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nyx22-blogs · 1 year
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How I think Bucky would deal with jealousy when someone flirted with you but didn't actually know he was being flirted with.
The two of you were out on a coffee date and it was going really well
Lots of conversation and flirting, especially on Bucky's side
The two of you were ready to order and the waiter came over
And this was where is went downhill
Bucky does not deal with jealousy well, even though he hides it
The waiter started talking to you, pretty much not looking at bucky..ever
The waiter started laughing with you over something, quickly angering Bucky
Bucky took your hands into his and glared at the waiter
You both quickly ordered after that
The waiter left quickly and you started to giggle
"What is it doll?"
"Jealous baby?" You laughed
"W-what no." Bucky said, his cheeks tinting a light pink
"Ok..." You said, knowing something he didn't
Eventually Bucky forgot about the whole incident and you both got your orders (from a different waiter) and ate
When the same waiter that Bucky really really disliked came back Bucky noticed something wrong with the check
The waiter wrote his number on the check...
Bucky was fuming before he read the rest of it, "347-621-2849, I'd like to go out with you sometimes if you're into that Bucky?"
"Oh" Bucky said
"Oh" you giggled
"You know, I do think I have a friend that would be interested in a date with this guy though." Bucky said
"Really, Who?" You mused
"Torres" Bucky said happily
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hansel-gg · 2 years
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🐱▶️🦁
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wheezerbuster · 2 months
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can someone explain
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look at the sheer muscle mass, and then theres
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?????????
like am i going insane or. is this mass CGI?? because in TFATWS its not as visible??
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thwackk · 8 months
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It probably meant more to Steve that Bucky loved him just as much before the serum as after, but it meant more to Bucky that Steve continued to love him after he (Steve or Bucky) received the serum / the Winter Soldier debacle / after Steve became cap.
This can be read as platonic or romantic
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lost-shoe · 2 years
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Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier
Whumptober 2022
No. 10 ALT PROMPT: DAZED AND CONFUSED
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gyokujyn · 24 days
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CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 4th
» Prompts: Reunion for @catws-anniversary
a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger
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uhsolikethis · 1 month
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Sam: Hey, Buck. We've been around each other a lot the last past few months and... Well.. I think I'm starting to like you and *deep sigh* I don't want to beat around the bush here but it would be nice to go at together sometime. You know a like a date.
Bucky:... Uuh-
Sam: Oh my god, was I reading into this wrong? I'm sorry this is so-
Bucky: We're not already dating?
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shoshiwrites · 13 days
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"gamble" or "quiet"? kissing out where nobody can catch them? - for Jo & Egan, of course, because I live the life of an enabler handing you another juicebox 🧃
You are the best, Killy, and thank you to you and @mercurygray for helping me break my little sick-time writer's block ♡ Bucky Egan/War correspondent OC, also on Ao3!
close to you
She’d gone with Kay back to London for a few days. Enough time to catch herself up, wire the stories she hadn’t already, knock her head against the wall a few more times over what did and didn’t go through. The damn blue slashes. Black ones too. Hell, a woman at the corner newsstand had showed Jo a letter from a boyfriend, cut into the RAF’s version of a paper snowflake. It fluttered strangely in the humid breeze, in the young woman’s hand. 
She’d seen Bill March’s broken arm, sustained in some manner during an air raid, though the correspondent still had his usual cheerful smile for her, and the pallbearers carrying a distant cousin of Kay’s out of the church in Marylebone, all of twenty when his ship had been torpedoed off the coast of Italy.
She’d gotten back to Thorpe Abbotts on a Friday afternoon, the air still soupy, her suitcase with a half-broken latch and her bitten nails, a growing hole in her last pair of stockings.
It wasn’t raining. Maybe that counted for something.
Trousers then, and maybe she was optimistic, thinking she felt the air cooling a bit around her. There were small scraps of blue sky, like she’d found them in the bottom of her mother’s rag bin. Calico up in the firmament.
The coffee’s warm, if bitter, she hardly pays attention to that now. A few Clubmobile women cleaning trays in the kitchen take pity on her and sneak her a donut. She dips, sloshes, remembers the good old days of milk and cream, and wanders back outside, wondering if she’d made a mistake in coming here straight from London. Her room is still hers in Norwich. Mrs. Fitzgerald had made sure she knew that. It’s a kindness she doesn’t quite have the words for. 
She’ll stay in the Clubmobile quarters tonight, on the extra cot. She’d left a book in Crosby’s care last week and he’d returned it to Tatty Spaatz, a piece of stationery stuck in the middle with neat, if hurried, observations. His handwriting reminds her of Evie’s, the block print of a planner.
“Major Egan will be happy to hear you’re back,” Tatty says, and there’s almost a smile playing at the corner of her mouth, her lipstick the color of red wine.
Jo hardly keeps stone-faced, a little scrunch somewhere between a question and an acknowledgement, distaste and curiosity. “I haven’t seen him,” she says.
