread with butter even for a second.

***

"You mad?"

Steve didn't answer. He was on the couch, in the exact spot S2 was minutes ago. He was hunched, elbows resting on his knees, one hand on top of the other, and he put his chin on them, lips thinned. Stubborn eyes.

S2 took another bite out of his sandwich, chewing slowly. He didn't feel remorseful at all.

"If you stop brooding, I will give you the rest of my sandwich."

No reaction. Maybe even the frown on Steve's face got bigger. Was S2 offering him leftovers?

"Ugh. You want to see what I sketched?"

That got S1's attention. He finally looked at the other him.

S2 smiled softly. He pushed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and sat next to Steve, opening his sketchbook. After he swallowed the sandwich, he went through the pages, explaining what he drew and why sharing his memories with Steve.

And it was sweet again.

***

Not so sweet when lunchtime came. Steve and Tony were already in the kitchen, setting the table for four, reheating some leftover Chinese food from last day. Steve put some freshly made rice on the table, intended to go with sweet and sour pork and lemon chicken and some leftover spring rolls no one had room left for, when the other couple entered the kitchen, T2, a little ruffled and dazed and smiling sweetly, having experienced a very nice wake up from his long nap, S2 smiling proud and following his boyfriend.

"Two out of three," S2 said to Steve, grabbing a spring roll and biting into it.

Steve scoffed, the scoff going unnoticed when Tonys started to chatter with each other.

If S2 wanted to be an asshole again, S1 won't make it easy for him.

***

It happened sooner than Steve thought. After lunch, Steve stayed in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes. Minutes later, S2 came back, standing behind Steve and pressing into him.

S1 paused his work. He rearranged his grasp on the sponge and let S2's hands travel along his body, caressing his torso.

"Going for three out of three?" S1 asked, pretending to be interested. He felt S2's grin pressed to his neck. Hook, line, and sinker.

"You know it."

Steve hummed. He turned around in S2's arm and looked deep into his eyes. "Not gonna happen," he said strongly, pushing the sponge into S2's chest, leaving a wet mark on his shirt. "Finish washing the dishes."

Stunned, S2 opened his mouth, watching Steve walking away, a pleased smile on his lips. Huh. How the roles reversed.

"You are killing my vibe, S1!" S2 called, but obediently dipped his hands in the water and resumed the choir.

S1 only kept smiling, considering it a win. If S2 wanted it, he would make him work for it.

***

The game of cat and mouse lasted for the rest of the day. S2 tried to surprise S1 any occasion he got, and S1 always managed to wriggle away, finding himself something more urgent to do instead. The epitome of pathetic make out attempts was reached when late evening Steve walked out of the shower and into the bedroom, a towel on his hips and another one wiping his hair dry and saw S2 spread on the top of the covers. One of his hands was behind his head, the other one laid down casually along his side, one knee bent. Completely naked. Honestly, the only thing that was missing was a rose between his teeth.

"Seriously, dude?" Steve asked, eyeing the other him in disbelief. The asshole could be stubborn.

"You know you want me," S2 said in a sultry whisper.

"You know I could just go back to the bathroom and jerk myself off while looking in the mirror, that would be like making out with you."

S2 grimaced. That was something he didn't think of before. "Oh, come on, man!" he whined, losing his cool and making S1 giggle. "Don't be mean!"

"Mean?" S1 continued to giggle. "Why do you want this anyway? You already had both Tonys."

S2 zipped his mouth. There was an answer to it, but he was not keen on sharing. Steve felt that maybe it was more serious than he initially assumed and sat down on the bed, next to S2's legs.

"Come on. Tell me," Steve asked, no snark, no irony, just kindness.

S2 dropped his head, feeling that it was time for honesty hour. "I just need to feel on top again," he mumbled his answer out.

"What?" Steve asked in disbelief, while S2 stubbornly avoided his gaze. "What does that even mean- oh. Is it because of what happened yesterday?"

S2's head got even lower and he whimpered something, clearly embarrassed. Of course, he had fun with his Tony. He loved seeing his boyfriend's smiling face and the love-filled look when Steve gave himself over. Just letting go of control was not easy for him. He needed to feel in control again.

Steve tried to hold back a smile. It wasn't a mean one, but a fond one, while he thought how unreasonable the other he was. Then again, he could imagine what it was so hard for the other him to drop his male alpha act.

