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neon-vials · 3 years

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Out Of Time

Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Peggy Carter

Summary: AU where Bucky goes back in time instead of Steve

Word Count: 1.5k

Rating: General

Warnings: Fluff, angst, brief mentions of death

A gift for @buckybarnesxpeggycarter

It had been exactly two years since Bucky left her; since he lost his grip and plummeted to his death from the train.

Not a day went by that Peggy didn’t think of him, whether it be a flash of a goofy childish smirk in a crowd or the blue eyes of her coworker or every godforsaken time someone would call her “Ma’am."

Peggy hadn't danced once since. She couldn’t bear to do it when she still held the guilt of rejecting Bucky's very last offer of a dance. She had originally done it in an attempt to uphold the sercrecy of their relationship, but in hindsight it ended up doing more harm than good. People said she needed to get her head out of the past, but the past is where he was, so Peggy thought she'd stay a little longer.

The voice of her assistant rung out, drawing her attention from the files she was mindlessly scanning to his exasperated frame.

“Agent Carter?”

Shaking her head to clear it, Peggy forced a half-smile on her lips as she replied, “Yes, Charles?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s a man here that is incredibly adamant about seeing you. I told him that he needs to schedule an appointment but he refuses to leave. Should I call security or-?”

"No, no, it’s fine. I’m not very busy at the moment so you can just send him in,” Charles was half-way out the door as she called, “Feel free to take a break, afterwards! You’ve been working especially hard lately; you deserve it!"

Peggy heard a retreating, “Thank you!” from Charles just before the door closed, and Peggy closed the folder on her desk before putting her head in her hands, in an attempt to prepare herself for the likely pugnacious client that was seconds away from walking in.

The distinct sound of the door opening and closing reached her ears and Peggy slapped on her best smile before she lifted her head.

The eyes tend to play tricks on the heartbroken, but Peggy was sure that what she was seeing before her was real.

In an instant, Peggy was on her feet. The chair she was sitting on was launched backwards, slamming it into the wall, and her hand ripped the pistol from its place taped under her desk. Peggy pointed the barrel between the eyes of the man, of the person that looked frighteningly similiar to the love of her life, the man who disappeared into a ravine;

Bucky.

His hands slowly rose over his head, one gloved and one not, standing in surrender as his fingers trembled and his eyes welled with tears.

Her heart ached to touch him but her mind knew better, so she stood with a desk and a gun filling the space between the two of them, suspicion and distrust in Peggy's eyes as she stared him down.

“What and who are you? Who sent you? What are you doing here?” she fired off in rapid succession. Peggy's emotions swirled further and further into chaos the longer she looked at him, drinking in his features that look nearly the same as they did before he left on the ill-fated mission, albeit a little more hardened from the weight of a life that Peggy had no knowledge of that rested on his shoulders.

He stepped closer to her, his voice like wavering satin as he spoke, “Peg. It’s me. It’s Bucky.”

“Prove it.”

His gloved hand lowered toward his pocket and Peggy tightened at his movements, her eyes reproachful as her finger jumped to the trigger.

He froze, holding her gaze as he murmured softly, “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I'm not going to hurt anyone ever again.”

Something in Peggy cracked at his words, at the tone in his voice that was full of so much tender love and longing. She lowered the gun while her head was screaming no but her heart refused to listen; she couldn’t help but trust him.

The tension in his shoulders relaxed and he continued to reach down, fishing a small object out of his pocket before slowly advancing forward, placing it on her desk, and backing away.

Peggy sucked in a deep breath to keep the tears at bay but she failed miserably. She didn’t need to open it to know what it was. Her fingers were trembling as they close around the beaten compass, and the tears fell heavy and unrelenting as she seen the old picture of her nestled within.

With weak knees, Peggy walked towards Bucky, letting her eyes devour him in his entirety as she fell into his arms. The familiar scent washed over her and his touch felt like home and it was all too much. She noticed that his left arm felt off, metalic even, like it was a prostethic of some kind, and she realised his hair was a good bit longer, and he had a beard, but she was too overwhelmed to even bother questioning. She was sure he'd eventually give her an explanation to everything.

The soon room filled with her sobs and she eventually managed to muster a simple, “How?”

His head buried into the crook of her neck and Peggy could feel his own tears trickling down her skin, pooling in the dips of her collarbones. His hands found the small of her waist and the nape of her neck. It took him a moment to gather himself, his lips brushed against her skin as he started to pull away, choking out, “You might want to sit down to hear it.”

“Not a chance,” Peggy asserted, gripping his collar with both hands before pulling him towards her, crashing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. His lips were full and so was her heart as the kiss stretched on for a few seconds more before Peggy pulled away, a soft smile on her face as she observed the red lipstick that decorated his lips.

