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ad1thi · 3 years

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2020 fic recs!! [Part 2]

part 2 of my 2020 fic recs!! as before, ive limited this to five fics per month; and fics are ordered by the month they were published. This spans fandoms and ships, and hopefully you find something you like!! credit for the idea goes to @iam93percentstardust

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July

this is the start: @capnwinghead

Clark and Bruce continue raising the Wayne children and encounter a number of challenges along the way.

great minds (love alike): @starklysteve

Steve’s eyes flicks down to Tony’s knees on the floor.

“Are you – are you proposing to me with my ring for you?” Steve asks incredulously, eyes wide and confused.

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Or, Steve finds Tony’s ring for him, Tony finds Steve’s ring for him. Panic happens.

Marvels Unsolved: @iam93percentstardust

Marvels Unsolved was never supposed to be this popular. It started off as a novelty web-series about Tony trying to convince Bucky about the existence of the supernatural—he firmly believed that if science could turn Uncle Steve from an actual shrimp to the god of muscles, then magic had to be out there—and then they’d started talking about an unsolved crime from the early 20th century after filming an episode one day, forgetting that the camera was still rolling, and had ended up with enough footage to make a second episode about real crimes. They had stayed pretty unknown throughout that first season but then true crime podcasts had exploded in popularity and Unsolved along with them.

it’s a small world after all: @maguna-stxrk

“Great speech.”

Smiling at the compliment, Tony turns around. “Thank y—”

And nearly drops his champagne flute.

His world comes to a stop.

They had only spent a night together, but Tony would recognize those baby blues anywhere.

It’s Steve.

Steve from Tony’s London business trip. Or, as Rhodey has become accustomed to calling him—The Soulmate That Got Away.

you’re in my blood, you’re in my veins: @nethandrake

Tony always figured that if they ever were to break up, it would be like a blaze. Scorching and hot and all-too blinding. Intense like the two of them have always been.

Instead, they break up on a Tuesday, with the rain pelting the windowpane and the midnight silence stifling.

August

Five Times Danny said he’d marry Steve (plus one): @five-wow

Danny humphs. “Look, all I’m saying is, I think I’d probably have married you by now.”

“I’d marry you, too,” Steve says.

Or: An experiment in how many times you can say something before you have to put your money where your mouth is.

Family (You’ve Always Had It): @/SunnyQueen

A black Camaro and a scowling blond was not what Junior had been expecting.

“Hi, sir. You didn’t have to pick me up.”

The blond looked up from the screen on his phone and groaned, completely ignoring Junior's statement. “You are right, I didn't have to."

Ode To Yoga Pants: @riotfalling

OR the continued terrible mating dance of Bucky and Tony, AKA when betting on your friends stops being fun

Through The Years: @hawkbucks

Tony brings home Natasha one day, proclaiming her to be his new sister.

Natasha takes this all in stride.

The broken road that led me home to you: @just-fandomthings

A documented list of conversations between Steve and Danny via text and phone call following the events of 10x22 "Aloha." (Where, even thousands of miles apart, Steve and Danny can't go without talking to each other.)

September

someday, we’ll pass it on to you: @starklysteve

Steve smiles.

Reaching up, he flattens his hand against his son’s far smaller one, curling gently around it. “You wanna be like him?”

“Da!” Peter agrees again.

One year old, and you already know who’s the best of us, Steve pauses to reflect, all his fears chased away by a fierce pride. “Your Dad’s coming home real soon,” he promises, “you should tell him that.”

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Or, five times Peter did the repulsor pose as a toddler

+ one time he used the repulsors as an adult

Classic Sci Fi: @notdoingsohot

Bucky wakes up to Steve telling him he's lost his memory, but not to panic, it'll only last a few days. Easier said than done when the last thing Bucky remembers is fighting Hydra with the Howlies in WWII.

He tries to make the most of it however, and there's this guy... Tony Stark. It's pretty clear the guy hates Bucky's guts, which is unfortunate because god damn is he a sight.

He tries to figure out what he did to wrong Stark, but everyone just tells him he doesn't want to know.

They were right.

Blooms in Frost: @/Diomedes

Tony coughs up his first petal on the sixth of July. He has been married to the love of his life for two years.

Bury a Hanahaki corpse in earth and it will beget the most beautiful garden. All that love, it is said, must go somewhere.

Hanahaki AU: Established relationship

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A Single Thread of Gold: @lovelyirony

Rhodey doesn't believe in love at first sight or any of that cheesy shit. He just wants someone who is nice, dependable, and safe.

Tony Stark is Housing Service's little problem for the school year, and now he's stuck in Rhodey's room because he's exploded the last two dorm rooms he's been in and won't live off-campus.

high roller, place your bet: @machi-kun

“Would you kiss Stark for a hundred bucks?”

“I would pay a hundred bucks to kiss him.”

October

press my luck: @omg-just-peachy

But... Steve is almost ten years his junior, and he could be with just about anyone, looking and acting like he does. And then there’s the not so small fact of Tony’s name and net worth and the fact that, okay, Tony had paid for Steve’s grad school tuition, and now he’s worried Steve feels obligated to stay. Or something.

Or, Tony is a billionaire, Steve is a grad student, and they learn to let themselves be taken care of.

see it with the lights out: @starklysteve

Tony goes on a business trip, and he does not - not at all - get jealous of Dodger hogging his husband's chest, a territory otherwise known as Tony's pillow.

(or, Steve goes on an Instagram spree and Tony misses home)

adulthood is looking both ways before you cross the street and getting hit by an airplane: @starkslovemail

It was a perfect plan, if Peter did say so himself.

The Buy In: @dracusfyre

For the ImagineTonyandBucky prompt: Mafia AU with Tony as the Boss (except he's a really good one, making the streets safe, keeping drugs away from kids etc) and Bucky as the detective sent to go undercover to catch him out but ends up realizing he's actually doing more good than harm and they end up falling in love

trinkets of your affection: @starklysteve

Kissed him once for every year I loved him, Steve had written.

By that count, Steve owes him five more kisses now.

Tony traces the words, hands trembling, and tips back a shot of Howard's ancient whiskey. None of it burns anymore.

