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SAM WILSON in THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER Episode Two: The Star-Spangled Man (2/6)

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Some doodles for my mental health :)

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So I've been seeing a bunch of people reblogging some of my old gifs which made me want to go and work on them but didn't have enough energy for that so instead you get cropped screencap grabs and some edits.

These are from TFATWS gag reel:

These are from the deleted scenes, most of these are edited except the first one:

Of course you know I can't resist some Sambucky shots:

Now this next one is definitely a scene that's been on my wips for ages but I figured the screenshots were good too. It's a discussion between Sam and Rhodey about what happened to Rhodey during Civil War and we ALL have read fic addressing it, and while I hated this was in a deleted scene, the fact it's actually a canon thing is kind of nice.

Also, I had to take this shot because clearly a WHOLE lot of people (mostly the kids) wanted that (ice cream) cake lmao

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If you can, #30 for the microfic spiel - Harsh Whisper! ✨

Well this took longer than expected but I hope you enjoy! I dunno why I tested myself by writing in past tense since I haven’t written past tense in over 5 years, but why not. (Also, can you believe it, my second finished sambucky “fic” ever? lmao)

[Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase]

"Are you nuts? I'm not letting you go out there when there are twenty armed guards outside."

Sam's hand wound a tight grip around Bucky's wrist. A sliver of light peeked through the door, illuminating one of Sam's eyes.

Its brightness stung.

It was enough to see Bucky turn his head, to block out some of the light, shadows in the hollows of Bucky's face, his stare piercing back at him.

"They don't know you're in here, just me. I can provide a distraction. When they least expect it, you can whip out your wings and throw that shield and we can get out of here."

Sam's hands are like a cuff, holding him. Bucky could unchain himself if he really wanted to escape. But there's no freedom if Sam isn't there.

Sam's fingers tightened. Protest was lingering in Sam's eyes.

"I'm your partner, Sam. I'm supposed to protect you."

Sam's grip fell; the warmth faded but Bucky's pulse beat with its remnants under his fingerless glove.

"Fine," Sam said with a harsh finality. The light glinted for a second on the shield before comfortably settling in his right arm, poised and ready. "But if we make it out of this, you're going to make it up to me."

A smile quirked up the corner of Bucky's mouth before he turned away again.

Bucky opened the door and stepped outside.

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Also on the topic of Bucky Barnes, the only Bucky ship ever is Sambucky.

The fact that they both actually have distinguishable personalities that make them unique but they still fit together as a pair? Enemies to lovers arc? Everyone left Bucky but Sam and vice versa? Sam showing no ounce of fear towards Bucky and his recovery and even touching him when he had to ‘become’ the Winter Soldier in tfatw? Sam feeling comfortable enough to have Bucky stay with his family who he is very protective of? Bucky traveling just to comfort Sam? Perfect

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the waist *sigh*

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Sam Wilson & Joaquín Torres | CA: Brave New World

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SAM NATION HOW ARE WE FEELINGGG ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

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Seb and Anthony’s chairs being shown right after one another, I know that’s right.

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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021) Captain America: Brave New World (2025)

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Times Bucky Barnes Protected Sam Wilson

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if you like it, maybe you should put a pin on it

Based on this post where Bucky finds Sam's board that's filled with pictures of Bucky with strings pushed into it when he was trying to find him back in 2014-2016 and Bucky puts post it notes grading him if he was correct or not. People in the tags commented about this spinning off to a proposal and this was born.

This is my first finished fic in years so, I may be rusty. I hope y'all enjoy!

One day, Sam looks over at the board again— amongst all the chaos and dangling string and pinned up pictures and paper…

He tilts his head, squinting, before blinking his eyes.

There, on the map, is a new picture, stuck through with a blue pushpin.

Familiar brick, that doormat given by his nephews, the dark wood door.

Home.

100%, scribbled in black sharpie, across the surface of a bright yellow post it.

But what catches his eye—

“Will you marry me?”

Sam turns his head, footsteps creaking the wood underneath Bucky’s feet. He’s wearing a suit, not uncommon these days, but something different than the typical navy and grey suits he’s pilfered from Sam’s closet along with his ties.

No, there’s a svelte silhouette to his form, as if it’s important the fit is right. He’s in a three piece wearing a pin attached to the lapel.

And in his left hand is a small, velvet box.

The words on the post it note ring in his head as Bucky steps closer toward him.

“You found me,” he says, close enough his heat emanates from his body, seeping deep into Sam's own.

His eyes, those nowadays soft eyes, hold a glimmer of trepidation, but also hope.

“I sure did,” Sam replies, smile smug. “I’m good at what I do.”

Bucky’s other hand is warm when he reaches out, his thumb resting over Sam’s knuckles in a solid grip. There’s a slight tremor that seems to ease and settle when he brushes his thumb over Sam’s skin.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else to try and find me.”

“Well, you said I was 100% right on the last time I found you. No one can top that.”

A smile blooms across Bucky’s face, his eyes glowing.

“You’re right.”

Sam laughs, the joy bubbling through him, light and airy and warm.

“Can I get that in writing? Or better yet, on video?”

With a flick of Bucky's vibranium thumb, the box gently opens.

“Only if you say yes.”

Sam shakes his head, the line of his grin softer but no less strong, his eyes peering down at the ring gleaming in the lights of their home.

“You drive a hard bargain there.”

Bucky releases his hold, the absence creeping in, until he pulls the ring out of the cushion. Sam’s hand is still hovering in the air when the cool metal slides along his finger.

”What, do you want me to beg?”

The box snaps closed; Bucky’s hand slips into his pocket before drawing it out, resting his left hand on Sam’s waist. His other is holding Sam’s, thumb resting on top of the ring.

Their bodies draw closer, not quite a dance, but movements of a beat they’ve done so often, it’s like breathing.

Sam’s lips brush against Bucky’s, not quite a kiss.

“That could be a start.”

Their foreheads are pressed together, touching, gaze so focused all they can see in the reflection of their eyes is each other. Their hands warming the other’s waist.

“Say yes and I’ll do anything,” Bucky declares.

He tries one more time.

“Marry me?”

He strains to hear in the silence but his enhanced senses register Sam’s whisper like a yell.

“Yes.”

The taste of triumph, of victory, of finding peace and home, is on their lips, and steals their breath before they part for air.

They don’t move far away, foreheads still leaning against each other. Sam’s smile is a bit devious now, a cheeky twinkle in his eye.

“Gonna hold you to that, husband,” he says, and Bucky just laughs.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

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Captain America: Brave New World

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a happy sam wilson for @soliloquent-stark! thanks for the support  ♡

just had to throw redwing here because my boy deserved to have a telepathic link with his big chicken like in the comics

buy me a ko-fi and get a sketch!

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by @tftws0otk

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@avengers-assemble-bingo

Pairing(s): Sam/Bucky Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Space filled: Cowboy AU Card number: AA015 Word count: 2684 AO3 Summary

Dust hung in lazy swirls where the sun cut through gaps in the stands. Kicked up from the first few shows; Junior barrel racers on ponies, a team roping event which made Bucky wince a few times. It was all fine, technically impressive, but Bucky felt bad for the calves. The announcer, barely legible over the static speaker, announced the cutting demonstrator, Sam Wilson.  A small group of cows ambled out of their corrals into the left side of the area in front of Bucky. Bucky focused on the finder and lifted his camera to the rider as he entered.