With a gentle touch, she ghosted her fingertips over his mouth. His hot shuddering breath fanned over the back of her hand, causing a shiver to run down her spine. The feeling was both familiar and foreign as she had not felt it for so long. Bucky placed his hand over hers and held it, pressing her fingertips to his lips.

“I've missed you.”

His eyes flashed at her words, holding so much pain and sadness and love as he murmured, “I missed you, too, Peg.”

*Seven years later*

“Can I have a bite?” Bucky asked with his best puppy dog eyes, looking down at the cookie-holding little girl that sat innocently on his lap.

She shook her head, “No!” before taking another bite. Bucky’s mouth dropped open in shock and Peggy couldn’t help but laugh as he feigned hurt, holding his hand over his chest, “Do you not love me anymore, Ivy?”

Ivy furrowed her brows at Bucky, “I love you, Daddy. But I also love cookie.”

Bucky let out a laugh before stood in one swift motion, wrapping a strong arm around his daughter to carry her at his side like a football. A high-pitched squeal escaped her as he charged toward Peggy, she only had enough time to stand before his arm was around her waist and he was carrying her on his other side.

Peggy and Ivy yelped and laughed along with Grant who was sitting on the ground watching as Bucky spun around, yelling like a mad man while he ran throughout the living room, hopping over the coffee tables and vaulting over the couch and practically bouncing off the walls.

“Jamie! Put us down!” Peggy yelled between laughs and he was quick to oblige, pulling the both of them tight to his chest before falling back on the couch beside their son in a heap of limbs and hair and cookie crumbs.

“No, again!” Ivy squealed from her spot mushed between her and brother and father’s embrace.

Peggy couldn’t help but grin wide as she gaze at her daughter's excited form. Her eyes sparkled, holding the same innocent, wonder-filled look in them that Bucky did when she first met him at a boot camp all those years ago. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Peggy leaned forward to press her lips against Ivy's forehead before prying herself from Bucky's metal grip, “You heard the girl, take her for another whirl,” he was halfway through lunging for her when she held a hand up, a single brow cocked, “without Mom this time.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at her sass before shooting her a wink and stealing a quick kiss, earning a “Yuck,” from both Grant and Ivy . He was quick on his feet as he held Ivy in his arms, twirling around the living room floor with her giggling and shrieking in delight.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Peggy settled into the couch, watching the scene play out before her. A content sigh escaped her lips and a warmth spread from her heart as she wrapped an arm around Grant's shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of his messy dark mop as he cuddled into her side.

They finally got their happy ending.

#carterbarnes #wintercarter #beggy #bucky x peggy #bucky barnes #peggy carter #sebastian stan #hayley atwell #marvel fluff #marvel #bucky barnes angst #angst #drabble #endgame au #anti endgame

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miss-button-nose · 5 years

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Let us all appreciate Captain Rogers, Agent Carter & Sgt. Barnes in their uniforms.

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#steve rogers #peggy carter #bucky barnes #steve x bucky #steggy #captain america #winter soldier #agent carter #hayley atwell #chris evans #sebastian stan

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musette22 · 4 years

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Dancing Queens

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Words: 3.3k

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Outsiders POV

A/N: So I was writing an Evanstan AU and then I got one of those pesky ideas and I wrote a different Evanstan fic in an afternoon. I don’t why my brain does what it does sometimes 🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyway, this is just something super self-indulgent and fun because I just LOVE to think of all the different ways in which Chris and Seb could’ve have gotten together (or could get together in the future), and also I love meddling friends and a tad of voyeurism. So yeah. Hope you enjoy this, and the Evanstan AU should be with you soon, too! ❤️❤️

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Twenty-two months.

It's been twenty-two months since Chris met Sebastian, and Sebastian met Chris, and the two of them fell arse over teakettle for each other. Since then, these absolute fools have been driving Hayley up the wall with their mooning, constantly making goo-goo eyes, laughing too loudly at each other’s jokes, desperately dating one pretty girl after another, only for things to fizzle out again and again because, obviously, their hearts aren’t in it. Their hearts, very clearly, belong to each other. Everyone with eyes can see that.

Well. Everyone with eyes, except for Chris and Sebastian themselves, it seems.

Tonight’s no different. The club where the wrap party for Captain America: The Winter Soldier is held is thrumming with life: people everywhere, some casually dressed, some in outfits that make Hayley, who’s not opposed to showing a bit of cleavage herself and who certainly isn’t religious, feel the urge to run to the nearest church to find a confessional booth. Lights are strobing, music is booming, liquor is flowing. Normally, Hayley would be dancing on a table at this point, or trying to get Sam Jackson to do an impromptu striptease, or doing belly shots off Hemsworth’s quite frankly spectacular abs.