One day, he'll have lived more days without Steve than there are words in the diary.

For the first time since he'd woken with shrapnel in his chest, Tony fears the future.

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Or, five things Tony keeps to remember Steve by, and one thing Steve gives him to remember.

November

“Hey Tony”: @riotfalling

Steve points out that Bucky never calls Tony by his actual name. Bucky doesn’t believe him, until he does.

Remembering You is Hard to Do: @lovelyirony

“The future’s crazy, honey-bear.”

Jim looks up.

“Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Honey-bear. It’s weird.”

“Inside joke we have,” Tony says, chest tightening. “We thought those couples that have the lovey-dovey nicknames were ridiculous.”

overheard your heartbeat (calling me yours): @starklysteve

"Tony - "

"I wish I could promise to come home this time," he feels the armor crawl back down his arm, continuing unnoticed over Steve's red gloves, then up the blue uniform as Tony fights to keep Steve's gaze firmly fixed on him.

The last eyes Tony might get to see, and he wants to be lost in them.

In the end, his entire life boils down a few simple things: "JARVIS, take care of him for me."

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Or, Tony overhears a phonecall where Steve proposes, a battle happens, and a paper ring settles some misunderstandings.

i (really, really, really, really, really, really) like you.: @nethandrake

For as long as Steve can remember, he's been crushing on Tony Stark. The thing is, he's pretty sure Tony doesn't know Steve exists. And how could he? Steve's scrawny and little. He's a nobody compared to Tony who's Mr Popular and the son of a billionaire.

Or at least he thought so until Tony swings by the bakery Steve's mother happens to own to enlist Steve's help in finding the perfect Valentine's Day card.

The perfect Valentine's Day card for someone who isn't Steve.

One Song (My Heart Keeps Singing): @iam93percentstardust

When Thor is old enough to understand what a Heartsong is, he goes to his mother to ask her why he can’t understand the language his is in. He listens as she tells him about the first soulmates who couldn't understand their Heartsong until the day they meet, excited by the thought of a grand adventure, one that will take him across the cosmos in search of his One.

He’ll search all the Nine Realms if he has to.

December

Swiping Right: @s-horne

“Ouch. Definitely a hard pass for that one?”

Steve startled at the sudden comment from the row of chairs behind him and turned around. He’d been passing the time in the airport lounge by swiping through Tinder and had gotten lost in his own world. It was almost jarring to be pulled away from the screen of hot men and back into reality where the PA was screeching and there was noise everywhere.

Adjusting to the difference, Steve frowned. Wait, he knew that face. Oh, shit… he knew that face.

“No, no, it’s fine,” the man said before Steve could get out anything other than an embarrassed sort of yelp. Waving his hand through the air, the stranger smiled ruefully. “I get it. It’s the beard, isn’t it? True be told, it was a weird winter choice that year and I knew it would come back to hurt me.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. He knew it must have shown on his face and could feel himself flushing, panicked and embarrassed all at once. What were the odds of swiping left on someone literally sat behind him?

set your flight path home (to me): @starklysteve

Tony puts down his welding torch. “I’m building you a plane.”

Stepping carefully over the gears and tools scattered about, Rhodey slowly makes his way to him.

“And when did you become an expert on how to build a plane?”

“Last night,” Tony grins.

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Tony builds a plane, and Rhodey teaches Tony how to fly it. Or he would be teaching Tony, if Tony didn't distract him so much.

I Want A Man With A Slow Hand: @thefourofswords

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked on their way to a crime scene, because no time like the present, and Danny believed in ripping off band-aids.

“Why not?” Steve replied, eyes on the road. “You’re gonna even if I say no.”

“What do you like in bed?”

Danny undertakes a very important mission to get Steve laid. For his health. Ahem.

same time next year: @omg-just-peachy

“I forgot to ask. When’s your flight home?” Steve asks, draping his arm over Tony’s shoulder and settling in against him.

Tony ignores the knot that forms in his chest at the idea of it, leaving Steve again for his own impersonal apartment, his piles of books and projects and the nights without sleep.

“Day after tomorrow.”

Steve huffs a little sigh, then brings his lips to Tony’s neck. “Well, we’ll have to make the most of it, won’t we?”

Or, four (4) Christmases with two (2) idiots who can't admit they're in love.

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile): @starklysteve

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.

Keyword: try

#adi's rec list #superbat #superhusbands #winterironfalcon #mcdanno #buckytony #peppernat #superfamily #rhodeytony #ironfamily #and that's a wrap!!!

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polizwrites · 2 years

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First Sleep, Then Coffee [Moodboard]

This is a fill for my @starkbucksbingo Sam Wilson square and will have an accompanying ficlet posted to Ao3 sometime in the next week or so.

#fanart #moodboard #sbb2021 #MCU/Marvel #WinterIronFalcon #Tony/Bucky/Sam #Shameless Self Promo

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hawkbucks · 4 years

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77. "We're meant for each other" with WinterIronFalcon, pretty please? 🥺🍩

Tony gratefully takes the cheeseburger that Sam offers him, sinking further and further into the couch cushions. “We’re meant for each other,” he dreamily sighs, unwrapping the burger and taking a bite into it. The noise he makes could--and would--be considered indecent by a majority of the public, but Bucky and Sam are far too used to him to comment on it.

“All I did was bring you a cheeseburger,” Sam laughs. He gives Bucky a holder full of french fries, smiling when Bucky gives him a kiss on the cheek as thanks.

“But, you--” Tony swallows what’s in his mouth-- “you also remembered to tell them not to put pickles. You remembered,” he repeats cheerfully, twisting his upper body around to look at Sam over the back of the couch. “That basically makes you one of the best boyfriends I’ve ever had.”

Both Sam and Bucky stare at Tony.

“Has anyone told you your standards are concerningly low?” Bucky says. “Also, why is only Sam the best boyfriend you’ve ever had?”

“One of the best boyfriends I’ve ever had,” Tony corrects. He winks at Bucky. “I’m not forgetting you. Now, come. I wanna cuddle on the couch.”