"Alright. Three out of three," Steve agreed, tossing the towels aside, deciding to let the other him have this win. S2 perked up at that. "But only because you are stupid and you look cute while being stupid."

"I will take that," S2 nodded, watching S1 climbing over him until their bodies aligned. The kiss was slow and gentle, filling them both with a sweet, soothing feeling.

"You still didn't tell me if you ever slept with a woman," S2 reminded into the kiss.

Instead of feeling offended, S1 smiled. His counterpart shared two secrets with him today and Steve felt a lot closer to him, finally witnessing the more vulnerable side, S2 was so desperate to hide away from everyone. S1 still called the other him an asshole in his mind, but it was a lot fonder and warm than earlier today.

"If you make as limp and dazed as Tonys, I will tell you," Steve bargained in a honeyed voice.

A smile spread over S2's lips. Real and honest. Beautiful.

"Can do, doll," S2 took Steve by the shoulders and reversed their positions, getting Steve on his back, while he hovered above him, before sinking down.

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bechloerules-blog · 6 years

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Obviously

A Bechloe songfic (I guess?) :: 1,800+ words. Includes use of ‘Obviously’ by McFly, which you can listen to here

Set about six weeks after the end of PP3. Author’s note and excuses at the end.

I suppose I should mention this is a bit angsty as well.

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"FINALLY! Where have you been? This is an EMERGENCY!" Chloe had barely opened the apartment door before she was greeted with the loud exclamation.

"Amy, calm down, I had to finish an assignment at the library. What's going on?" Despite her friend's elevated excitement levels, Chloe had learnt not to become too concerned until she established what the 'emergency' actually consisted of. Amy's definition of the term was surprisingly broad.

The Australian took a deep breath in an effort to try and calm herself. "Okay... So you know how I do that thing where I monitor everything Beca does on her computer without her knowing?"

"WHAT?!" Chloe's mouth was hanging open in response to this revelation. Amy looked confused, then slightly sheepish.

“Oh... I never told you that?"

"Um, NO." Chloe folded her arms. Ever since they had returned from their European tour, more and more details of Amy's shady past had come to light. At this point, Chloe could well believe that Amy was capable of hacking into Beca's laptop. Or at least, knowing someone who could. She was about to berate her friend for the intrusion of privacy when a horrible thought suddenly occurred to her. "Wait, you can't do that on my laptop... can you?"

"Chloe, we're getting off topic. Now come and look at this."

Chloe reluctantly did as she was instructed and walked over to the kitchen table, but not without regarding Amy suspiciously first. She knew she wouldn't be able to get a decent answer out of her friend while she was so fixated on something else, but resolved to return to the subject later.

And maybe buy a new laptop.

As she turned her attention to the tablet Amy was holding, she saw a window with the title 'Remote Connection' and a single file sitting in a folder. It was simply entitled 'Track 1'. "What's that?"

"I found it on Beca's computer. You need to listen to it."

"Is it a song? Oh my god! Is it her first single?!" Chloe’s face lit up, and any previous concern for Beca’s privacy was swiftly forgotten.

Amy looked away nervously for a moment. "Ummm, I don't think so. I think this is more of a personal type of thing."

"What makes you think that?"

"Maybe you should just listen to it." Amy pressed play on the file before Chloe could ask any more questions and the steady strumming of an acoustic guitar began to fill the room. As the vocals kicked in after a short intro, Chloe recognised who was singing immediately.

Recently I've been

Hopelessly reaching

Out for this girl

Who's out of this world

Believe me

Amy was watching Chloe's expression carefully. So far it had been neutral, as the redhead just listened carefully to the song, trying to hear all the different elements to it. But she had a feeling that was about to change.

She's got a boyfriend

He drives me round the bend

'Cause he's 23

He's in the Marines

He'd kill me

Just as Amy expected, Chloe's expression morphed into one of faint surprise. These lyrics were starting to sound oddly specific. She opened her mouth to ask Amy a question, but the blonde just held up a finger to indicate she should remain silent and listen.

So many nights now

I find myself thinking about her now

'Cause obviously,

She's out of my league

But how can I win?

She keeps dragging me in

And I know I

Never will be good enough for her.