Tonight, though, she’s on a mission. A mission seemingly impossible, but when Hayley sets her mind to something, she won’t rest until she succeeds. For a long time, she figured that Chris and Sebastian would simply sort themselves out at some point. No two people flirt that obviously and constantly with each other without it ever turning into either an awkward one night stand or a marriage. But clearly, neither of these things has occurred yet, or else these two pillocks would’ve stopped making such pathetic heart eyes at each other by now. It’s getting a little ridiculous.

Something needs to be done, and it seems Hayley is the one who needs to do it. Well, ultimately, it’s Chris and Sebastian who need to do it – do it lots and lots of times, preferably – but she’s accepted that she’s going to have to help them get there.

Right now, Chris – beer in hand – is telling Anthony some story that involves wildly waving his hands around and almost sloshing his beer all over himself, while Sebastian looks at him like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, laughing so hard he needs to hold on to Anthony for support. Truly, he couldn’t look any more smitten if he tried. Meanwhile, Anthony is looking between Chris and Sebastian with an expression of amused exasperation. Hayley feels for him. She’s been in his position plenty of times herself.

Right, then. To the rescue. Downing what’s left of her glass of red, Hayley puts the empty glass down on the nearest table and starts making her way through the throng towards where the guys are stationed.

“Hello, boys,” she greets them, doing a little twirl followed by a tah-dah gesture. “Missed me?”

She’s hailed enthusiastically, hugs all round and another twirl under Anthony’s raised right arm, before everyone starts clinking their drinks together again like inebriated people tend to do.

“Where’s your drink?” Chris shouts, louder than the volume of the music warrants, when he notices she’s not holding a glass for him to clink.

He’s clearly tipsy, if not a little drunk, all expansive gestures and slightly slurred words. Chris is always handsome and wonderful, but Hayley finds that he’s rarely as charming as when he’s had a bit to drink. The alcohol lowers his already low inhibitions further, rendering him even more affectionate and handsy than he usually is. Though he’d never be handsy in a pervy way. Mostly, Chris just wants to be close to people, preferably by enveloping them in a bear hug that will unfailingly last for longer than is strictly appropriate. The man loves to cuddle. That’s why it always pains Hayley to watch him struggle not to throw himself at Sebastian every time he gets a little tipsy. Somehow, despite the beer taking away almost all of his filter and sense of personal boundaries, he always retains a proper distance from Sebastian. At most, he lets their arms brush one too many times, or he reaches out to squeeze Sebastian’s shoulder when he laughs. But it’s not enough. It’s glaringly obvious how desperately Chris wants to be closer. He’s practically gagging for it, and it’s getting to the point where Hayley herself feels parched just from being around that much thirstiness.

Sebastian is only a little better. He’s more skilled at hiding his true emotions, better at pretending he likes Chris a normal amount, especially in professional settings. But more often than not, he does eventually slip up. He’ll giggle like a school boy with a crush at something Chris says, start to blush when Chris praises his acting skills, gaze at him adoringly when Chris is regaling everyone with some bonkers anecdote or other.

Quite frankly, it’s nothing short of a miracle that these boys haven’t figured out how they feel about each other yet, because Hayley’s sure pretty much everyone else has. It’s an open secret, if you will.

In response to his question, Hayley leans up to kiss Chris’s bearded cheek. “I don’t want a drink, I want to dance!”

Grabbing Chris’s free hand, she tugs him along behind her. “Come on, Christopher, show a girl what those hips can do.”

Mackie wolf whistles, taking the beer that Chris hastily hands him as he follows Hayley onto the dance floor.

Chris rises to the challenge as she knew he would. That boy has a competitive streak a mile wide – he reminds her of herself in that regard. It’s one reason why they would never work, even if they seem compatible at first glance. Way too similar.

Almost instantly, Chris’s hands drop to her waist, firmly settling on the curve of her hips while she starts to move them. They don’t go easy – that’s not the point of this, after all. Hayley winds her arms around Chris’s neck and presses herself up against him. Chris is a fantastic mover, even when he’s drunk, and dancing with him certainly isn’t a hardship. Still, Hayley can’t enjoy it the way she normally would, because her mind is elsewhere.

It’s a few meters to her right, in fact, where Sebastian, clad in dark skinny jeans and a white, v-neck shirt that’s almost see-through, is leaning against the wall. Watching them.