“Or, you could join us at the table like a normal person,” Sam says, snickering. “...But seriously, you know Bucky needs, like, 5 burgers just to feel full. Imagine all the crumbs 5 burgers would get on the couch. How mad would Steve be?”

They all contemplate that. Bucky shudders.

“Yeah,” Tony acquiesces. “Yeah, I’ll join you guys at the table. I’m sitting in Sam’s lap, though.”

Sam pulls out a chair, sits on it, and spreads his arms wide. “I’m always open for you, honey.”

Bucky crosses his arms, an exaggerated frown on his face. “I’m right here, you know.”

“I’ll feed you your french fries,” Tony offers as he walks over to Sam and plops down in his lap. “Plus, you said it’s hard for you to concentrate when I’m on your lap.”

Bucky sighs. “I did say that.”

Sam shakes his head and clicks his tongue in sympathy. “Shot yourself in the foot with that one, man.” He wraps his arms around Tony’s waist and rests his chin on one of Tony’s shoulders.

Bucky’s head hangs low. “I did.” He sits in the chair next to Tony and Sam, dramatically placing the back of his hand against his forehead. “You never know what you have until it’s gone.”

“Why are you like this,” Sam deadpans as Tony covers his mouth to stifle his laughter, shoulders shaking.

Bucky peeks at them. “You guys love me for it.”

“Begrudgingly,” Sam says.

#winterironfalcon #filled #'Begrudgingly' Sam says as he's the one who spoons Bucky every night.#'BEGRUDGINGLY' Sam says as he buys the specific brand of--#cereal he knows Bucky likes.#'BEGRUDGINGLY.'#justsomeoneunordinary

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kimannhart · 4 years

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"i never stood a chance" for samtony or samtonybucky 👀👀

dark thoughts cw and implied suicidal ideation cw (both are under the cut)

“You’re a complete fucking idiot,” are the first words Tony hears as he slowly wakes up. Judging by the harsh smell of antiseptics and the beeping sounds, Tony knows he managed to land himself in the hospital once again. He manages enough energy to keep his eyes open and is greeted to the sight of an angry looking Bucky.

“Your ‘edside manner needs some wor’,” Tony slurs out.

“And you need to stop playing the self-sacrifice card,” Bucky bites back, anger seeping through his words. He leans back in the uncomfortable hospital chair and crosses his arms. “Why did you do it Tony?”

Tony ignores the man, not willing to let himself be interrogated when he can’t physically escape the conversation. Because if he did then that would mean having to deal with his.... feelings, and Tony most definitely would like to avoid those any cost. So, yeah, he’s going to keep quiet.

“Tony,” Bucky says in that scolding tone that Tony hates so much.

“Toucan Sam okay?” he asks instead, making it a point to not look at Bucky.

Bucky sighs. The anger leaving his veins as he realizes that trying to question Tony in this state is unfair. Though, he points a finger at the injured man and sternly says, “We’re penciling this conversation for another time. Don’t give me that look Tony. I’m not afraid to resort to getting Steve into this conversation too so he can subject you to his puppy dog eyes and get it through your thick skull that you need to stop recklessly putting yourself in danger.”

Tony doesn’t have to bite back his retort because as soon as Bucky is done speaking, the man he asks about walks into his room. “There he is,” he greets.

Sam gives him a smile before crouching down slightly to give Bucky a peck on the lips, causing Tony to look away. Tony can’t tell if the new pain he’s starting to feel in his chest is from the injuries he received from their recent battle or if it’s heartbreak. Though, if it’s the latter, Tony knows he has no right to feel that way. Sam and Bucky are happily together. (Hell, Tony was the first one to find out about it after seeing the two of them slow dance together in the dead of the night in the common room, ending with the two of them kissing deeply.) He knows that his feelings for both men are something he should never act on. Despite the marks that connects his soul to both of them—a fact that he’s hidden from everyone—, Tony isn’t worthy of their love, at least that’s what his mind has led him to believe. The dark thoughts that haunt his mind.The self-loathing and depressing thoughts that taunt him daily, telling him how much he doesn’t deserve to be loved by anyone. The thoughts that tell him he doesn’t deserve to bear the mark of two amazing human beings. The thoughts that tell him how much he doesn’t deserve to be alive and that he should constantly throw himself into danger, even if there is no need for it.

Tony knows that one day, soon he thinks by how things are going now, that eventually those thoughts will swallow him whole. And Tony knows that the day Death comes to greet him the first thing that he will say is, I never stood a chance against those thoughts, did I?

“Never stood a chance against what thoughts?” The question snaps Tony back to reality. He panics a bit when he realizes that he spoke aloud without meaning to. “I’m going to ask again, Tony, what thoughts?” Sam asks, worry painting his face.

Tony gives them his press smile. “Oh, nothing. Everything is peachy keen here, boys.” Tony quickly changes the subject into asking what the full extent of his injury are, hoping they’ll take the bait. Though, judging by the glance Sam and Bucky give each other, Tony knows they’ll keep a close eye on him later.

#winterironfalcon #but like pre-winterironfalcon #mom said it's /my/ turn for the soulmates/soulmarks au #i actually really like this one so if y'all really want a part 2 let me know #joanis writes a thing #ad1thi #answered

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iam93percentstardust · 1 year

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winterironfalcon, sam and tony are both away on a mission while bucky still isn't cleared to go. they send him a text every morning until one morning he doesn't get one. your call if you go super angsty or super fluffy with that one, surprise me :)

I wanted so bad to write BAMF Bucky, but this came out instead, so you're getting something somewhere between angsty and fluffy

Bucky knew the moment Sam and Tony missed their scheduled check-in that something was wrong. Other people might have thought it was foolish to be so convinced after one missed text that things had gone poorly, but Bucky hadn’t maintained his position as the Fist of HYDRA for seventy years by ignoring his instincts. If he had, he would have been dead a hundred times over, killed by that American attempt at a new supersoldier back in Korea or by one of his own trainees in Siberia or one of the Widows after HYDRA ordered him to betray them.

