#the howlies

[gay-jewish-bucky]

During the Second World War it was almost impossible for Jewish service members to maintain a kosher diet due to rations and other sources of food heavily relying on non-kosher ingredients (like pork).

Because of this, The Howling Commandoes made it their mission to ensure Bucky never had to break kashrut.

Either through trading rations

or stealing the more appetizing food from officers' tent, food most of the troops would never see

or looting long abandoned houses

or Steve putting his foot down and using the special treatment he was given as Captain America to demand more appropriate rations for their unit to ensure Bucky actually got the sustenance he needed.

#Assorted Jewish Writings - Misc #marvel #mcu #jewish bucky #jewish bucky barnes #jewish!bucky #jewish!bucky barnes #the howlies #the howling commandos #ca:tfa #catfa #captain america: the first avenger

[kaira-elffish]

ooh I know we’ve talked about it before, but I’m still dying to hear more about HYDRA’s guide to appendectomies!!

Hmmm, I honestly don't have much of this one written down in the doc despite having spent quite a bit of time mulling it over. Appendicitis is one of my absolute favorite forms of whump; especially when the necessary aid is either unavailable or brutally administered.

Unfortunately for Bucky both things will happen to him in this fic. Eventually. >.<

While with Steve and the Howlies a mission goes incredibly wrong when Bucky and Steve end up being captured by HYDRA. For Bucky, he supposes this is just the continuation of his horrible morning and the persistent ache that has developed in his abdomen. As his condition worsens drastically HYDRA uses the opportunity to test the limits of the serum he was given in Azzano.

Steve was a goddamn idiot, Bucky decided as his face was pressed into the snow.He distinctly remembered telling his friend to stay where he was, that there was nothing the super soldier could do to help him.

The nearly panicked shouting around him told him that Steve hadn't listened though. Boots crunched near his head as their owner spun around and something cold was pressed into the base of his skull.

A gun, he realized bitterly.

"Wir werden ihn töten!" (We will kill him!)

A knee centered itself on the middle of his back and he grunted softly with the discomfort. That annoying ache in his gut reminded him of its presence and his mouth twisted into a frown.

His cheek was starting to go numb from being pressed against the ground. There was a brief moment of relief when the knee left his back before a hand wrapped itself in his hair.

Bucky felt his back arch unnaturally as the fingers wrenched his head back. There was a blur of the snow-softened forest, a vivid flash of blue…

Steve.

The blue was Steve. If the circumstances were different he'd be impressed with how quickly the punk had reached him.

"Thought I said to not bother." The words were bitter as they left him. 

He could barely hear the huff of disbelief over the orders that were being shouted. 

#kaira answers #Bucky Barnes #the howlies #the howling commandos #steve rogers #capture #HYDRA #appendicitis #things go from bad to worse #WIP #fic

[allofthebeanz]

1930s Brooklyn: Steve has a habit of flopping into Bucky's lap wherever-whenever. Sometimes Buck gets a pointy elbow in the ribs, but he'll just grumble something and adjust accordingly until they're both comfortable.

Skip to 1940s France. Bucky's sitting around the campfire contemplating the Howlies' next move when Steve '240lb tank of solid fucking muscle' Rogers drops on top of him

#beanz rambles #stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #1940s stucky #of course the howlies just laugh at them #bucky just got his spine crushed its fine

[amarriageoftrueminds]

A Timeline of CATFA in images

from this meta. 

#timeline #March 1942 - March 1945 #long post #historically accurate stucky tag #steve rogers #steve meta #catfa #mcu meta #catfa meta #ref #meta #626 days #dat's me #that '24 hours' deadline between phillips and gabe #sidenote: more hydra bases are shown on maps in SSR HQ #but only the 6 are linked to the howlies #and the 7th is the valkyrie base #meaning (if they only dealt with those 6 bases) steve and the howlies had 2.5 months to plan and execute each mission #steve was only in the european theatre of war for 1 year 3 months and 27 days (or 15 months and 27 days) 😥 #5 days before bucky's birthday #😭 #my meta

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Steve: pretending to joke-flirt So when are you going to go out with me? Bucky: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to? The rest of the Howlies and Peggy: And you just ran away?! Steve: I didn't expect him to flirt back!