No, no,

Never will be good enough for her.

Chloe looked up at Amy for some sort of confirmation or explanation, but none was forthcoming. She wanted to believe that Beca was singing about her. She did, after all, have a boyfriend who was in the Marines. But she was surprised by the overall sentiment of the song, Beca sounded so utterly defeated.

Gotta escape now

Get on a plane now, yeah

Off to L.A.

And that's where I'll stay, for two years

I'll put it behind me

(I'll put it behind me)

Go to a place where she can't find me

The similarities were too hard to deny now. Chloe's shock was growing with each line, and not least because Beca must have written this herself - it was always something she claimed she couldn't do.

'Cause obviously,

She's out of my league

I'm wasting my time

'Cause she'll never be mine

And I know I

Never will be good enough for her

Chloe couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How could Beca think that she wouldn’t want her? Admittedly, she was sort of dating Chicago now, but had Beca really not noticed all of the signs she had sent over the years? As Chloe continued to reflect on the lyrics, she started to wonder whether the signs had been the problem. She had only ever hinted at her feelings, and never explicitly confirmed anything. Did Beca think Chloe had just been playing some kind of game?

She's out of my hands

And I never know where I stand

'Cause I'm not good enough for her

The emotion in Beca's voice was evident and Chloe found her eyes welling with tears in response. The idea that Beca would be feeling so inadequate, so despondent because of her was causing her heart to physically ache.

'Cause obviously,

She's out of my league

I'm wasting my time

'Cause she'll never be mine

And I kno-

The lyrics cut out abruptly. For a moment, Chloe thought there was something wrong with the track. But as the guitar continued on and Beca's voice returned a a few bars later, it quickly became clear what had happened. The raw edge to the vocals that hadn’t been there previously revealed the singer was now crying, and it was the lump in her throat that had caused her voice to crack.

Chloe's right hand flew up to her mouth to try and prevent a ragged sob of her own from escaping, but she was only able to stifle it. She had all but forgotten that Amy was standing right next to her until she found herself being pulled in to a thoroughly needed hug.

As the song ended, Chloe made no effort to move from her current position. Her mind was flooded with questions, and she quickly found that she didn’t have answers to any of them. "What do I do?" She eventually asked quietly, her voice conveying the sheer helplessness she was feeling at that moment, even if it wasn't already evident from the tears still falling down her face.

Amy sighed and pulled back from the embrace so she could look Chloe in the eye. She gave the redhead's shoulders a squeeze and then very firmly replied "You're going to L.A."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Look, it's been fun watching you two over the past few years, the whole will they / won't they thing..." Amy turned away from Chloe and proceeded to walk over to her bed as she continued to explain. " ... but it's just getting ridiculous." The Australian made a slight grunt as she picked up a fully packed suitcase. "We all knew it was only a matter of time once her and the Treble broke up. But then you went and got it on with Captain America instead." Amy walked back over to where Chloe was standing, noting how lost and desperate she looked. "Only now it seems like she's finally realised she likes you. I mean seriously, for someone who mixes music for a living she's got like, the worst timing..."

Chloe's mind was scrambling to keep up with what was happening, but there was far too much to process. She was trying to listen to what Amy was saying but she kept missing bits. And now for some reason, there was a suitcase being shoved into her arms. "What's this for?"

"I told you. You're going to L.A. You two are going to sort this out once and for all. You’re all packed, and there's a car outside ready to take to you the airport. There will be someone there to meet you at the other end and take you to Beca's apartment."

Chloe was beyond confused, and a fresh set of tears formed in her eyes as she tightened her grip on the suitcase she was now holding. On the one hand she wanted nothing more than to drop everything and run to Beca immediately. But at this point Chloe didn’t even know if she would be welcome. The fact that she’d been hearing less and less from her friend had not gone unnoticed, but she’d assumed it was due to Beca’s hectic new lifestyle. She never imagined she was being actively avoided. "I don't-- I can't..."

"Why not? Was it the song? Yeah, I didn't really like it either-"

"No, it's not... I just... do you really think that-"

"Yes." Amy replied without letting Chloe finish the question. She knew what she was going to ask.

"And the song was definitely-"

"YES."