“I should have been out there with them,” he snarled, pacing back and forth in front of the hangar doors. He wasn’t cleared to go on missions with the team yet, so he had no idea how long it would take the Quinjet to travel from Kenya, where the weapons convention had been, back home to the tower. He just hoped that Sam and Tony would be on it, that they hadn’t, as all his instincts were screaming had happened, been kidnapped.

“You don’t actually know that something went wrong,” Clint pointed out from where he was balancing on his crutches in the doorway. He was originally supposed to be the one of the members on the mission, but that plan had fallen in the dumpster when Clint had fallen in the dumpster after a night out with Daredevil and broken his leg. Natasha probably could have easily completed the mission with another partner, but Steve and Bruce couldn’t act to save their lives, neither as the arms dealer Clint was supposed to be playing or as Natasha’s spouse. And since Tony already knew all about weapons manufacturing, and he and Sam were already a couple (even if their couple was actually a throuple), well…

Sam and Tony were the next-best choice, the only choice, and though Bucky had been leery about letting them go on the mission without him, he’d eventually agreed to it after they’d promised to send him daily check-ins.

“They might just have decided to skip it since they’re on their way back now,” Clint suggested.

Bucky gave him what must have been a truly unimpressed look because Clint winced. Un-fucking-likely. Natasha wasn’t the type to send updates, too used to SHIELD sending her on completely-dark missions without an extraction plan, and Steve sent his through Hill every couple of days, but Sam and Tony—they’d promised him daily updates. And considering they’d been dating for nearly six months, Bucky was inclined to trust them, even though he still wasn’t used to it.

“The jet should have been back by now,” he muttered, pulling the phone Tony had insisted on getting him out of his pocket to check the time. The team was over six hours late. The convention Sam and Tony had been attending had ended the previous night; they should have wrapped things up earlier and already been back by now—or at the very least well on their way home. Bucky should have been reading filthy texts from Tony all about what he wanted Bucky to do to him, not anxiously searching the horizon for the speck he knew would be the Quinjet.

“I’m flying out there,” he announced.

“What?” Clint said, startled. “No. Bucky, no. You’re not cleared for a mission, you don’t even know how to fly the Quinjet.”

“Nope,” Bucky agreed, marching toward the spare jet. He had at least a couple guns stashed away in there. He had stash points all over the tower. It made him feel better in case Tony’s security system ever failed during an attack. “That’s why you’re coming with me.”

“Uh, no?” Clint hopped across the hangar, tugged on Bucky’s arm as he ignored him in favor of inputting the code to open the bay doors. “Bucky, come on. They probably just got delayed.”

“Great. When we pass them in midair, then we can turn back around. But until—unless—we do, I’m flying out to Kenya.” He stopped and gave Clint the pleading eyes that always worked to get him and Steve out of trouble when they were kids. “Clint, I need you. I can’t fly this bird by myself.”

Clint groaned for an impressive forty-five seconds. Bucky waited him out, tapping his foot impatiently. He liked being able to do little things like that. It wasn’t natural to him, not before his time with HYDRA and not during, but he liked having the freedom to show his impatience, even in the smallest of ways.

“Aw Quinjet no,” Clint muttered eventually, heading up the ramp.

Bucky nodded shortly to himself and followed.

The closer they got to Kenya, the more likely it seemed he was right. They didn’t pass the other Quinjet like ships in the night. They weren’t hailed by any of their silent team members. They weren’t hailed by anyone, and as they flew over Nairobi, Bucky spotted the hotel where the convention had been at in flames.

“Fuck,” Clint breathed, bringing them in for a landing on the rooftop of the Stark Industries building the team had been using as a base of operations. The other Quinjet was there, innocuously parked in the hangar. As Bucky stalked down the ramp, Clint hobbling behind him, Steve and Natasha emerged from the tower. Both were armed, though Steve lowered his shield as soon as he spotted them.

“Buck?” Steve asked worriedly, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“Good,” Bucky grunted, pushing past him. “You’re both still alive. Glad to hear that someone is.”

Natasha blocked him before he can make it through the door. “You’re not cleared to be here,” she said evenly.

“I wouldn’t need to be if either of my partners had checked in last night like they were supposed to,” he snapped. “Or if you had made it home like you were supposed to. Where are they?”

“We got them back!” Steve blurted out.

Bucky whirled around so fast he managed to give himself whiplash, which he thought was impossible. “What do you mean, you got them back?” he shouted. “You lost them?”

Natasha made an irritated noise behind him. Clint patted Steve’s back sympathetically. Steve looked between all three of them like he hoping one of them would rescue him, but Bucky had caught the scent now, and he wouldn’t be deterred. Natasha, he doubted he could break, but Steve had never been able to keep a secret from him, which was how he knew about that time Steve had drunkenly made out with Falsworth.

“What,” he asked softly, dangerously, stepping forward until he was in Steve’s space, nearly nose to nose with him, “do you mean, you got them back?”

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “Their cover was blown. We’re not sure how, that’s why we haven’t gotten back yet. We went dark because we’re pretty sure it was a mole and not someone figuring them out. Sam and Tony were taken last night during the speeches. We found them this morning. They hadn’t even been moved from the hotel. They’re fine, mostly, sleeping off the drugs they were given, but they’re not injured.”

For the first time in nearly twenty-four hours, Bucky relaxed. “They’re okay?” he asked, double-checking.

“They’re okay. Natasha brought in a doctor she knows to take a look at them. The drug was just meant to knock them out for a few days. They’ll wake up probably tomorrow.”

Bucky exhaled slowly. His lovers were going to be okay. There was a buzzing under his skin that likely wouldn’t be settled until he got to see them in person, but there were more pressing matters at hand now.

“You said somethin’ about a mole?”

“Yes,” Natasha said, joining them. Clint looked between the three of them and then disappeared into the penthouse, muttering something about checking on Sam and Tony.

“Then what are we doing still standing here?” he demanded. “Let’s hunt them down.”

When the Winter Soldier put his mind to something, there wasn’t much that didn’t get done quickly. Tracking down the mole was no different. In less than a day, he had flushed them out of Hill’s command center, had them turned over to the authorities, and made it back to Sam and Tony’s bedside just in time for Sam to start waking up. This particular Stark Industries facility didn’t have a medical center like the tower back in New York, only the penthouse and a couple of guest suites, so Sam and Tony had been placed in the same bed in the penthouse.