Oh god, the poor sod looks miserable already. He’s trying to hide it, of course, smiling through the pain, but the way he starts worrying his lower lip a few minutes in, averting his eyes only for them to dart back to their undulating hips, as if he’s compelled to make himself suffer… It’s clear as can be that Sebastian’s jealous to the point where he would probably quite like to strangle her, even if he also adores her.

Hayley dances with Chris a little while longer, just until the second song turns into the third, and then she figures she’s done enough. She pushes away from Chris, slapping him playfully on the chest.

“Good effort, my love,” she decides, before she cocks her head and adds, “But I think I’d like to dance with Sebastian, now. I’m keen to find out if I can tease out that pretty blush of his, what do you say?”

Chris’s eyes widen a fraction, but she doesn’t wait for a reply, instead turning on her heel and striding back towards Anthony and Sebastian.

“Alright, handsome,” she says, taking Sebastian by the hand. “You’re up.”

Sebastian splutters something about how he doesn’t really dance, but Hayley ignores him, pulling him along behind her. She knows Sebastian’s just sulking, because she’s seen him bust some serious (if not particularly graceful) moves over the years. He dances, alright. Granted, he isn’t as good of a dancer as Chris, but he’s light on his feet and he holds his booze better than Chris does.

Pressing in close immediately, she rests her hands on his biceps as his settle automatically on her waist. For a moment before she starts to move, she looks up at him, forcing him to look her in the eye.

“Hey, cheer up, grumpy cat.” She goes cross eyed. “Dance with me. Let’s show these Yanks how us European kids do it, eh?”

That gets Sebastian smiling again, that lovely, gorgeous smile of his that’s melting hearts all over the planet, if her friends who are more up to date on the latest celebrity gossip are to be believed. Hayley herself isn’t immune to it either, but while Sebastian certainly has his sassy side, deep down, he’s just too sweet for her. She’d bulldozer all over him, and they both know it. They’re much better as friends.

It’s fun, dancing with Sebastian, especially once he starts to really get into it. They make a striking pair, Hayley’s pretty sure. Two winsome brunettes, spinning and grinding on the dance floor, are sure to turn more than a few heads.

And sure enough, when Hayley darts a look over Sebastian’s shoulder towards the wall, Christopher Robert Evans is practically salivating. He’s staring at them so intently he’s nearly crushing his long-forgotten beer bottle between his hands, eyes so dark they almost seem black in the dim lighting. The seams of his too-tight, black t-shirt are straining with how tensely he's holding himself, and what’s more, Hayley is pretty sure things are beginning to stir inside those washed jeans of his.

She giggles, hiding her face in Sebastian’s neck.

“What’s so funny?” Sebastian sounds a bit bemused.

“Oh, just… men are stupid.”

“Hey,” he says, but there’s no heat behind it.

Hayley pulls back enough to look at him, placatingly patting his cheek. “It’s alright, love, at least you’re pretty.”

Predictably, Sebastian rolls his eyes in a poor attempt to hide the way the comment makes him blush. Good lord, the man has the biggest praise kink she’s ever seen in her life. Yet another reason why he and Chris are perfect for each other; Hayley’s pretty sure Chris would never shut up given the chance to praise Sebastian freely. Already, Chris can’t seem to help but call him sweet and talented and amazing every time he’s asked even the simplest question about his co-star.

Hayley deliberately steers them back towards the others a little, enough to make sure Chris can hear her when she calls out to him, “Oi, Christopher, do me a favour and come here for a second, will you?”

Chris starts, shaking himself out of his reverie. “What, me?”

“Yes, you.” Hayley clicks her fingers. “Come one, chop chop.”

Believing this to be his cue to leave, Sebastian lets go of her, trying to step back, but Hayley just grabs him tighter. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet, pretty boy.”

“But-” Sebastian says, but Hayley shushes him with a finger to his lips.

“Sshhh. Trust me, okay?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow slightly in confusion, but he doesn’t pull away. Hmm. Hayley always suspected he’d be good at following orders. She turns a bit, grabbing a handful of Chris’s shirt and pulling him closer, slotting him in behind her.

“Come on, boys,” she challenges, tilting her head up to look at each of them in turn. “Grant this old lady her dying wish of getting to dance with two handsome men at once, won’t you?”

“I’m a year older than you,” Chris protests – the big lug.

Hayley shrugs. “Yes, well, you know perfectly well a woman’s lifespan in Hollywood is significantly shorter than a man’s. Enough talking, now’s the time for dancing.”

