#Avengers

[natromilf]

"she killed people!" so? that's my baby girl

[hypnoticcastiel]

this reads like the deadpool-wolverine script that i would have liked to watch.....

Peter Parker & Steve Rogers Captain America (2023) #15

[incorrectcompoundnotes]

Steve: I think I’m gonna quit the team.

Tony: April Fools…right?

Steve: April what?

Tony, distraught: Wait, actually?!

Steve, laughing: No, I’d never leave. We had April Fools in the 1900s, dumbass.

[superectojazzmage]

Emma Frost going into a white soccer mom rage after the party she carefully planned is interrupted by Hank Pym's oedipal shithead of a robot son:

[dunphy]

Avengers: Doomsday (2026) dir. Joe and Anthony Russo now in productions.

[lvnest4r]

I'm such a loser oml

[vyynn]

Steve: Since when did you start keeping band-aids and water in your bag?

Clint: WHEN did you even start bringing a bag with you?

Peter: trips over a rock while walking backwards and falls flat on his back

Tony: Need an answer? I'm thinking of adding a first aid kit too.

[frontmansdefender]

Gonna tell my kids these are their great grandparents during World War II

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤️ Can you write about tfatws Bucky where the reader is a full time nurse, dating Bucky, and has a whole baby with him when she finds out Bucky got arrested. She’s pissed traveling all the way to bail Bucky out. When they leave jail the reader is arguing with Bucky when John decides to put his opinion out there and suddenly her anger is no longer towards Bucky.

So sorry if that didn’t make sense 😕

Try To Be Better » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female Reader with son James Jr and John Walker

Summary: As Bucky is trying to be better after yours and his son is born, he ends up getting arrested. Then John Walker decides to put his opinion where it shouldn’t be.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, dad!Bucky/mom!reader, boyfriend!Bucky/girlfriend!reader, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Your phone started ringing as soon as you stepped in the door. You sighed and put James Jr on the couch who was in his car seat. You took your phone out of your pocket and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” Bucky says.

“You know how much I hate it when you say that.” You say.

“I know and I’m sorry. I need you to bail me out of jail.” He says.

“Seriously, Bucky?!” You tried not to raise your voice in front of your son. “I just got home from work. What am I supposed to do with James? We don’t have a babysitter for him.” You say.

“Bring him with you.” He says.

Your eyes went wide when he said that. Is it a good idea to drive that far with a 3 month old baby? No, but you don’t have a choice.

“I’m on my way. Try not to get into anymore trouble.” You say.

“I won’t. I love you, doll.” He says.

“I love you too, babe.” You say.

You hang up and put your phone in your pocket. You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face. You looked down at your son who was staring up at you with the cutest look on his face.

“Daddy’s got himself in a bit of a sticky situation and we have to go get him.” You cooed.

James Jr blinked at you. You changed James’s diaper before picking up his car seat and strapped him back in the car. You got in the driver’s seat and started the car, making your way to the jail.

Surprisingly, James Jr didn’t cry the whole car ride to Maryland. He either slept or babbled. When you got there, you walked inside of the jail, carrying James Jr in his car seat inside with you.

“I’m here to bail out James Barnes.” You tell the officer behind the desk.

“One moment.” The officer says before going to get Bucky out of the holding cell.

The officer unlocked the cell door and opened it.

“Barnes, you’re being bailed out.” The officer tells Bucky.

Bucky stood up and followed him to the main lobby of the jail. He already knew you were pissed at him just by looking at your face. You didn’t say a word to your boyfriend till you guys got to the car.

“Are you going to talk to me, doll?” Bucky asks as you strapped James Jr’s car seat in the car.

“If I talk, I’m going to yell.” You say.

“Then yell.” He says.

You sighed and shut the car door, looking at Bucky.

“I would if our son wasn’t with us and there wasn’t cops around.” You say.

Bucky sighs, leaning against your car and crossing his arms over his chest as you stared at him.

“What the hell did you do to get arrested, Bucky?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“I didn’t do anything.” Bucky says.

“Obviously, you did! You got arrested.” You say.

“I forgot to go to therapy.” He says.

“You can’t forget to go to therapy, Bucky. It’s court mandated for a reason.” You say.

“I didn’t mean to.” He says.

You scoffed and shook your head at your boyfriend.