Bucky had dragged an armchair close to the bed as soon as he got back and settled in to wait, but he didn’t have to wait long. In less than an hour, Sam groaned, his eyelashes starting to flutter. Bucky immediately put down the book he was reading and waited as Sam blinked and then turned to him, fixing him with an adorably fuzzy look.

“Morning, baby,” Bucky said softly, picking up Sam’s hand. He stroked the back of it with his thumb.

“Wha’ happen’?” Sam slurred, blinking a few more times as his eyes focused.

Bucky said simply, “You were betrayed.” His time in HYDRA had taught him that it was best to be honest and blunt where he could be. Sugarcoating the facts helped no one but himself. “Natasha and Steve got you back, but you were drugged. You’ve been sleeping it off.”

“You?”

He shrugged. “You missed your check-in. I got worried.”

Sam fixed him with as fierce as a glare as he could manage at the moment, which wasn’t very. Bucky bit back a smile. “Not cleared.”

“Nope,” Bucky agreed. “But that I wasn’t gonna leave my best guys behind, now, was I?”

“Coulda handled it.”

“Yeah, but you’ll never have to, as long as I’m around.”

Sam rolled his eyes, wincing when the motion twinged what was likely a headache. “Tony?”

Bucky nodded over at Tony on Sam’s other side, helping him to shift onto his side when Sam tried to look at him. “He hasn’t woken up yet. Natasha said the doctor she found thought it might affect you differently.”

Sam curled around Tony, who, as though summoned by Sam’s touch, made a soft noise, though his eyes didn’t open. Bucky sighed relievedly. He wouldn’t deny that he’d been worried when Sam had woken first and Tony had kept sleeping, even though he’d been assured multiple times that both of them were fine.

“Lay down wit’ us,” Sam murmured, already starting to drift off to sleep again. “Stay.”

And he should tell him no. He should refuse and tell him that he and Tony both needed to get their rest and that he wouldn’t be helping any if he stayed and slept beside them. But Sam was asking, and Bucky had never been able to deny either of his lovers anything, not since the very first time they showed up at his safehouse and asked him to come home.

“Okay,” he said, letting Sam’s hand slip out of his. He walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in on Tony’s other side, sandwiching him between the two of them. Sam’s hand was resting on Tony’s stomach, and, after a moment’s hesitation, Bucky let his own hand fall on top of Sam’s. Lulled by the sounds of Sam and Tony’s soft breaths, his eyes drifted closed as he drifted off to sleep. Everything was okay. Sam and Tony were here, and they were safe.

They were okay.

#winterironfalcon #alle writes #alle answers #if you like please reblog

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justsomeoneunordinary · 3 years

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for a moodboard idea...i think i saw you mention winterironfalcon a while ago-hope your anon is okay btw-but how's winterironfalcon as villains for a moodboard idea?

I hope so too, cause it’s been a while they wrote me. This was a bit of a difficult request and I don’t know how well I did... but at least I tried? Hope it’s good enough!

#may's moodboards #winterironfalcon #sambuckytony #bucky barnes #tony stark #sam wilson #anon #may answers

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Oooh more pairings fun 👀 - how about some Bucky/Tony/Sam: Stop, drop and roll

Me: Stop, drop, and roll *does the dance move* My Lower Back: Oh fucking absolutely not

Stop, Drop, and Roll

“So how did you three meet?” Pepper asked politely.

Tony began making frantic throat cutting motions behind her, eyes wide in terror.

Sam stared at him with his coffee cup halfway up to his mouth, bewildered. “Uh... work,” he finally said, and watched as Tony immediately sagged in relief.

“Oh, after one of his lab explosions,” Pepper said with understanding, nodding. “Of course.”

Tony began waving his hands at them frantically again and mouthing ‘please’ over and over again.

“...Yes,” Sam agreed slowly. Tony nearly fell to the ground in relief, grabbing the back of the couch to ground himself.

“I’ve been telling him that he needs to be more careful in the lab,” Pepper continued, oblivious. “I’m glad he has you two to rely on. Maybe he’ll listen to you about lab safety. Lord knows he never listened to me.”

“Yep, you know me, always listening to my firefighter boyfriends,” Tony said frantically, tray of refills shoved out in front of him like a shield. Then he paused, and the color drained from his face when he realized Bucky’s seat was empty. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Oh, I sent him to help Jim up,” Pepper told him pleasantly, smiling like the cat who caught the canary.

Tony dropped the tray the last three inches onto the coffee table.

“Oh no, did you have Sam sanitize the story of how you met?” Pepper asked, bottom lip jutting out into a mocking pout. Then her face straightened into a flat mask. “We know you, Tony, and we knew to get a straight answer we’d have to divide and conquer. So I sent the weakest link to meet Jim alone.”

“You think I’m better at keeping a secret than Bucky?” Sam asked, unable to help feeling proud about it, despite the duplicity.

Pepper turned to give him the benefit of seeing her raised eyebrow in its entirety. “Tony told me you were air force, Sam. If you met Jim, you’d just clam up in terror.”

“Huh,” Sam began, confused.

The elevator doors opened up, and Rhodey came in, holding Bucky’s upper arm. Bucky looked like a dog with a tail between his legs, defeated.

“Colonel Rhodes,” Sam gasped.

“Wilson,” Rhodey replied calmly.

“You can’t do this to me!” Tony wailed. “You’re supposed to be my friends! No--you’re supposed to be my family! You’re supposed to accept me at my word! You’re supposed to want me so well-fucked I can’t get into shenanigans, not scare off my boyfriends!”

“I want you to know that I don’t think about you having sex at all,” Rhodey told him flatly, then shoved Bucky over to his vacant seat. “Sit down.”

“Yissir,” Bucky mumbled, even going so far as to sit on his hands so he wouldn’t wring them.

Pepper took a long sip of her coffee. Then she delicately set the cup back in its saucer and turned, batting her eyes at Rhodey. “What did you find out, Jim?”