She starts to move again, swaying her hips from side to side to the music and forcing them both to move with her. With her right hand, she feels behind her, finding Chris’s hand and placing it on her hip – where Sebastian’s hand is also resting. Their fingers touch, Sebastian’s left hand to Chris’s right, and Chris makes to pull away, but Hayley tightens her grip and doesn’t let him escape. Once it seems like Chris has stopped trying to resist, she switches to her left side to do the same thing, basically leaving the boys to hold hands on top of her hips.

“That’s it,” she nods approvingly. “Just follow my lead.”

Neither man says a word, both of them ostensibly focusing their attention on her, but in reality, Hayley is certain the only thing they’re aware of his how close to each other they’re dancing and where their hands are touching. She can feel the tension in both of them, feel their hearts beating fast where their chests are pressed to her back and front.

They’re not exactly dancing now, more of a slow grind that Hayley is pretty sure some of the women in their vicinity are shooting her jealous looks for, but she doesn’t give a flying fuck. All Hayley cares about in that moment is her mission, of which the crucial stage is coming up right...

Now.

In a smooth, calculated move, Hayley twists out from between Chris and Sebastian, causing them to stumble and fall forward – right into each other.

“Oh,” Sebastian blurts, hands coming up to brace himself. On Chris’s chest.

They both freeze, eyes growing wide in surprise but unable to look away; the proverbial deer in the headlights.

Before they have a chance to snap out of their shock and do something undoubtedly stupid that will endanger her entire mission, Hayley quickly grabs their shoulders and gives them a firm squeeze, effectively pushing them closer together.

“Very good, just keep dancing now. Atta boy.” And with a final pat, she’s gone.

Of course, she doesn’t go far, just stepping back far enough so that she’s out of their space but still close enough to have a clear view of what happens next.

Sebastian’s hands are still on Chris’s chest, one on each defined pectoral, while Chris’s raised hands are hovering awkwardly at the level of Sebastian’s midriff. They’re not moving, but they’re not moving away either, which Hayley counts as a tentative win. Skittishly, Sebastian averts his eyes to stare at a point somewhere over Chris’s right shoulder, and it’s all very awkward, until eventually, Chris cautiously lowers his arms, resting his hands lightly on either side of Sebastian’s waist.

At the touch, Sebastian visible exhales, as if he’d been holding his breath this entire time. In turn, Chris’s shoulders relax infinitesimally once he realizes Sebastian isn’t shoving him off. One of them, she’s not sure who, slowly starts to move again; just the slightest movement from side to side, but it’s enough to make Hayley clap her hands together in glee.

Slowly but surely, Chris and Sebastian start to sway together, finding a rhythm and sticking to it, almost perfectly in sync. They don’t speak, clearly terrified to do something that will break the spell, and it’s so ridiculously cute that Hayley has to fight the urge to squee.

While Sebastian is still studying that elusive spot on the far wall, Chris is watching Sebastian, looking completely enraptured. God, he’s so in love, it’s almost painful to watch. Hayley prays this won’t fall apart at the last minute, because Chris would be absolutely devastated and go all kicked puppy on them and that would be too much even for her to handle. Finally, her prayers are answered. It takes a while for Sebastian to gather his courage, but then he turns his head a fraction, and meets Chris’s eyes.

Hayley could swear she can feel the electricity crackling between them, can almost hear the sound of those pieces finally clicking into place. It’s quite possibly the most satisfying thing she’s ever witnessed.

The air around them changes, slows down, becomes thick and charged as they look deeply into each other’s eyes. All the while, they’re still moving together, Chris’s hands now gripping Sebastian’s waist more firmly as Sebastian’s hands slowly slide around to clutch at Chris’s shoulders. Chris pulls Sebastian’s hips forwards, flush with his own, and Hayley sees how Sebastian’s fingers dig into the meat of Chris’s shoulders. When Chris leans in a hair’s breadth, Sebastian responds in kind until their foreheads are touching, their noses bumping together, breathing the same air.

Chris murmurs something Hayley can’t make out, probably some sort of endearment, and then he's moving in, eyes closing as their lips meet for the very first time.

Hayley doesn’t even try stop the sound of pure joy that escapes her. She punches the air, whirling on the spot and almost bumping into Anthony. Anthony, who is beaming, grinning from ear to ear.

“You did it!” he yells, holding up his hand for Hayley to high five, which she does with feeling.

“I fucking did it!” Elated, she throws her arms around Antony’s shoulders and lets him spin her around. “Wait, wait,” she says as she’s put back on her feet again. “I need to see the rest.”