“You promised to be better when James was born. You’re a father now, Bucky. What example are you trying to set for our son?” You say.

“I’m trying! Shouldn’t that count for something?” He says.

“It would if you didn’t get arrested!” You say.

“I’m sorry!” He apologizes loudly. “I know I fucked up! I made you drive all the way here with our 3 months old son to bail me out of jail.” He says.

As you and a Bucky continued arguing, John Walker walked up to you and Bucky.

“Bucky.” John says.

“What do you want, Walker?” Bucky asks with annoyance in his voice.

“Who is she?” John asks.

“My girlfriend and the mother of my child.” Bucky tells him.

“Why is she here?” John asks.

“None of your fucking business, dude.” You said. “Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m trying to talk to my boyfriend and the father of my child.” You say, shooing him away with a motion from your hand.

“Are you going to let her talk to me like that, Barnes?” John says.

“Yup.” Bucky replies.

“You should keep your mouth shut before you say something to the wrong person.” John says, looking at you.

You rose your eyebrows at John. Your anger toward Bucky started to fade away and started to build up towards John.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know, you should’ve just stayed home to take care of your baby instead of driving all the way here to bail your baby daddy out of jail.” He says.

Now all of your anger shifted to John. Your jaw clenched when he brought up yours and Bucky’s son like that. You lunged at John. Bucky grabbed you by wrapping his arms around and pulled you back against him before you could do anything to John.

“Walk away, Walker before I actually let her kick your ass.” Bucky says.

“What example would that set for you guys as parents?” John asks.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, dude.” You growled, trying to lunge at him again. “Never bring up our son again.” You say in a warning tone.

“Whatever. I have better things to do anyway.” John says before walking away.

You sighed and leaned your head back against Bucky’s chest and closing your eyes momentarily.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You apologized softly.

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing, doll.” Bucky rests his chin against your shoulder. “I’m the one who skipped out on therapy and got arrested. I told you drive all the way here with our 3 month old son. I’m sorry. I’ll try my best to be better. I promise.” He apologizes softly.

“All is forgiven, babe.” You say softly.

Bucky smiles and spins you around to kiss you sweetly. You two smiled against each other’s lips.

“Is that guy really trying to be Captain America?” You asked.

“Unfortunately.” He says.

You tilted your head back and groaned, making Bucky laugh softly.

“Try not to get arrested again, ok?” You say.

“I won’t. I promise.” Bucky promises.

“I love you, baby.” You almost whispered, pecking his lips.

“I love you more, doll.” He whispers back. “Let’s go home.” He says softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[cats-chaotic-mind]

Why did this make me laugh so damn hard, like…. Omg

You guys think the Stark Industries stock price plummets every time Tony gets his ass beat publicly in a fight.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Yelena: We do this the old fashioned way.

Yelena: [pulls out a Molotov cocktail]

Kate: How did you make that so fast?

[avengerscompound]

The Avengers

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I've Got You Under My Skin 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: your husband is a very demanding man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The keys jingle loudly as you rush out the door with your purse in your other hand. You just need to get out of the house. Sometimes, it feels like a prison. Especially lately. Since the fight.

You feel horrid for what you did. You made a mistake, sure, but you think Steve is right. You weren't paying attention to what he said. Now that you think of it, you may have misinterpreted your conversation based entirely on your own doubts.

Still, you're going to show him that you can do this. You've been reading up on it all night. Researching everything you need.

As you hit the button on the key tag, the car beeps and unlocks. The SUV is a bit bigger than what you would pick but Steve thought it was a good family vehicle. Besides, it's his money.

"Hey," he startles you as he appears from beside the garage. You blink and drop the keys.

"Hi, Stevie," you blanch and bend to pick up the keys as he approaches.

"You're running out," he doesn't sound impressed.

"Um, yes, um, doing some errands. Groceries."

"You could order."

You gulp, "I'm sorry. I was only... wanting to get out."

"Alone?" He inquires.

"Yeah, what--"

"You're not meeting up with Natasha for one of those sugary coffees?" He challenges.

You wince. "No, Captain. I'm not drinking caffeine anymore. It's not good... for conception."

He tilts his head and his cheek dimples, "ah, good girl."

"Do you want to come with me?" You offer.

