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I cant believe this actually just happened

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"When we first met him, he was a counselor. He was a counsel of soldiers. He was a humanitarian. He was a helper. Now we see him grow into all of those principles and all of those fundamentals that he had; he's taken those with him to become Captain America." — Anthony Mackie 🪽

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Sam Wilson is Captain America

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he's on a quest to find his missing red bird friend

*Bucky senses are tingling*

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⚠️mild nsfw⚠️

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tagged forever ago in a wip whenever by the incredible @sambambucky (tysm!!!!! sorry i kept meaning to do this and then whenever i had a spare moment it would promptly leave my mind)

rules: post an excerpt from your most recent wip

(i'm giving two, most recent at the time of the tag and most recent now. bc i want to and also it seems fair)

from would you come out and die

“Okay,” he said tonelessly, “Do what you need to.” Feeling like he was on the wrong footing here, Sam took a step back, “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay.” “Okay.” The hot adrenaline rush that Sam got from bickering with Barnes had gone cold and empty. Then Bucky met his eyes again, some icy blankness held in them for a moment before receding again. He took a sharp and heavy breath in, exhaling it raggedly. “Will you check the wound, Sam?” the odd toneless tension wasn't completely gone from Bucky’s voice, but it was carefully curbed. “You're gonna give me whiplash,” Sam muttered, trying to take the switch from hot to cold in stride, “Sit on the counter, then.”

and from strange you're not a threat

The next time Bucky saw Clint, the man was wearing a turtleneck. It looked soft and warm, slightly overlarge in a light lilac color, but it didn’t look like a preexisting item of Barton’s. Like real careful thought had been put into this wardrobe choice. He had no idea whether he should feel insulted or relieved, but what Bucky did know is that it gave him a pinched nauseous feeling in his gut that had nowhere to go and nothing to truly roil up. Clint gave him a pinched tight smile over it, half a shrug and his lips parted like an apologetic explanation was about to come tumbling out. A wild panic gripped Bucky as he realized if he actually heard what it was the other man had to say he might start screaming and never stop. “It's fine,” he said before Barton could even begin to articulate whatever it was he was going to say to make all this seem okay and normal, “Just… don't.”

tagging... literally anyone who wants to do this. from the bottom of my heart i would love to see any and all little WIP excerpts <3

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sambuckys

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Sam Wilson voiced by Anthony Mackie WHAT IF...? SEASON 3 (2024), created by A.C. Bradley

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Danny Ramirez as Joaquin Torres | Falcon (x)

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wip wednesday (3/?)

rules: post an excerpt from your most recent wip

here’s a little ditty from the summer romance au the sum of every moment that i definitely didnt just discover was incomplete because the last chapter was stuck in the draft:

Bucky is sitting on his porch alone, plastic bag hanging from his fingertips when they finally arrive. Sam gets out before the car is fully stopped, and closes the door on Sarah’s chiding. He has to do this fast. Take his things, say goodbye, leave Indiana.  Leave Bucky. Anything that needed to be said, should have been last night. In the back of Gideon’s truck, sharing idle kisses under the twinkling stars. I love you, he could have said at any point. Wanted to, even. The words were stamped onto his tongue, etched into the back of his throat, for hours. For weeks.  Gideon took him to Bucky’s house to say goodbye, yes, but he’s here to pick up some things, too. He and Bucky had so intertwined their lives over the past few months that it was taking some effort to return everything to their proper places.  Sam needed a final goodbye, figured the two of them deserved any modicum of closure they could get. And yeah, Bucky still had a pair of his sandals, a sweatshirt, and his gaudy toucan plushie.  Sam met him at the bottom of the stairs, and briefly wondered if Bucky dressed up just for this, if he wanted to be remembered in his messy top bun and Sam’s favorite worn-in jeans. He was always very particular about his outfits, even if Sam could never get him to admit it. “I almost kept the hoodie,” he said, holding the plastic bag of Sam’s belongings up between them. “Asshole,” Sam replied, a veritable waterfall of affection pouring from the word. Bucky tucked his hands into his pockets and grinned back at him. Almost the same way he had all summer. Almost. He rolled his eyes, and pitched forward like he was going to kiss Sam, then stopped himself. Or, Sam assumed Bucky was about to kiss him. Maybe Bucky was going to punch him. He only knew the guy a few short months, after all. Sam watched him drag his lip between his teeth, flick his gaze down to Sam’s mouth, and thought please don’t.  If Bucky kissed him then, Sam would never leave. He would figure out a way to stay in Indiana so he’d never have to say goodbye. “Can I –” Bucky started, hand clenching into a quickly aborted fist, his words so quiet Sam almost missed them. He looked anywhere but Sam’s face, nervous and unsure, a brand new look for Sam to contemplate. Sam felt cruel, suddenly. After months of joking like he was unaffected, trying and failing to keep this thing between them superficial, only a monster would leave Bucky fumbling and flailing in the very last moments. Sam stepped in closer, until the familiar mix of fabric softener and hair mousse filled his nose.  He didn’t kiss Bucky, he couldn’t.  But their arms came around each other in a hug too brief to mean everything, but too long to be nothing. “Have a safe flight,” Bucky said, his words too heavy for the simple platitude. Sam nodded, afraid to open his mouth at all. He focused on loosening his fingers on the grip of his shirt, put all his energy into letting Bucky go.

tagging whomstever xx

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Anthony Mackie talk about what he learned from Sam Wilson

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the fundamental things apply

sam/bucky | alternate universe (mr and mrs smith au) | 2.2k | rated g

Two years before the events of outlaw life looks pretty wholesome, between covert missions and saving the world, Sam and Bucky spend their first Valentine's Day together as a married-but-not-actually-married couple.

It’s not completely Sam’s fault that he forgets what day it is. He’s been on back to back missions since he got back from Christmas with his family, and late winter is always so miserable in DC. Everything is gray and wet and icy, and Sam misses the Gulf right down to his bones at this time of year. He’d gone out of his way to spend the better part of the last two Februaries off on missions: Morocco last year, Peru the year before. 

Work is no help either. Most agents spend so much time in the field that the office is usually empty, and if anyone had a conversation that might have tipped Sam off, it happened while he was behind the closed doors of his office, writing up a report on the HYDRA cell they’d been tracking in Norway. He doesn’t clock it until he’s taking the metro home, the women sitting in front of him caught up in conversation about the benefits of a night in versus going to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day.

He feels his eyes widen as he pulls out his phone to check the date: February 14th.

( read the rest on AO3 )

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happy couple 😌

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Anthony Mackie for Esquire

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in honor of CA:BNW