She turns back to the dance floor, just in time to see Chris lift his right hand to the side of Sebastian’s face. His big palm cradles Sebastian’s jaw as his thumb swipes almost tenderly back and forth over his cheekbone. Both of them have closed their eyes and they’ve all but stopped moving, too caught up in the kiss to have any attention to spare for dancing. Hayley can’t blame them. They’re stunning, getting lost in each other after nearly two years of helpless pining. It’s a sight she doesn’t think she’ll forget any time soon.

As she’s watching, the kiss deepens. Someone opens their mouth, the other follows suit, and suddenly there’s tongues – tongues and slick lips, hungry mouths devouring each other as if they’ve been starving for years and are finally, finally being fed.

Chris has got a tight hold of Sebastian and doesn’t look like he’s planning on letting him go anytime soon, but fortunately, Sebastian doesn’t look like he minds. In fact, he’s slowly sliding his hands down Chris’s wide back, lower and lower until they find his ass and he squeezes. Hayley can almost hear the growl Chris lets out at that, the way his fingers tighten in Sebastian’s hair, making him gasp for air.

“Whoa,” Anthony mutters next to her, “I feel like I’m seein’ some things I’m not supposed be seein’.”

Hayley’s never been a prude, far from it, but even she starts to feel a little voyeuristic. She hums. “Might be time for them to move it off the dance floor, at least.”

She wades into the crowd until she reaches the tangled mess of limbs formerly known as Chris and Sebastian, tapping them on the shoulder to try and get their attention.

“My darlings, I am ecstatic that you’ve finally come to your senses, but you might want to move this somewhere a little more private, eh?”

Neither Chris nor Sebastian really responds, which, kind of rude, but okay, she’ll let it slide just this once. Drawing the line at actually poking her nose into their business, Hayley starts to gently push at them until they finally get the hint.

“What’s – huh?” Chris finally lifts his head, giving her a dazed look.

“Just going to take you somewhere a little less public,” Hayley assures him. “See that corner over there? It has your names written all over it.”

“Fuck,” Sebastian mutters, blinking out of his trance. “Yeah, come on, quick.” He takes Chris’s hand, entwining their fingers, and starts to pull him towards the designated corner.

“Okay, then,” Hayley says brightly. “I guess my job here is done. Have fun, boys. Oh, and be safe, yeah?”

With that, she lets them go, fondly watching them stumble to their destination, where they immediately resume their lip locking. And hip locking. It takes approximately five seconds before Chris is sliding a hand down Sebastian’s thigh, lifting his leg so that he can slot their groins together more effectively and grind against him while enthusiastically continuing to suck face.

Reluctantly, Hayley turns around, smiling to herself.

Mission complete.

Now, where's Anthony? She rather thinks she owes him a dance.

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#my fic #my writing #evanstan #chris evans x sebastian stan #rpf #chris evans #sebastian stan #hayley atwell #outsider POV #getting together #fluff #dirty dancing #ao3

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justakrate · 3 years

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https://www.jelleverbeek.com/love-triangle

To everyone that follows me or just seeing this post on your dash, this lovely person @jelleverbeek18 has made some amazing songs from Bucky, Peggy, and Steve’s POVs from Endgame. They’re absolutely phenomenal and regardless of whether you’re a Marvel fan or not they’re just really really good haha. Go give them some love :)

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #stucky #james bucky barnes #steve rogers #marvel #steve x bucky #peggy carter #marvel studios #captain america #musicians #it’s really really really good #hayley atwell #chris evans

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buckysteveloki-me · 4 years

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Control - Part Fifteen (Mob!Bucky x Steve)

Control by Halsey

Mob!Bucky x Steve AU

@lethal-desires and @absolutelyrichardpearce are here! Part Fifteen is here! Thank you!

#stucky #steve x bucky #mob!bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans #tony stark #peggy carter #sam wilsom #Robert Downey Jr #hayley atwell #anthony mackie

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very-functional-human · 4 years

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Can someone make a video edit of stucky x steggy to 'someone like you'. Please I will be eternally grateful because I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head but I cant make video edits

#stucky #steggy #steve x bucky #steve rogers #stevebucky #steve grant rogers #bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes protection squad #bucky barnes #peggy carter #steve x peggy #sebastian stan #chris evans #hayley atwell #marvel #someone like you #adele

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wherestheconspiracy · 4 years

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Man the Guns, The Howlers Are coming

Bucky Barnes: Sergeant-lab rat-commando -assasin and all the steps in between.

World War II era, featuring your favourites Steve Rodgers, Peggy Carter, Armin Zola and lots of explosions.

12/?

(Bucky clenched his fingers tighter, and pulls him until he follows, stumbling againtlst a tree farther away from the hustle. He let's go to practically hug the bark of the tree, and looks up at the canopy and around him again. Steve, thinking him delirious, reaches out to check his temperature. Bucky 's eyes shoot to him as he does, bright and possessed.