#ignore the period inaccuracies #marvel #incorrect quotes #marvel mcu #captain america #steven grant rogers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #steve x bucky #sargent barnes #the 107th #the howling commandos #howlies #peggy carter #agent carter #margret carter #ww2 stucky

[numberonestuckyshipper]

I love the Howling Commandos so much, they’re so underrated if you ask me, especially the awesome dynamic they 100% had. I imagine all of them in very specific ways, some things are based off of fics I’ve read, some of it is just me.

Steve Rogers: Steve is the youngest of them all, he’s also the least experienced one and he hasn’t been part of the group nearly as long as the others considering he came into the picture after Kreischberg. He’s really fun to talk to and he’s as much of a little shit as the others are, being the leader of their group he’s in charge of tacking care of talking to superiors and shit, and he often ignores direct orders to do what he thinks is a better option, he also lets his team get away with things regular soldiers wouldn’t be allowed to do and they love him for it. He often gets yelled at by Bucky after doing stupid shit, the other Howlies often jokingly refer to him as “Dad” when it’s just them.

Bucky Barnes: Bucky has the others’ immense respect from the start, because he’s protective and caring as much as he hates to admit it. He is the only one who has negative amount of problems yelling at Steve after he did some stupid shit, he was the most scarred by Kreischberg but never lets it show. He loves music and always has a song stuck in his head and has fun pissing the others off by butchering the songs when it’s safe to be loud. He trusts Steve more than he probably should and goes with his plans, though he often forces him to modify them and cut down the crap. His protectiveness and strictness when Steve’s being a dumbass gets the others to nickname him “Mom” when they’re in private. He ‘hates’ it.

Dum Dum Dugan: Dum Dum was Bucky’s closest friend after Steve, he has a stupid sense of humor and says way too many dad jokes than is good for his teammates’ mental health. He’s always the first to jump at the opportunity to get his hands on some alcohol (no one complains about that) and he and Jim are the primary clowns of the group. He loves to tease the others, especially “Mom” and “Dad”.

Jim Morita: Jim is the one in charge of their immediate medical problems and small tech involved stuff, like Dugan, he has a shit sense of humor and they often get into battles of who can out dad-joke the other.

Gabe Jones: like Dum Dum, Gabe has known Bucky since before Azzano, and is the one in charge of languages, he speaks French and German more fluently than the others do and in the beginning he was usually in charge of dealing with Jacques’ bullshit.

Monty Falsworth: Monty is the only official member of the Howlies who isn’t broke (he is often teased about it). He could be considered the most sane of the Howlies (though not by far) he is the most experienced of the group to talk about strategy and often helps Steve and helps Bucky knock some reason into the little shit. They like to tease him for living up to every British stereotype and is often asked to ‘translate’ what Peggy says. He has a sister named Jaqueline who is a spy for the SOE.

Jacques Dernier: Jacques was a member of the French resistance, he’s from Marseille and is fully fluent in English but refuses to speak it. He understands everything the others tell him but speaks to them in French and lets them deal with it, after over a year of dealing with him all of the Howlies are more or less fluent in French. They call him a fucking pyromaniac because of his love of explosives and his talent with them. He also has a shit sense of humor that rivals with Dum Dum and Jim and is probably the most batshit crazy member of the team (though the others are pretty close behind him).

Howard Stark is considered an honorary member of the Howlies idc about any contradiction: rule n°1 when it comes to Howard Stark; don’t leave him alone with Jacques Dernier. They will set something on fire or worse. He and Monty are often laughed at for having money and they tease back by talking about rich people problems in front of the others. He is called a lot of names by the Howlies such as things like “Gadget”, “Engineer”, “Civilian”, “Civy” and things among those lines making fun of him not technically being a part of the military. He is involved in a lot of the Howlies’ inside jokes including the “Mom” and “Dad” thing.