“Tony thought they were strippers,” Rhodey answered immediately.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Tony wailed and threw himself onto the ground. “HOW COULD YOU TWO DO THIS TO ME! IT WAS EMBARRASSING AT THE TIME HOW COULD YOU BRING IT UP RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE!”

“You’re such a fucking drama queen,” Pepper sighed, rolling her eyes. “This isn’t even the most embarrassing thing you’ve done.”

“I thought it was flattering,” Bucky mumbled. “Have you seen strippers these days?” Rhodey and Pepper stared at him. He sank in his seat. “’m just sayin’.”

Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. “So let me get this straight. You blew something up, the fire department came, and you assumed that, what. Someone sent you a stripper-gram as congratulations?”

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” Tony shouted. “STEVE CAME IN FIRST!”

Bucky and Sam began nodding. “Yeah, that’s true.”

Rhodey and Pepper stared at them. Finally, Rhodey asked, “What.”

Bucky threw his hands up and nearly knocked himself off the couch when he accidentally dislodged his prosthetic. “I’ve been trying to get his dumb ass to wear a shirt that fits for years!”

“It’s true,” Sam agreed, turning to help him put his prosthetic back on. “Steve’s built like a brick house and he always wears white t-shirts two sizes too small. One time he flexed his biceps and the sleeves ripped. He seemed absolutely astounded by it. I fuckin’ hate him.”

“He really does look like a stripper when he’s not wearing all his gear,” Bucky complained bitterly, and Sam nodded.

“Tony didn’t even have a chance,” Pepper sighed, shaking her head.

Rhodey sighed as well, dropping down on the couch beside her. “Guess I’ll only make fun of you a little bit, then,” he muttered.

“I’m still pouting on the floor for a few minutes,” Tony retorted. “I deserve this.”

“We have pictures,” Sam added helpfully, turning from Bucky to open his Instagram and show them.

Pepper and Rhodey both looked appalled. “No wonder Tony thought you guys were strippers,” Rhodey scoffed, scowling, even as he continued scrolling through all the photos of the department together.

“Do you guys sell calendars or anything?” Pepper asked distractedly.

“Pepper!” Rhodey barked, turning to glare at her.

“That’s what I said!” Tony exclaimed excitedly, finally lifting his head from the floor. Apparently his humilation was forgotten in the face of solidarity. “Sam is August and Bucky is November.”

“Which month is Steve?”

“Pepper!” Rhodey barked again.

“I can look!” Pepper barked back. “It’s not illegal!”

“Well, this could have gone better,” Tony muttered as they began bickering, crawling over to the couch so he could cuddle both of them.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “But it could have gone worse, too.”

“You weren’t the one interrogated by a full bird colonel,” Bucky said mulishly.

“We’ll make it up to you, dear,” Sam replied, shrugging.

“Good. I want to eat nothing but ass for dinner and dessert tonight.”

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #fic title meme #winterironfalcon #i imagine that steve somehow ends up in the middle of a pepper/rhodey sandwich #is he upset by it?#no but he wishes everyone would stop making fun of his shirts

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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Hi it’s me again to be annoying lol but like I’m imaging Bucky and Sam being Very Obvoius and tony just being like ;((( I’m gonna be alone forever ;((( and everyone around him is like oh?? Worm??? Ur just a fool

Here’s the thing: Tony will die alone.

He will die alone surrounded by friends who have all found love and look into their partner’s (or partners’) eyes with loving adoration, like they hung the moon. They will get pets and potentially have kiddos of their own and everything will be fine and Uncle Tony will be there and crack jokes and be the cool uncle but secretly he wants someone or some people to love so he won’t go home alone from social events and look at himself in the mirror and wonder why he can’t have that.

...

Too much?

He’s kind of accepted it at this point. Maybe it is how it is meant to be! He could find loneliness to be appealing. It means he won’t have to share the covers.

It means he won’t look at someone and say “let’s go home” softly, when the party dies down.

(He can go home whenever he wants!)

It means he won’t cook breakfast in the morning for his significant other(s) and make a smiley face with chocolate chips.

(Or blueberries! He doesn’t have to worry about anyone else’s dietary restrictions!)

He won’t look at a store and find something perfect for his someone and grin to himself and say “perfect” and smile throughout the whole thing.

(He...he doesn’t have anything to say about that. He is a billionaire, after all.)

Bucky and Sam think Tony is the biggest idiot of all. He’s not going to die alone, not by far. Everyone loves him too much and is too observant for that.

Tony has the Observational Skills of a Literal Slab of Marble. There is nothing there in that pretty little head of his.

He’s so pretty. And sweet. And kind.

“Can you both stop talking about my teammate?” Steve whines.

“What, you haven’t stared at his ass before? Liar,” Sam shoots back, stabbing at his eggs. “Why can’t he see that we love him?”

“Because he’s an idiot,” Bruce mutters. “He couldn’t read the signs if he had a guide. And wait! He does. It’s called life experience.”

“Burn,” Natasha snickers. “Why don’t you guys just outright ask him?”

“We have,” Bucky deadpans. “About six times. He still thinks that we’re joking somehow. Even when I told him I don’t joke about dates. He thought I was joking about that.”

“He’s just like this,” Thor decides. “Should we all have a meeting with him?”

Everyone thought this was a completely ridiculous idea. Of course, no one else had any other idea because Pepper and Sharon were out on “business” (they packed bikinis, they were not) and no one else with sense was in.

So they host a meeting a-la-intervention.

Thor is very pleased. He brought snacks.

“This is half of a strawberry,” Steve says, looking at Thor.

“We make do with what we are given,” Thor says sagely.

“Half a strawberry!” Clint yells, dive-bombing to grab it.

“I hate this fucking family,” Natasha mutters. “Can we just like. Not do this?”

“You didn’t have any other ideas, so no,” Thor says.

He made a PowerPoint presentation.

Tony has to sit down.

“W-what is this?”

“It’s your intervention,” Clint says solemnly. “We’re here to stop you from being a dumbass.”

“I have seven PhD’s.”

“I have eight,” Bruce argues.

“Claiming you have two in being a, quote, ‘bad bitch’ does not mean you have eight,” Tony says.