"And you think I should-"

"YES!!” Amy’s exasperation was coming through loud and clear. “Oh my God, Chloe, if you don't get out of this apartment in the next five seconds I am going to burn your Bellas scarf. 1..." Chloe knew the threat was serious. It was also perhaps one of the most effective ones Amy could have chosen. She quickly wiped her eyes to remove the last of her tears then headed towards the door. "...2..."

"Wait- where am I even going?"

"Don't worry, it's all sorted, just head downstairs, the driver has all the tickets. 3..."

Amy was continuing to count as Chloe grabbed her coat and picked up her keys. As she opened the door, and despite the fact that the Amy was now up to 4, she turned to her friend. "Thanks." Chloe offered sincerely, with a weak smile.

"Don't mention it. Now GO!" Chloe nodded, and finally left the apartment.

Once Amy was alone, she turned back to the table and picked up the tablet. It would be several hours before Chloe landed in L.A. and it looked like the battery on Beca's laptop was getting low. That was good. If it was low now, she would definitely need to charge it before Chloe arrived.

Which meant Amy wouldn’t have to worry about the battery dying while she was listening in later...

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As Chloe headed downstairs and out of the apartment building, she briefly contemplated turning around. Was she really going along with this? Was this whole idea insane?

But some other, more powerful part of her mind overruled the objection and she stepped out onto the street, where a black Audi with tinted windows appeared to be waiting for her. As the driver got out and opened the passenger door for her, she knew she must be doing the right thing.

"Get in." Aubrey commanded.

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A/N: Okay, so I heard this song and because of the lyrics immediately thought of Beca producing it or something. And I _know_ the original is not exactly her sound, so I’m thinking that her version would be slower, and in a different key.

It started off as a one-shot, but as I was writing it I started to think about how a second part might actually play out. So if you liked it enough to want a part two, or if you'd prefer I never wrote anything ever again, just let me know.

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certifiedmapletree · 7 years

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A Malfunctioning Relationship

Summary: Bucky’s arm malfunctions during an intimate moment, almost injuring you. So he decides to go to a fellow engineer teammate for help. He really wishes he hadn’t.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2426

You wake up with a metal arm and a human arm wrapped around your waist. You smile to yourself and turn over to look at your boyfriend’s sleeping face. He feels you move and squeezes his arms tighter around you.

“Don’t leave yet. I’m not letting go.” He mumbles. You chuckle and brush the hair out of his face. He places his hand over yours so it cups his cheek.

“Buck, you know we have training today, right? You keep staring at me while you’re supposed to be shooting the enemy. We can’t have another London incident. What if Steve hadn’t been there?”

Bucky opens an eye and smiles. “I can always count on you or your brother to save my ass, now can’t I?”

You remove your hand from his face and lightly hit his chest. “Yeah, well you still need to work on it. Sometimes it’s weird how much you stare at me.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I thought that dating someone for a year meant unlimited staring time, doll.” A seductive glint flashes across his eyes and he waggles his eyebrows. “Guess I’ll have to pay extra for that?”

You roll your eyes and try to escape his grip. “You know Tony has the vitals and condition of everyone in the tower, right? I don’t want Thor barging in here again asking why our hearts were beating ‘unnaturally fast’ again.”

“He likes you. I’m sure he’ll listen to your explanation.”

You glare at him but he just smiles, moving so that he’s on top of you. In this position, you stop trying to get free and stare up into Bucky’s eyes. He does the same and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His human arm cups your cheek and his metal arm is next to your head, supporting his weight. You start weaving your fingers through his long hair when you hear a weird mechanical sound. You pull away, confused, looking at Bucky. He’s about to say something when he crashes down on top of you. He quickly rolls off and you cough. He gives you a worried look, hoping you’re okay. You cough again and sit up.

“Well, that was an experience.” You said gently rubbing your collarbone area.

“An experience!? I fell on top of you! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Do you need medical attention? What if I broke you!?” He says incredulously. You ruffle his hair and shake your head. “It’s okay, Buck. I’m fine. Just a little winded.”

He sits up and puts his head in his hands, struggling to fully move his metal arm. He looks down at the limb and tries to find out why it isn’t working. You’re discretely trying to catch your breath, so that Bucky doesn’t worry any more than he is already. You steady your breathing and turn to face your distressed boyfriend.