#howling commandos #bucky barnes #Steve rogers #jim morita #dum dum dugan #Monty falsworth #Jacques dernier #gabe jones #howard stark #James Montgomery falsworth #Timothy Dugan #james bucky barnes #headcanon #howling commandos headcanon #Howlies hc

[amm0sexual]

who up happy treeing they friend 

#boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #ren hana #derek goffard #the price of flesh #tpof #btd #btd2 #ren hana btd #tpof derek #derek tpof #I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEIR NAMES WOULD BE... #LIKE? WOULD REN BE FLUFFY? AND DEREK SCREAMY? HOWLY??? #<----- still increasingly insane for derek goffard #niko's doodle tag

[bittersweet-in-boston]

Always thinking about them

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #ca:tfa #how lies #srly tho why no howlies series marvel whyyyy

[procyonomancy]

You're only moving in circles...

#good post op #me #echo project #i visited echo from howly's hit visual novel series “don't visit a place called echo”

[auqroix]

i love you, i've missed you

A gift for @targentbronev for the @throughouttheyear gift exchange! happy holidays!

#ginasusa #gina lestrade #susato mikotoba #susato #the great ace attorney #tgaa #dgs #dai gyakuten saiban #sapphic art #wlw art #alright :] this is finally done howly shieet #i hope u like it op!

[creaturethings-secret-side-bog]

My parents are down stairs screaming about the Super Bowl so I’m taking this opportunity to play the crane wives from my record player and sing along and get loud >:3

#there’s so many good howly parts highly recommend #otherkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #werewolf #therian #caninekin #the crane wives #music #about me

[sarahowritesostucky]

Modern Stucky and Howlies AU

The Fic:

What if when Steve came out of the ice, all the Howlies were still alive and living together in one retirement old folk's home? And Steve, having no connections with anybody in the modern world, spent tons of his free time visiting them and playing poker, sneaking them liquor, and just generally creating a headache for the semi-amused retirement home staff?

And Bucky is the care worker who grows to have a crush on Steve.

(**Bonus points if you name the Nursing Home "Shady Acres Care Home" , like where Loki stuck his father in Thor: Ragnarok)

#stucky #stucky au #howling commandos #howlies #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #modern au #shrunkyclunks #retirement home #meet cute #steve rogers x bucky barnes #fic ideas #adoptables #fic adoptables #plot bunny #fic inspo #fanfic inspiration

[the-howling-storm]

She took the Balmung in the divorce

#fgo #fate grand order #fate series #siegfried #fgo siegfried #kriemhild #fgo kriemhild #was I planning to solely gush over Charlie? yes #have I just been talking about Kriemhild nonstop for the past two days instead? #who’s asking you a cop? #hear that make up during Traum but Chaldea seems to be a different story #if y’all need some counseling or a third wheel let me know #howly's shitposts

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

The Shield Bearer - Rated E, WWII Stucky, Canon era, Hurt/Comfort

It wasn’t that Bucky was staring at Steve’s ass, per se. It was the item in the man’s back pocket that held his gaze; the paperback Steve read whenever they stopped to rest, eyes gone distant as he pondered its contents. Bucky couldn’t help but see his Steve Rogers in that dreamy face.

The book was there now even as Steve graciously and generously doled out handshakes and cheek kisses. Bucky observed that his hand went to it exactly twenty-two times to reassure himself it was still there. He also noticed that Steve seemed completely sober.

He’d always been a lightweight, literally, back home. One good swig of a beer would damn near make him tip over. Two cans in, and he’d have been falling down on his face. Bucky had lost track of the times he’d picked Steve up by the scruff of his neck and marched him home before he picked a fight he couldn’t win.

“Whatcha doin,’ Buck?” he’d complain, tripping over his feet to keep up. “I’m fine, I tell ya!’ Fine!”

Bucky would shake his head and guide Steve out of traffic and back onto the sidewalk. “Sure ya’ are, pal.”