“Says the man with seven whereas I have eight.”

“This isn’t the point,” Thor reminds them. “The point is Tony, you are very, very blind to other people’s affections.”

“We think you’re legally stupid,” Steve offers.

“Coming from you Steve, that means nothing,” Tony remarks. “You thought you could bake a cake in fifteen minutes.”

“Technically, I was right.”

“No you weren’t.”

Clint clears his throat.

He has a pointer-stick.

Of fucking course he does.

“Why is this what it takes?” Sam complains, getting up and shoving Clint into a chair.

“Tony, here is empirical evidence,” Bucky says.

“Do you know what that means?” Natasha asks.

“What do I look like, someone with a fancy degree on their wall? Get real,” Bucky scoffs. “Anyways, back to our presentation.”

“Tony, we have both liked you since about six months ago,” Sam starts out. “And have been dropping hints since the end of month one. Friday has evidence.”

Tony looks confused.

To ease his confusion, Bucky clicks on the next slide.

“You will notice on these two pictures, both Sam and I have the stupidest, softest grins on our faces. These were both directed at you, as evidenced in the next slide.”

“In conclusion, there are a variety of phrases that can be utilized from this point forward, if you are amenable to us taking you out on many dates and potentially talking about your ass in an interview for ten minutes onwards.”

“Wouldn’t they cut you off?” Clint asks.

“Absolutely not, I’m Captain America,” Sam says.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Steve asks.

“No, you’re trying to relearn how to be an art student so you can have an exhibit and ban Anish Kapoor,” Bruce answers.

“That’s not why I’m in art school. I can afford it now, and I think--”

“No, that’s it,” Bruce cuts him off. “For my own personal gain, that’s it.”

(Pepper and Sharon are both very mad that they missed out on this whole presentation.)

Tony grins softly at them.

“You’re both...you’re serious?”

“I did not pick Helvetica font for nothing!” Bucky declares.

“I also know how to cook obscene amounts of food and all with love,” Sam says. “So?”

“Yes,” Tony says finally, smiling widely. “Absolutely.”

The team lets out a collective sigh of relief.

Steve starts up.

“Bruce, I really don’t think you get the point of expressing yourself in art--”

“Shut up shut up shut up,” Bruce starts. “I’m an Ohio native, you legally can’t do this to me.”

“Do you even know the law...?”

“No I’m bisexual, I don’t need to know anything,” Bruce declares.

“How am I in love with you,” Thor mutters. “How.”

“Let’s go,” Tony says softly.

There are a lot of soft “let’s go home.”

Tony finds extreme joy in finding funny/sweet/amazing gifts for his boyfriends.

And he cooks a LOT of breakfast foods. (And even writes the recipes he likes down!)

He’s not going to be alone.

And he’s assured of that whenever Sam or Bucky smile at him.

#sorry i didn't put the cut further down i can't help that i'm a genius smh #lovelyirony writes #buckytonysam #sam wilson #winterironfalcon #bucky barnes #tony stark #iron man #falcon #winter soldier #anyways this is iconic #avengers as a family #thorbruce #bruce is my crowning achievement

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tisfan · 4 years

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Hey, are you still doing those prompts? If yes, would you write some IronFalcon - or even some WinterIronFalcon? (which huii ~ *fans myself*) With either 21. "Are you being sarcastic?" "Me? Sarcastic? Never." Or 82. "What a load of bullshit." Please and thank you! :D (If you don't do them anymore; whoops my bad :P)

Title: Welcome to the Club Collaborator(s) Tisfan Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/24235783 Square Filled Y4: Collateral Damage StarkBucks Bingo: B1: walking disaster Ship/Main Pairing Bucky/Sam Bucky/Sam/Tony Rating general Major Tags/Triggers/Warnings some homophobic language, homophobic parents, Howard Stark’s A+ parenting, pre-slash, possible threesome much much later Summary Bucky’s getting some use out of his terrible Christmas Present. Unfortunately, Tony gets in the way. Word Count 1580

For @buckybarnesbingo @starkbucksbingo and @justsomeoneunordinary

Tony took the empty cardboard boxes, neatly broken down as requested by the big sign in front of the dumpers, down the stairs. Moving in the day after Christmas had been rough, and he was glad he didn’t have a lot of stuff to take with him. (Howard had practically growled the whole time he was packing, making sure he didn’t take anything valuable with him to sell on the other side.)

The smallest rental van he could afford and a few trips, and he was now the proud renter of a shitty apartment with almost no furniture, some crappy dishes, his clothes, and Dum-E taking up space.

On the plus side, he’d discovered that his mom had slipped a couple thousand dollars into one of the moving boxes before he left, so he had a little less precarious problems than he had before he’d unpacked it.

Tony about jumped out of his skin when the dumpster next to him exploded. Debris rained down on him, sharp and stinging.

He hit the ground, scraping the denim out at the knee, and erasing some of the skin underneath. “Son of a bitch,” he yelled, covering his head.

The moment of sheer panic subsided and he realized what he’d thought was a bomb or gunfire was, in fact, the shattered remains of a plate.

He stared around, until finally he looked up to discover two men standing on a balcony overlooking the trashcan. One of them had his hand over his mouth and looked aghast. The other was laughing like a loon, pointing at the first one.

“Shit, man, you okay?”

Tony climbed to his feet, hissing as his knee stung. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Sam’s chuckin’ china,” the other man said, still giggling. “Sorry, you’re just collateral damage.”

Tony looked down at his ruined jeans. “Yeah, great,” he said. “Fantastic. Terrific.” He limped a few steps back toward his apartment, the cut dripping blood down his calf and into his sock. Shit. He didn’t even think he owned a first aid kit.

“Seriously, man, you okay?” Sam was practically leaning off the balcony, and while it wasn’t that high up, falling three stories onto a cement sidewalk wasn’t going to be good for anyone.

“Scraped my knee,” Tony reported.

“You missed, you asshole, you missed,” the other guy said.

“Hang on a minute,” Sam yelled, then smacked the other guy who was still laughing. “Shut up, you walking disaster.”