You gently pull his metal arm away from his face and he looks up at you. You give him a reassuring smile and lay it across your lap. You trace your fingers up the entire length of the arm, but don’t see anything wrong with it or out of place. You reach the part where the metal meets flesh and you hesitate to examine the area. Bucky gives you a small nod before you continue. You gingerly graze your fingers over the area and see a small wire poking out between the two different parts of his arm. You accidentally brush over it but don’t realize it until it’s too late. Bucky’s arm jerks and you feel a blow to the stomach. You slide back a few inches on the bed and immediately clutch your stomach. Bucky frantically looks at you and then at his arm.

“Shit! Okay, I’m not going to lie, that actually did really hurt.” You say groaning.

“Alright, I need to go and find Stark so he can fix this. I don’t want to beat you up anymore.” Bucky says getting off the bed. He comes to the other side and kisses your forehead.

“That’s probably a good idea. I’ll go with you.”

“No way, not in your condition. Just get some rest okay? I’ll figure it out.” He says leaving the room.

You sigh and sit against the pillows. Your stomach and chest do still kind of hurt. You laugh to yourself, not surprised how this morning has turned out. You and Bucky seem to have a lot of issues when it comes to suggestive romantic situations. On Monday, Tony decided to test new fire-resistant materials for the team’s suits.

It was 3 a.m. You and Bucky had just gotten back to the tower, returning from a successful mission. You figured no one would be awake, so you two barely got out of the elevator with any clothes on. When you finally made it to the bed, the sprinklers started going off and there were robots with fire extinguishers bursting into every room. It turned out Tony fell asleep and found out that the newest material he was testing was, in fact, not fire-resistant.

The week before, you and Bucky thought you two were alone in the tower since everyone else was seeing a movie.

Feeling full of adrenaline, you and Bucky flew at each other on the couch in the main floor living room like you had magnets in your clothes. That’s when your night was ruined by Tony’s tech, again.

“Mr. Stark would like me to deliver a message.” FRIDAY announces. “Alright kids, don’t think Uncle Tony doesn’t check up on the tower when he’s not there. He also specifically checks to see if people are doing it on his couch and he really doesn’t appreciate that. In other words, get a damn room and skedattle!” Tony said, his face appearing on the giant plasma screen.

You’re starting to fall asleep but the sound of your brother yelling your name alerts you. You roll over and see a frantic Steve Rogers in your doorway.

“Steve, what are you yelling for?” You groan burying your face back in your pillow.

He looks at you confused. “Why do your body statistics say you’re injured? You look like you haven’t even left your room today.” He says leaning against the door frame.

“Gee thanks bro, that’s because I haven’t. Bucky’s arm malfunctioned this morning and he may or may not have accidently fell on me.” You say lifting your head as your cheeks redden.

“He, fell on you?” Steve asks slowly.

“And he may have accidently punched me in the stomach too.” You say sheepishly.

“He punched you in the- you realize that he could’ve seriously hurt you right? He’s bigger and stronger than you, I mean, I can’t even take a punch from his other arm without having to take a break. And not to mention, he-”

“Wow, loving the sympathy, Steve. Thanks for that. I thought Captain America was supposed to be more empathic than this.” You say cutting him off. You shift uncomfortably and rub your chest again. Steve doesn’t miss this but says nothing.

“Yeah, well there’s an exception when it comes to sisters. It says in the handbook.” He says coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed. You move to sit next to him.

“Yeah? Well you just have to remember that next time I beat you in sparring like yesterday.” You say nudging his shoulder.

“That wasn’t a fair fight anyways. You didn’t have the sun in your eyes the whole time. But joking aside, are you okay?”

You’re about to answer but you start coughing right before you say it. Steve frowns at you and looks up at the ceiling.

“FRIDAY? Can you send a doctor in here please?”

“One has just been notified, Mr. Rogers.”

Your coughing fit stops and you shake your head.

“Steve, I’m fine. Trust me.”

“No, you obviously are having some respiratory issues. I’m sure the doc will tell you something that will help.” He says rubbing your back.

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“Well what seems to be the problem Buckaroo? What can my genius mind do for you today?” Tony asks Bucky, who’s sitting on a table in his lab.

“Why do you have to be the only one who can help me?” He mutters to himself. “There’s a wire close to where the metal bonds with flesh that’s sticking out. It makes my arm go all crazy and I can’t control it.”