It wasn’t like that now. Bucky had witnessed with his own eyes as the man downed six cans in a matter of minutes to quench his thirst. And then a glass of something that smelled stronger than gasoline was pushed into his hand. Then another. And another. And still Steve looked out of the clearest blue-green eyes as he checked for Bucky’s location.

It was unnatural. 

It was also infuriating. Why did Steve have to keep looking at him like that? He had everything he wanted; fame, money, admiration. Everyone thought him a hero; he could practically take on the whole of the Axis countries himself. What was so important about a loser he once knew back in New York?

Bucky moved further away, stationing himself by the exit behind a chattering, guffawing group of soldiers. They were leaning against each other and laughing, racing along in their own tongue and ignoring Bucky.

But Steve found him once again, with that large hand on his hip, checking that the book sat snug in the tightness of his stupid uniform. He’d repositioned between two men who had begun to sing at raucous decibels, trying to connect with Bucky’s soul.

And Bucky felt it then, the twist in his chest that had nothing to do with hunger. He’d skipped the alcohol and figs and bread, knowing full well that others needed it more than he. No, this was something to do with matters of the heart.

Bucky was proud of Steve. The bastard.

The woman who grabbed Steve’s arm next was gorgeous. In fact, every woman they’d met since arriving in Greece was. Her hair was a sleek brown and her eyes warm and she gazed up at Steve like he was —

Bucky had to get out of there. Fast.

It was cooler outside between the two-story buildings. The alley was narrow and open to the stars. Bucky hurried to the end, turning onto the dusty street, hoping Steve had been too preoccupied to see him go.

He walked fast. It was dark now. The city was under the protection of the rebels, so he needn’t worry about running into the enemy. The problem was the enemy was also himself.

Maybe he could lose himself for a while. Find an unoccupied corner for a few hours, a patch of ground that was his alone. Maybe he could unscramble these feelings he had. Get a grip on something he didn’t understand at all.

A few streets away, he encountered a woman with sun-wrinkled skin, her gray hair covered in a shawl, carrying a lamp and a full bag swung over her shoulder. She took one look at Bucky and froze. Her hand covered her mouth and she began backing away. But not before she gave him a lashing at the top of her voice.

Bucky held up his hands to signal he wasn’t a threat, but it was too late. She’d already determined he was untrustworthy. Around them, people began gathering. Apparently, she’d sounded the alarm, and they’d come to her rescue.

Two stern-looking gentlemen approached without fear while the woman continued to shout. It was clear they intended to confront him. Bucky struggled for the words that Gabe had attempted to teach him.

“Friend!” he tried in what he knew to be a horrible accent. “America! Soldier!”

The men recognized the last word, for their intent to protect solidified on their concerned faces. If Bucky didn’t identify himself soon, if he wasn’t successful in convincing them he meant no harm —

Too late, he was caught. Strong hands held him back as the crowd approached. It didn’t look good at all.

And then?

A voice. Impossibly deep, a rumble of thunder that parted the throng and commanded their attention.

Eyes swiveled, heads turned as the newcomer pushed his way through. He was speaking their language, and they were listening. And when the man slapped a gigantic hand to Bucky’s shoulder and smiled like the fucking sun, the two men released their hold and stood as if dumbfounded.

Bucky didn’t dare move for fear of breaking the spell. This was Steve, but it wasn’t. He’d been approached by an imposter, a body double, an unknown.

The old woman, shorter than most of the others, pushed her way through to the middle. There, she glared up at Steve, challenging him in her loud, gravelly voice. Rogers listened, nodding his head, and then spoke again. He squeezed Bucky’s shoulder. The street went quiet.

The woman’s face quite suddenly shifted into disbelief, whipping her head around to study Bucky. She looked into his eyes first with fright, then with pity, and, finally, with kinship.

She shoved her pack into Steve’s arms. He nearly dropped it from the shock. She turned to Bucky and snatched at the pack strap, tugging so hard he nearly lost his balance. There were more words with Steve, and then more pulling. It appeared she was taking Bucky with her.