Both of them vanished into their apartment. Tony waited for a moment, then decided he didn’t really need someone taking pictures and for it to end up in one of those cheap supermarket magazines. It wouldn’t take long for Howard to figure out that Tony hadn’t even made it one day before something stupid happened.

He got all the way to the stairs before his leg decided enough of this shit. Fuck. Well, maybe he could just rest a bit, and--

“Wait, no, don’t sit down, we’re comin’,” the laughing guy said.

Don’t sit down, what was he, crazy. “Don’t sit down,” Tony grumbled, “what are you, crazy?”

“Don’t you mind him,” Sam said. “Look, if it’s okay, we goan carry you upstairs and see to that knee of yours. You can trust me, I’m an EMT.”

“Don’t look at me,” the other guy said, “I just drive the ambulance.” The other guy was hard not to look at, honestly. Grey-blue eyes and a jaw you could rest a shot glass on. Man, Tony would like to do shots off that jaw, honestly. He decided that not getting punched in the face was the better part of valor, however, and didn’t say so.

“You guys--”

“Work for the local hospital, yeah. I’m Sam Wilson, this is my partner, Bucky Barnes.” Sam offered a hand to shake.

“And you’re going to carry me upstairs,” Tony continued. “Are you sure you didn’t hit me in the head?”

“Yep,” Bucky said. He and Sam did something, and suddenly their hands were aligned in such a way, with one of them gripping the other’s forearms, that made a little basket of their arms. Something to sit on. Huh. Tony was impressed. Sure, why not.

“If you all drop me down the stairs, I will sue,” Tony said.

“I ain’t drop nobody yet,” Bucky said. “That’s Steve.” And at Tony’s blank look, he added, “another guy on our crew. But me and Sam are the same height, so we can do this.”

“Huh. Okay.”

Gingerly, Tony sat down on the little seat-frame they made.

“One, two--” Sam said, and suddenly Tony was being carried like he was the damn Prom King or something, and they went up the stairs with alacrity. Two flights and Tony might have been breathing hard, but these guys weren’t even breaking a sweat.

“Uh, don’t you even want to know what floor I’m on?”

“Nope, you’re coming to our place,” Sam said. “My kit’s there.”

“Am I being kidnapped for my kidney, this sounds like it might be--”

“Oh shut up,” Sam said, “an’ open the door. It’s unlocked.”

“All right, here, on the sofa, and--”

“Drop your britches,” Sam said.

“This is sounding more and more like a kidnapping at every turn,” Tony said, but he did what Sam said, because there was, in fact, an EMT kit right there on the coffee table. And also, treating a scraped knee was going to take either getting the pants off, or cutting them open. And Tony didn’t have that many pairs of pants, really. He could get one of those iron on patches, and whine at Pepper, maybe, until she fixed them. Although she would probably just look up some videos on YouTube for him and tell him to stop assuming she knew how to cook or sew just because she was a woman. Maybe he wouldn’t ask her.

See, Pepper, I can be taught.

Sitting in his boxers on someone else’s sofa that he didn’t even know was super weird.

“This is super weird, guys,” Tony said.

“No, no, the guy we had to triage about fifty feet down a drainpipe, that was weird.”

“I dunno, I liked the lady who got stuck to the inflow pipe of her swimming pool. That was fun.”

The two of them traded stories back and forth, Tony listening with rapt attention, as Sam cleaned out Tony’s knee.

“Here, you got some gravel in it,” Sam said. He pulled out a pair of extra long tweezers and a kidney shaped metal dish, plucking the rocks and debris from Tony’s wound with an expert hand. The gravel made little plink noises as it hit the dish.

“Little bit of bacitracin and some topical numbing agent--”

“Like the stuff in solarcaine,” Bucky added helpfully.

“--and a bit of spray on skin, to seal it up. Wearing a bandaid on your knee is all but pointless,” Sam said.

“Huh.” Tony looked down, then put his pants back on. It still hurt, but it wasn’t bleeding. So, you know, that was good. “So, uh, why were you throwing dishes off the balcony?”

“So, Bucky and me, we’re partners, right?” Sam said. “And--”

“My father doesn’t approve, which you know, whatever, screw him anyway,” Bucky said. “Although I can’t figure out if the problem is, I am gay, or that Sam is black.”

“Usually with that type, it’s both,” Tony said.

“But he’s been trying to-- I don’t know, get fuckin’ brownie points with me by pretending everything’s still cool,” Bucky said. “It’s stupid, but I reckon he don’t want to end up being old and my bein’ the person who gets to pick his nursin’ home or something. Or he doesn’t want people to ask the wrong sorts of questions.”

“Bucky’s a hero,” Sam said. “It was in the papers and everything. So people do ask about his son.”

“So, he sent me this fuckin’ Christmas present, right?”

“Dishes?”

“Yeah, like, not even ones you can eat off, but those bullshit things you put on the wall,” Bucky said.

“Bradford Exchange,” Tony asked, because Rhodey had gotten big into those for a while, buying plates with Star Trek ships on them, and the like. He had a whole collection of them.

“An’ like, not even nice ones of those. Crappy ones. With bible verses on them. That you get from like, the Dollar Store.”

“Which would still be okay, spirit of Christmas, maybe,” Sam said. “Except he regifted them. Someone at his office gave them to him, and he left the receipt in the box. Probably not on purpose--”

“With George, it’s not like you can tell whether he’s bein’ a jackass or not,” Bucky complained. “What a load of bullshit.”

Tony recognized that tone of voice, too. That was the tone of a man who still cared, and was mad at himself that he did. Wanting Dad’s approval and hating himself that he wanted it. And still not getting it.

“So, this happy asshole here,” Sam said, “was trying to see if he could hit the dumpster from the balcony. Which is how you ended up involved.”

“Hey, I got two of them in, which ain’t half bad. You’re the one who missed by a mile.”

“My dad kicked me out three days ago, because he caught me in my room with a boy,” Tony said. “So-- can I join your club?”

Sam and Bucky looked at each other, then grinned. “We’ve even got jackets.”

#buckybarnesbingo #starkbucksbingo #prompts #winterironfalcon #EMT AU #justsomeoneunordinary

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