Tony gets out some tools and steps closer to him. “Hmm, let’s see what it will show me. Mind giving me a hand? Maybe an arm?”

“Stark, I hate you.”

About half an hour later, Tony is all done with Bucky’s arm. He had to take some of the plating off of the arm to get to the problem, but there were no other hitches. “Okay Furiosa, everything should be fine and dandy now. Just don’t put too much strain on it maybe for the next hour. Some of the skin where I was working got irritated so I’m going to find something to put on it from in Bruce’s lab. You can go back to your missus, I’ll bring it up to you later.” Tony says patting the metal arm.

Bucky nods and gets off the table. “Thanks Stark, I owe you one.”

“Yeah how about next time we’re in London you don’t almost let me get shot because you’re ogling your girlfriend.” He says, his mouth in a straight line.

Bucky shrugs, “Steve had you covered. Besides, what good is that tin can you step into if it can’t withstand one shot?”

“Of course it can! But it really felt like all of our team building exercises were a waste.”

“I’m sorry Stark. Tell me when more team exercises are happening though, they’re so fun.” Bucky says sarcastically. He exits Tony’s lab and starts to head towards the exit. A booming voice stops him.

“Ah, Mr. Buchanan! What brings you down in these parts of the facility? Dr. Banner here is showing me some very interesting Midgard science that I’m not really understanding.”

Bucky turns and walks over to Bruce’s lab and hovers in the doorway. Thor is standing by a table with a microscope on it. Bruce is looking at computer screen behind the god. He turns and nods at Bucky.

“Thor, I’ve said this before, it’s Bucky.”

He looks confused. “Yes, but Stark said you prefer-”

Bucky shakes his head. “He was lying. Anyways, I just had some problems with my arm, but they’re all fixed now.”

Thor smiles brightly. “That’s excellent, Bucky! So it has been upgraded?”

“No, not quite, just fixed.”

“I’ve tried to offer upgrades to him before, Goldilocks, trust me.” Tony pops out of another room in Bruce’s lab holding multiple tubes of different lotions.

Bucky rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “I’ve declined because I don’t want be your next project, Tony.”

The engineer shrugs and reads through the tubes he’s holding. “Oh c'mon I could do so much. Sure you don’t want a vibrating feature? I could do it right now.”

Bucky is about to answer but Thor interjects. “Wait, why would he want that feature? Am I missing something? Banner, can you explain it?”

Bruce’s head shoots up and he looks around nervously. “Uh…”

“Don’t worry about it Thor, he’s just joking. I’ll see you later with something for my arm, right, Tony?” Bucky says ready to leave the awkward situation as quickly as possible.

Tony is already walking back into the other room. “Yeah, yeah. I just need to find the right kind. There’s like 300 things back here.”

Thor looks like he’s not going to drop the topic of a vibrating arm, so Bucky turns and exits right away. He heads to the elevator and leans against the wall letting out a long sigh. When it stops, he walks to his shared quarters, ready to flop down on the bed and give you a cuddle.

He walks in the bedroom and finds where you were earlier, just sitting in bed. You’re scrolling through your phone but look up and smile at your boyfriend. “Hey. Did you get all fixed up?”

He comes and lays down with his head in your lap. “Yep. Tony is coming up later to drop off some sort of a lotion because the skin by my arm got irritated or something.”

You set your phone down and brush your fingers through his hair. “Well I’m glad you’re okay, love. Steve was in earlier freaking out about my vitals and stuff.”

Bucky looks up at you. “So you’re saying nothing new happened?”

You smile again and start a little braid in his hair. “Yeah, he called in a doctor to come take a look at my chest and stomach. But there was nothing wrong. I’ll just be a little sore for the next few days. No marks and no bruises. It’s like nothing ever happened.”

He closes his eyes and furrows his brows. “Yeah, but it did happen. I still feel guilty. I don’t like you being in any pain at all, doll.”

You lean down and kiss his forehead. He moves so he’s next you and you climb on him. “I’m a fighter Buck. Besides, one little arm malfunction never would’ve killed me. It was an accident. No need to feel guilty.”

You kiss him again, this time on the lips. He pulls you closer, deepening it. His hands go from your back and travel down lower, pulling you up so you’re straddling him. Your hands are going towards the hem of his shirt when the inevitable happens.