A glance over his shoulder showed Steve smiling and nodding, mouthing, “It’s OK.” He fell into step after the woman. Bucky didn’t know what to think.

She let go of the strap yet continued to walk, waving her hands and bubbling over like a boiled pot. Every few steps, she would turn and shake her finger at Bucky, lowering her voice and frowning deeply.

Then she resumed her quick march up the street.

Steve fell into step beside him, and Bucky opened his mouth to ask. But the Captain shushed him and lifted his chin, indicating they should follow without question.

Eventually, the woman stopped in front of a building that was probably quite handsome at one point. She spoke to Steve for a few moments, tone scolding as he nodded enthusiastically. It looked in need of a paint job and a few window panes were cracked.

When she turned to Bucky and grabbed his chin with a dry, gnarled hand, her eyes were kind. She whispered something, patted his cheek, then motioned for him to follow her inside.

Steve bumped shoulders with him. Well, Bucky’s shoulder to his bicep, anyway. “Come on. She’s invited us to dinner.”

They entered the building to more sounds of shouting. The woman was bellowing as if she intended to wake the dead. From the innards of the house came four people; two men, a woman, and a pre-teen boy. They met Bucky and Steve with the same expressions; fear, sorrow, then eagerness.

The older man took the bag from Steve, and the younger one followed him into an open space with a large, worn wooden table. There, the two began to unload the packages; cans, ration packets, bandages, and the like. Meanwhile, the older woman chattered at Steve, who responded in turn, and then she pushed the boy out the front door with some sort of order.

The younger woman had a similar face to the older one; Bucky deduced it was her daughter. Mother and daughter shared an animated exchange, and then they, too, disappeared into the kitchen.

Bucky took a moment to catch his breath as Steve crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“What the hell was that?”

Steve smiled crookedly, watching the activity in the other room instead of facing Bucky’s questioning gaze.

“Easy. I saved your ass. They thought you were some kind of militant, and they were about to lock you up in a barn somewhere without any food and water, and then ransom you off to the highest bidder.”

Bucky gaped at him. “They what?”

Steve nodded, still smirking, as if he were enjoying this. “Yep. Turns out, these people belong to a community of local Jews. They were tipped off by a German businessman about the Balkans being taken away by train. They’re working with the Rabbi in Volos to save their compatriots in Greece. I convinced them you were my brother, and that we’re from the Jewish part of New York. They insist we stay to eat and share news from home.”

Bucky blinked as he watched the family set about stashing the rations and getting to work with pots and pans. “So you just convinced them that Captain America is Jewish?”

Steve laughed and slapped a hand to Bucky’s shoulder, shaking him vigorously. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He uncrossed his beastly thighs and pushed away from the wall, preparing to join their hosts.

But Bucky wasn’t finished. “How did you do that?”

Steve turned slightly but not enough to see his whole face. “Do what?”

Bucky so wanted to punch him just then. “Speak to them!”

There was the briefest hint of eye contact before Steve put his hand on his back pocket. He retrieved the book and slapped it hard against Bucky’s stomach. 

And then he walked away.

After recovering from a good solid hit to the bread basket, Bucky looked inside the tattered cover of the book. 

Greek words and phrases for beginners.

“Oh.”

The chaos that ensued left Bucky feeling like an outsider. Three different conversations happened over the preparation of food, none of which he could understand. He pulled up a chair next to Steve and watched with growing interest as his friend tried to help wash vegetables.

Bucky caught the man’s pants pocket and reeled him back in. This he knew about.

“Hey,” he hissed into Rogers’ ear. “What happens at my house when you try to help?”

The confused expression on Steve’s face fell into recognition. He was used to living with Sarah, single mom for a long time, before the fend-for-yourself that happened in their apartment. “Your Ma’ would box my ears.”

“Uh-huh. Now sit your ass down and be polite. These people are starving, yet they’re willing to feed us like honored guests.”

Sheepish, Steve obeyed with hunched shoulders and bowed head. Bucky thought he saw a glimpse of his small friend inside.