They yawn, the seconds between the conversation outside and when he’s walking, seeing her, redirecting his path. His eyes look like he’s been squinting in low light, the mask-marks raw across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He’d come out of his office. Post-mission administration, she thinks. Letters home. He writes them longhand, someone had told her. He’s never spoken about it. She’s never asked him.
And she’s not sure happy is the word she’d use, right now. But Tatty knows what she said. Happy is on the ground. A girl smiling at you. The smell of her hair, clean. 
The question comes on an exhale, the tie loosened around his neck. “You wanna go for a walk?”
It feels faintly ridiculous, the way she’s not used to being asked. And it’s faintly ridiculous too, the way propriety and a respectful difference between his boots and her lace-up shoes becomes a sneak-around, a glancing journey to the far edge of the airfield, the side of an outbuilding backed by trees. 
Maybe he wants something else, she thinks. Another jigger of whiskey, playing cards on the table, chips or dice or jacks. Someone else. Someone who lets him forget.
He kisses her before they’ve even stopped moving, as she rounds the corner in the half-tall grass. 
She hasn’t snuck around like this in — god — she can’t remember. Years. 
She can’t remember the last time she’s been kissed like this. A sunlit kitchen, softer. Before the leather interiors of fancy cars and class rings. She never thought it could be dressed like this, callused hands and muscle. The flutter of tiny wings falls still. A fly buzzes around their ankles; she can hear it between the sounds of his mouth, breath hot between them.
She can feel that little swatch of damp at the small of her back, the feeling of her hipbones beneath the wool of her trousers. He breaks away to kiss the side of her mouth, the short hairs of his mustache brushing her upper lip. 
John, she wants to say, but maybe she can help it, the desperate act of naming him. It all sticks in her throat, like a glob of too-soft caramel. Hardening. John, John, John. “Afternoon, Major.” 
He looks like he’s trying to decide something, kisses her again by her nose while he does. She’ll do the same if he’ll let her, the cuts of the oxygen mask and the freckles she can see in the light. “Afternoon, Captain.”
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yourbuckies · 1 year
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mf-headcannontap · 4 months
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MARVEL Headcannon #6:
Everyone knows how Steve (and probably Bucky, let's be real) are technologically inept, right? Well, you know who else would also be technologically inept? Thor and Loki, but not for the reasons you think.
See Steve (and Bucky, but maybe he has some tech training as the WS, I can't see HYDRA not teaching him how to hack, so really just trivial things such as using social media might confuse him) has the problem of literally jumping forward in time. Thor and Loki would have the exact opposite problem.
Asgard is like this super advanced place that has literal magic and stuff. It's more than safe to assume that despite keeping older aesthetic, they are a highly advanced civilization that is a perfect blend of traditional and innovative technology. The technology of the 21st century here on earth would probably be something that predates them on Asgard, like how telegrams predate everyone currently alive.
So, while Steve is coming forward in time, Thor and Loki are going back in time technology-wise. And that's why they struggle. It would be like if teens today tried to figure out how to use a telegram (or a phone booth/rotary phone) when they are so used to touchscreen.
Loki is a very adaptable person and is the literal God of Fake-It-Till-You-Make-It, and Bucky has been trained (conditioned) to observe and learn (hence the staring problem) so those two are better at hiding their confusion with technology, but Steve and Thor? Yeah, those two visibly struggle.
The four of them have a "support group" of sorts, where they're just trying to figure tech out. Honorable group members include Carol Danvers and Peter Quill, who are alien tech whizzes, and yet are still stuck using 80's tech Earth-wise.
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therealbuckybarnes · 3 months
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very pretty man
Th- thank you??
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larriesbabes · 22 days
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I don’t know a thing about this show but dear mutuals know that I have seen you for years and I am celebrating with you
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bbyboybucket · 2 years
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“He’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” little did Sam know that same man would be havin sleepovers on his couch and following him around like a lost puppy
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burninblood · 1 month
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In buckynat relationship post ws 2012 and mostly after Nat recovered her memories in bw 2016, I always had the feeling that it was Bucky waiting for her to be ready to do the first move. It felt right, I think. Now with what happened in TB it seems like Nat has been ready for some time and that she was the one waiting for the right moment from Bucky's part!
While it doesn't really seems to make that much sense, probably she found all that Other Circle nonsense and the Thunderbolts operation to be a turning point for him, and she felt they were both changed and healed enough to start again and have another chance like free and conscious people?
I know she loved Bucky since forever, even when he was at his lowest point, when he was confused and insicure, when he was suicidal even, but maybe she understood this time he needed to take the longer road to get back home.
We were thinking it was Bucky waiting, while it was Nat all the time?
It still feels a bit forced but if we want to work with the canon we have, I think there are not many more options.
I still have the "symbiote is in love with Bucky!!!" theory, but maybe we don't want to explore that one!xD
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sumbacky · 1 year
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love a good samwich 
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