"Is this real, Steve?" He asks, sounding like he's almost begging. "Is this real? It feels real, like, like the tree and---and you," he clenches a hand around the zip of Steve's jacket, digging the metal into his palm. "But not you at the same time. But you feel... Is this..? Tell me its real.")

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im-jaebongi · 5 years

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i mean, i just have these opinions regarding steve going back in time to live the life he always wanted with peggy

please don't hate me :'>

Like, it's totally fine for me but at the same time I'm thinking of Bucky

Peggy moved on. She lived her life. She had a family. Without Steve. Just because she moved on doesn't mean she didn't love Steve. It's just that she accepted the fact that Steve wasn't there.

Then there's Steve. I'm guessing Steve just had this attachment to Peggy. Like, he would say she was the love of his life. And just ??? Bucky???? I mean, great, yeah because he's happy, but I feel like he left Bucky. His best friend.

I'm just hurt by Endgame, but it was great nonetheless.

eDIT:

don't misunderstand me or anything, im happy for steve, i really am. he got what he always wanted; the life he always wanted and especially the love of his life. i just feel like something is missing. again, this is just my opinion, so yeah. 🤷‍♀️

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hobis-hope94 · 3 years

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~ Over The Rainbow 2 ~

AN: the post days for this series is gonna be Tuesdays & Thursdays ❤️

🌈 Part One here 🌈

over the rainbow 1

Paring: Bucky x Rogers!f!reader

Characters: Peggy Carter & Winifred Barnes (Bucky’s mum). Rebecca Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers are mentioned.

Warning: swearing, crying, mentions of grief, mentions of death, mentions of depression, mentions of war, mentions of suicidal thoughts, character death & angst.

(gif not mine)

“You’re Y/N Rogers, right?” A British woman stood in your doorway three weeks after Bucky’s death.

You looked terrible. You had been trying to get in touch with the army, having screaming fits at almost anyone you spoke to when they refused to help.

After three weeks of trying, you gave up. You just naturally assumed your baby brother was dead as well. Leaving you all alone.

The only people you really saw were Bucky’s mum and sister. They offered you to move in with them, giving you Bucky’s room. You declined politely, not wanting them to have an extra mouth to feed.

You helped them with money, you helped buy them food and make sure they had a roof over their heads. It was the least you could do.

You were not looking your best, you looked messy. You clearly hadn’t been eating properly, you were still wearing pyjamas. Your eyes blood shot. Hair unbelievably messy.

“Who wants to know?” You asked, your voice horse from all the screaming and crying.

“I’m Agent Margot Carter, you may call me Peggy,” Peggy said gently, noticing you had one of Bucky’s shirts tucked under your arm.

“…okay,” You said slowly.

“I worked closely with your brother, Steve,” Peggy said.

You didn’t fail to notice that her voice shifted at Steve’s name. He was dead. You were alone.

“Come in, agent,” you said stepping aside.

Peggy thanked you as she went in and you shut the door. You made tea for you and her, with the shirt still under your arm the entire time.

Peggy took in yours and Steve’s apartment. She smiled softly at a framed picture of you, Steve and Bucky, arm in arm. You three looked happy.

“Thank you, Miss Rogers,” Peggy said gently as you handed her her cup and you both sat down opposite each other.

“Y/N, please,” you said Peggy smiled and nodded as you gently brought Bucky’s shirt up to your face, inhailing his scent before carefully setting it on your lap. “What’s this about, agent?” You asked gently.

“Peggy, please,” Peggy said, you smiled and nodded. “What I’m about to tell you maybe hard to hear,” She added tearfully.

“Steve’s dead, isn’t he?” You asked quietly, looking into your mug.

“Yes,” Peggy said tearfully.

You sighed tearfully before taking a sip of your tea. You let some tears roam freely down your cheeks.

“Okay,” you sighed.

“That’s all?” Peggy asked tearfully.

“Peggy, I’ve been dealing with death since I was nineteen. Almost every single one of my family members passed away each year. The hardest of course, being my mom’s,” you shrugged. “I don’t like death and I’ll never get used to anybody I love dying but I have to try and get on with life.”

Peggy sighed tearfully as she took a sip of her tea.

“I have an offer for you,” Peggy said gently.

You looked at her.

“I’m starting a program. Titled S.H.I.E.L.D. I needs agents from all over taking down HYDRA. Finish what Steve and Bucky started,” Peggy said gently. “I’d like you to help me form it.” she added.

“No,” you said.