Just as the food was about to be served, more people arrived. The boy who’d been sent away returned, carrying Steve and Bucky’s heavy packs, no less. He’d also brought with him three other boys, all of which had been needed to haul the supplies from the celebration hall. They beamed at Steve, who flashed a radiant smile and pulled something out of his shirt pocket for each of them.

The patch all of the Howlie’s wore: the shield with its wing.

Before Bucky could ask, Steve explained. “Stark gave them to me. I’ve been handing them out to kids for months. They’re spread out all over Europe at this point.”

Something twanged inside Bucky’s chest. There was so much good in him.

It was a fabulous meal (a bone broth with various vegetables to make up for the lack of meat), punctuated by the guilt Bucky felt for taking it. But Steve promised he’d fill their stash with more staples in the morning. 

They’d also been offered a room for the night. “They want to give us a quiet night’s rest. They’ve offered to sit up in shifts to make sure nothing happens.”

Bucky’s heart clenched with appreciation for these strangers.

The conversation switched from shouting and hand waving after the meal to quiet, intent faces as Steve spoke to them about their missions. Bucky watched emotion play out on the family’s faces as he told his stories. It appeared they wanted the bad news with the good. They asked questions and nodded with serious frowns. 

They were frightened.

Bucky showed them the small pictures of his mom and dad. The old woman, whose name was Nina, patted his cheek fondly and pointed at his mother. Bucky didn’t need to know the language to understand.

They had a son, twenty, who joined the local defenders and hadn’t been home in weeks. Steve took a picture and promised to pass it around. Maybe someone would know something.

It was late by the time Bucky and Steve were shown to the guest bedroom, a ten-by-ten space with one metal bed. Steve thanked them repeatedly and before the door was closed, Bucky got a hug from Nina.

The two men stood facing each other but avoided the others’ gaze. Steve spoke first.

“I suppose we’re going to fight over who gets the bed, too.”

It was a good, honest right hook.

Bucky sighed heavily and swiped a hand over his face. “I don’t want to fight, Steve. It’s just —“

He looked into that face, the same eyes and nose and lips and —

“I’m just angry at everything.”

Steve didn’t move. Didn’t nod or shrug or anything. “The guys mentioned it. A few times.”

Bucky groaned. “Of course they did.”

The piteous look Rogers threw him was harsh. “They care about you, Buck.”

Bucky knew this. But the way it was said made it sound as if Steve was the worried one.

He studied the bed and remembered how they shared one for years in the apartment. It was a comfort thing. It was a heat thing. It was a — a Steve thing.

“We can share,” Bucky said, resolving himself to accept this monster of a man as his friend. The heart of him had swelled along with his body, and Bucky found he couldn’t justify staying angry with him.

They undressed without speaking, removing boots and socks, belts and trousers. Steve unbuttoned his shirt with fat, clumsy fingers, and Bucky was struck with the idea that Rogers wasn’t used to his body yet, either.

Stripped to their bvds and undershirts, they moved side by side near the bed. The quilt had been pulled down and the pillows propped against the head stand. They sat together as they stood. Steve’s knee bumped Bucky’s, their elbows connected. And the bed?

Creeaaaaaakk!

Steve and Bucky burst into laughter at the sound.

“I ain’t sleeping a wink on this thing,” Bucky said.

Steve’s laugh sounded so, so good. “Me neither. How about we camp on the floor?”

“Sounds like a plan, Cap.”

They unpacked their bedrolls and stole the pillows and quilt from the bed. Bucky turned out the light as Steve sank onto his side, turning his back to Bucky’s roll.

They lay side by side for a long time, Bucky on his back and Steve on his side, facing away. Neither slept, neither moved or made any attempt to. For Bucky’s part, his mind was racing with the events of that night.

Finally, Steve spoke. “What’s eating you, Buck?”

In the dark, Bucky could have easily believed it was his Steve, home after a long day, with Bucky lost in thought. Steve constantly worried about him. Whether he was happy or sad, angry or fired up. The night always seemed to make his anxiety worse.