“Mr. Barnes, Mr. Stark is arriving with the moisturizer you need.” FRIDAY says.

You reluctantly pull back and Bucky huffs out a very annoyed breath. “Damn you, Stark.”

You get off of your boyfriend and stifle a laugh. He stomps to the door and flings it open. Tony stands there with a bottle in his hand. He gives you a smile and you wave back.

“Here you go, heavy metal.” He glances down below Bucky’s waistband and lets out a laugh, handing him the bottle.

“Wow! Okay, here, take it! Looks like you needed it sooner than I thought. Bye lovebirds!”

Bucky looks down at the bottle and slams the door. He stalks back to the bed with a scowl on his face. You give him a confused look. He throws the bottle on the bed.

“It’s a bottle of lube.”

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thewebofslime · 5 years

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ARCHIVE ED MORRISSEY SHOW NEWSLETTERS × About that Podesta ‘underage sex-slaves’ Tweet from Andrew BreitbartSHARE ON FACEBOOKSHARE ON TWITTER About That Podesta ‘Underage Sex-Slaves’ Tweet From Andrew Breitbart LARRY O'CONNORPosted at 10:01 am on December 5, 2016 SHARE ON FACEBOOK SHARE ON TWITTER 0 Nefarious operators on the Internet (as well as some innocent, misinformed individuals) have been freaking out over a Tweet from the late Andrew Breitbart connecting John Podesta to a “underage sex slave” operation. SEE ALSO: Captain Marvel isn’t awful but it’s not top-tier Marvel either (some spoilers) TRENDING: Justice Alito shatters glass before Congressional testimony The reason this Tweet is suddenly getting responded to and re-tweeted thousands of times is because a recent conspiracy theory making the rounds about Podesta and the Clintons accuses the Democrat power-players of running an underage sex operation out of a pizza joint in DC. It’s the kind of story you’d find on the cover of Weekly World News (think “Bat Boy” and “Aliens visit Ross Perot before election” kind of stories) and other supermarket tabloids before the advent of the Internet. There are tons of websites who make a lot of money doing pretty odious things. One of those odious things is to purposely pass along fake stories to suck people in and make them think that even though a story seems completely unbelievable on its face, it’s true because it appears to have a legitimate news organization behind it. I know because once I was faked out for about 45 minutes by a story that I discovered on the Boston Globe’s website. (It had apparently originated on a satirical site) Another odious thing many websites do is to make money speculating about Andrew Breitbart. Some of them pass false conspiracy theories about Andrew being murdered by government operatives. Others spend thousands and thousands of words speculating about what Andrew would have thought, said or done about something happening in the current news cycle. The last thing I want to do is be that guy who tells you what Andrew thought or meant back when he was alive because everyone who interacted with him at the time has their own personal experience and not one of them is the whole truth. However, because of the confusion over this Tweet, I think some context and an explanation is called for. And, for some reason, Breitbart News has not stepped up and delivered it themselves. (I searched, if they have, I will update this column post haste.) Here is the text of Andrew’s Tweet, again: How prog-guru John Podesta isn’t household name as world class underage sex slave op cover-upperer defending unspeakable dregs escapes me. It’s a classic Andrew Tweet. His abbreviations, his invention of words (“cover-upperer”) tells me that this was probably Andrew’s work. I never really knew him to allow anyone to Tweet on his behalf but I suppose it’s possible at some point he did so without my knowledge. So, for our discussion let’s stipulate that it was Andrew who sent this out. What is he talking about? Anyone who knew Andrew well and worked closely in his sphere and knew what he would talk and Tweet about with regard to “underage sex slave(s)” and John Podesta, knows exactly what he is referring to: ACORN If you don’t remember James O’Keefe, Hanna Giles and the ACORN story that broke on Andrew’s Big Government website in 2009, here’s a quick description via Wikipedia,which has a lot of bogus takes on the story, but this brief description is correct: In July and August 2009, Giles and O’Keefe visited ACORN offices in Baltimore, Washington, D.C., Brooklyn, San Bernardino, San Diego, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, and Miami. Giles dressed as a prostitute, while O’Keefe wore white khakis with a blue dress shirt and/or tie and claimed to be her boyfriend. Giles and O’Keefe recorded the encounters using hidden cameras and pretended to be seeking advice