“Y/N, please,” Peggy said softly. “We could use people with your mind. Your skills. Your courage.” Peggy said gently.

“I need to think it over. I still have people to look out for here,” you said, your mind going straight to Winifred and Rebecca.

“…alright. Here’s my card. If you change your mind, give us a call,” Peggy said gently.

She thanked you for your time and the tea, gave you her regards about Bucky and Steve, then left. You stood holding Bucky’s shirt.

You went to the record player and played Over the Rainbow, holding onto Bucky’s shirt as you swayed.

“What should I do, Buck? What should I do?” You asked Bucky softly, holding his shirt close to your face, letting tears go.

You sighed tearfully as the song finished. You turned the record player off, got somewhat presentable then went to visit Bucky’s mum and sister, knowing they’d be able to help you.

——-

“My darling, hello. I’ve been worried about you,” Winifred said gently, giving you a loving mother’s hug.

You hugged her tightly, you were honestly so grateful for Winifred and Rebecca. Without them, Bucky’s death would have been a lot harder on you. You daren’t think what you might have done.

“So … what are you going to do?” Winifred asked gently after you told her everything, and had a little cry with her.

“I dunno, Winnie. I really don’t know,” you sighed tearfully.

“Well. I know for a fact my James would want you to be doing something. He always believed you were way more advanced to be working as a diner waitress,” Winifred said gently, smiling fondly at the mention of her son.

“Would he want me to go into something so dangerous?” You asked tearfully, looking desperately at her.

“He knew you are brave. You’re braver than you think you are, my dear. Don’t ever forget that for a single moment,” Winifred said gently.

You two sat in silence, both smiling fondly at the thought of Bucky.

“Do you want to do this?” Winifred asked softly.

“…yes. I want to finish what my boys started. Not only that but I want to take down every HYDRA asshole that hurt my boys,” you said firmly, Winifred smiled.

“So what’s stopping you?” She asked gently.

“I don’t want to leave you or Becs. I don’t think Bucky would have been very happy at the thought of his girls being left behind,” you said tearfully.

“Hey. We’ll be alright, my darling. You’ve helped us more than enough. James would have been so proud,” Winifred said gently, wiping a tear that escaped from your eyes away.

You gave her an uncertain look.

“We’ll be okay. We promise,” Winifred said gently. “Kick Hydra’s ass. Kick their ass for taking my boy away and your brother away. Do it for your boys.” She added gently.

You laughed tearfully at Winifred swearing.

“I’m gonna do it,” you said, wiping your eyes bravely.

“Good girl,” Winifred smiled as you both stood up.

You hugged her tightly and ran back to your apartment to make the phone call.

“Agent Carter? This is Y/N Rogers. We met the other day ….yes. My answer …I’m ready,” you said after Peggy had picked up the phone.

“Be ready in 24hrs,” Peggy said on the other end of the phone, she smiled.

You said goodbye then hung up. You ran into your bedroom and packed a bag, bringing almost every piece of clothing that Bucky had left at your place.

You brought along the tape of yours and Bucky’s song, and the only jacket you had was of Steve’s. You carried a piece of each of your boys with you.

You put the record player on one last time:

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there’s a land that I dream of once in a lullaby.

“I’m doing this for you. For you and you too Stevie,” you said to the photograph, which you were going to take with you.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

“I won’t let you two down. I’ll finish the fight you started. I’ll make the world a better place,” you sobbed, clutching the photograph in your hands.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops that’s where you’ll find me.

“I love you both so so much. Thank you for saving the world … for fighting for a better world,” you sobbed, kissing each Steve and Bucky then gently placing the photograph in your bag.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, oh why then oh why can’t I?

You zipped up your bag, gently turned off the record player, gently placed the tape of the song in a protective pocket of your bag.

Before you left your apartment that you grew up in, the two bedroom apartment. With the smallest kitchen, only a toilet and sink in the bathroom, the smallest living room that had a kitchen table and three chairs next to the kitchen.

You looked at the apartment one last time. The sad memories, when you and Steve came back from your mum’s funeral, both lost and crying, you made s’mores in the kitchen and you both sat in her bedroom eating s’mores and talking about your mum for the rest of the day.

The first time Bucky stayed over when you two became official. Or the time Bucky helped you put your mum’s stuff in the charity and make the place yours and Steve’s.

The first new year’s party you both held. It was only you, Bucky, Steve, Winifred and Rebecca. It was lovely. The birthdays, the fighting between you and Steve, the comforting, the baking. Everything.

You took it in.

“Thank you,” you said gently to the apartment you loved so much.

With that, you switched the light off, and gently locked the door. Knowing it was probably the last time you’d see your home.

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