Bucky’s mouth was dry. He traced over the knuckles on his own hand, lying over his heart, trying to put it into words.

He settled on, “I miss you.”

Steve’s inhale was sharp and rang like an echo in the small room. “But I’m right here.”

Bucky shook his head. “It’s not you who’s missing. It’s me.”

The bedroll beside him rustled as Steve shifted onto his back, too. Before he dove into deeper worry, Bucky continued.

“I lost part of myself in that Hydra Facility. I’m not the same person now.”

Steve grunted as he rolled again. Bucky could feel warm breath on his cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”

So that was it. Rogers was trying to atone for something entirely out of his control.

Typical.

“You don’t have to keep protecting me,” Bucky said, feeling the crushing pressure in his chest now. “Just like I need to stop looking after you.”

Something moved in the dark, and a large, warm hand found his. Bucky froze.

“That’s not what this is about. This is about friends watching out for each other, not because we’re supposed to. Because we want to.”

And, oh, did that hurt?

More silence followed. Steve’s hand was hot and heavy over Bucky’s, just lying there, unmoving.

“I saved your Brooklyn butt twice today,” Steve finally said, voice lighter, trying to soften the mood.

The old sense of competitiveness raised its head, and Bucky snorted in reply. “If we’re going to keep track, I think we have to go all the way back to the beginning.”

They did, go back. Silently. Each following a path inside their own heads, remembering what they had been through. Childhood friends. Teen rivals. Confused young men who sometimes weren’t that great to each other. 

And now?

Steve’s hand moved, sliding over Bucky’s chest to the opposite side. He moved closer, shifting sideways until he was so close that absolutely no one in the world would see them as brothers.

“Shut up now and get some sleep.”

Bucky’s heart thundered in his chest and he feared that Steve would feel it. He turned away, but Steve followed. His heavy arm draped over Bucky’s ribcage, chest pressed against Bucky’s back, sturdy chin bumping the top of Bucky’s head.

Steve chuckled, and Bucky’s stomach did a flip.

“What?”

More chuckling, low and deep. “There was a time when my head fit under your chin.”

Finish reading on AO3

#stucky #wwii stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #howlies

[amarriageoftrueminds]

I am totally biased but, the side eye by Erskine 😂

To be fair, she did hire Zola- so there's a big chance Erskine saw the red flags.

gunna have to start asking people not to jumpscare me like this

#toAyourQ #olla-kalla #CATFA meta #iirc he was side-eyeing phillips because he was talking shit about steve wasn't he?? 🤔 #listen... as godawful as she is... #in the interest of equal-opportunity callouts: erskine is no nice guy™ himself #waits till steve is *alone* to talk to him... but sends in an MP first to make steve knows he's in the trouble... #before offering him a chance to be in the army (or... what? or else?) #but doesn't tell him anything about the life-endangering experiment until it's too late to back out? #picks someone who is alone / friendless / orphan / poor / disabled #we're supposed to think he's jewish in the MCU just because of being a Hydra prisoner + where he lives in Queens... #but.... we're not *actually* ever told that?? #and in fact him living and working in Nazi Germany (working FOR Nazis) in 1942 means he probably can't be?? #and that's *before* you get into the fact that project rebirth is a eugenics project #he may be 'nice' to Steve (for a given value of 'nice' ...it is all in his own interest; not because he cares about helping Steve) #and recognise Steve's great qualities unlike anyone else before Bucky / his Ma... #but there's more going on with this guy! #woke-washing blinds ppl to the (conveniently ambiguous for a right wing writer to get away with) ...issues #tl;dr: basically there isn't a single person worth knowing in the SSR before steve and the howlies 'join' #antipeggy #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #mcu meta #dat's me

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Missing scene from CATFA, based off of the movie and comments in Agent Carter:

Steve: God, if only someone loved me… Peggy: standing behind them with roses Bucky: holding box of chocolates Howard: has balloons and a card [in Agent Carter she says "I loved him too" and I know what they meant but I thought this was funny] Dum Dum: facepalms This is sad.

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