on how to run an illegal business that included the use of underage girls in the sex trade. So the ACORN story that Andrew was intimately involved with, helped define his brand, and catapulted him into the media spotlight was a story about an underage sex slave operation. OK? So how does Podesta factor in as a “cover-upperer” of the ACORN sex slave story? Here’s the explanation from liberal Think Progress in 2009, a site overseen by John Podesta at that time as he was the head of Center for American Progress (CAP): In response to recently released videos of ACORN staff engaging in inappropriate and potentially unlawful activity, White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs said today that “the conduct you see on those tapes is completely unacceptable.” ACORN President Bertha Lewis released a statement explaining that the advocacy group for low- and moderate-income Americans will now conduct a “thorough review” of the organizations’ operation. CAP President John Podesta, who also sits on ACORN’s Advisory Council, said, “Accountability starts with knowing all the facts. ACORN, which is doing important work in advocating for lower-income Americans all across this country, is taking an important step today by acknowledging its need for reform and demonstrating its desire to take corrective action.” Yeah, talk about the fox watching the hen house. To prove ACORN did nothing wrong in the O’Keefe/Giles videos presented on Andrew’s website they asked Podesta, a partisan hack who sat on their own Advisory Council to investigate them. Here was Andrew’s take at the time in his Washington Times column: The next day, Clinton Chief of Staff John Podesta, the Democratic Party’s top fix-it guy with control over much of the left’s well-funded vast attack machinery (think George Soros, the Tides Foundation, et al.), was among a small advisory group placed in charge of investigating the matter. With the mainstream media continuing to ignore the evidence on the tapes, Mr. Podesta is now clearly in charge of feeding them information about his well-structured investigation into the investigators. The ACORN internal probe is a “war room” aimed at destroying the messengers and is not meant to clean up major corruption. Since Mr. Podesta was appointed to investigate ACORN, the only thing investigated has been the investigators, Mr. O’Keefe, Ms. Giles and the publisher of the journalism behind it, yours truly. Of course, his conclusions were that ACORN did nothing wrong and all the fault in the story lay at the feet of Breitbart. A conclusion picked up by Media Matters for America, a left-wing activist site that made it their goal in life to destroy Andrew Breitbart. MMfA turned the ACORN story into a cudgel with which to beat Andrew over the head, and did so hundreds of times, in an attempt to discredit anything he did. When the Anthony Weiner story first broke it was MMfA who pointed to ACORN as a reason why he should not be trusted and they pointed to the Podesta report as “evidence” for that theory. MMfA, not coincidentally, began their operations in office space borrowed from… wait for it…. John Podesta. So, who is John Podesta? He runs the Center for American Progress think tank, which in 2004 helped launch Media Matters for America, the well-funded watchdog outfit run by ex-conservative journalist David Brock, which feeds the media reams of anti-conservative documents that attempt to diminish the credibility of alternative media outlets. Here are Andrew’s words, again, from 2009: Both the CAP and Media Matters sites are focusing their attention on Ms. Giles, Mr. O’Keefe and me. Does anyone really think Mr. Podesta is investigating ACORN, when his well-greased external machinery is so blatantly investigating us? So get into Andrew’s head for a moment circa Feb, 2011. His entire sphere of reference at that time with regard to Podesta was in the context of his role creating left wing activist groups like CAP, ACORN and MMfA. Podesta had just joined the Obama Administration. Andrew was tweaking the media for giving Podesta a pass and celebrating the man who Andrew saw as his bete noir. And one of the most outrageous things Podesta did to Andrew, that the media never scrutinized, was his white-washing of the ACORN scandal. In other words, from Andrew’s perspective, Podesta was a “world class underage sex slave op cover-upperer defending unspeakable dregs .” That’s what the Tweet means, and anyone who tells you otherwise is up to something. TAGS:ACORNANDREW BREITBARTJOHN PODESTASEX SLAVETWEETTWITTERUNDERAGE SEX SHARE ON FACEBOOK SHARE ON TWITTER RELATED STORIES Eric Holder: Maybe we should pack the Supreme Court with two new Democratic justices in 2021 ALLAHPUNDIT Mar 09, 2019 2:31 PM Here we go. 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