His shoulders ease, "no. You can go. Grab some more protein. The banana stuff?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Drive safe," he girds.

"I always do."

He nods and turns back, "I'm gonna finish up the weeds."

You stare after him as he marches away. What does he mean? You just dealt with the garden. Once again, not good enough.

You get in the car and adjust the wheel and the seat. You buckle up and set your feet on the pedals. You flip the engine and put it in reverse.

You back out through the gate and onto the street. You drive, jaw locked, fingers cramped, tense in anticipation. You just want to make this better. You just don't know if it's too late.

You go to the grocery store first. You get the few items on your list. You have a lot of the staples still in the cupboards. You check out and use Steve's card. You don't have one anymore. He's a lot better with money than you.

Your next adventure makes you nervous. You stop outside the shop and stare through the window at the stuffed bunnies and the onesies. The maternity shop makes it all so real. You still feel so young. But you can do this. With Steve. He knows what he's doing.

You enter and the air rushes from your chest. Oh. Okay. That breast pump makes you nervous.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A woman chimes an approaches in a bubbly bounce. Her blond ringlets are perfect.

"Ummmm..." you fidget with your phone. "I looked online. Um, for prenatal supplements."

"Ah, yes, we have a whole aisle," she waves her arm and turns to stand beside you. "Do you have questions?"

"A lot," you admit.

"How long have you been trying? Oh, are you already expecting?" She wonders.

The questions feel too personal. Still, it's not like you came here without a purpose. You follow her to the far wall lined with bottles and vials of tablets.

"We're trying. Right now. Starting to. I just want to be healthy." You explain.

"Uh, huh, wonderful," she rubs her hands together. "Some of these you won't need until you're expecting but we can get you a few things. Maybe just have a look around for some inspiration, huh?"

"Sure, that sounds... good."

She explains to you all the organic supplements and even recommends some aphrodisiacs. Thing is, Steve doesn't need those. You pick a few and follow her around as she shows you mobiles and blankies. There's a little Cap squishee even. You pick it up and smile. He'll love that.

You take your goods to the counter and she rings you up. You dig in your purse and hand your card to her. She reads it passingly then pauses. 

"I thought you were familiar. Your Mr. Rogers. The Mrs. Rogers."

You squirm. Oh no. You forget how famous Steve is. Well, it's fine. It's not like she would tell anyone you know, right?

You just nod, "do you have bags?"

"Oh yes, I'll put this all away for you," she unfolds a paper bag and loads it up. "Anything else, Mrs. Rogers."

"Yeah," you choke. "My name's..." you correct her. Sometimes, you just feel like a part of Steve. Not your own person. "Thanks."

You take the bag and your card and leave. You sniff as you get to car and climb into the front seat. You put your purchase in front of the passenger's and sit there a while. You feel weird about this.

Just nerves. You start the car and head home. The trip is too quick. You're not ready.

You get out with the small paper bag and go around the trunk to get the reusable one with the T-bone steak and protein powder. You hit the button to close the hatch and go inside. You'd love to stay out in the sun but you couldn't relax if you tried.

"Stevie?" You call as you reach the kitchen. "Hello?"

He doesn't answer. You wonder if he's outside. You set to putting everything away.

"You're back." He greets, once more frightening you. You hate that.

"I got steak for supper. For you. I'll have some turkey."

"Great," it's not a happy remark. "You didn't come straight home."

You look away guiltily and shake your head. You're so stupid. You know he must have a tracker on the car. You grab the white paper bag.

"I was getting surprises." You offer him the bag. "Stevie, please, I'm sorry. And I meant it. I am trying."

You hold it out and he reaches inside with a scowl. His brows move in curiosity and he pulls out the Captain America plush. His expression softens and he peeks into the bag.

"Supplements. To get ready. And I'll go back for iron pills once I'm ready," you explain. "And I've been reading all night about how to get a baby. I should lay on my back and stay after for a bit. And-- and I ordered a book."

He tosses the plush and grabs you. His hands frame your face as you drop the bag and he pushes you back into the counter. His mouth covers yours as he growls.

You whine and touch his chest, overcome by his force. You were so afraid he wouldn't forgive you, that you're entirely unprepared for this. You manage to pull back.

"I-- Stevie, it won't happen now. But I threw everything out."

"I don't care," he snarls and drops his hands to your hips, "I need you right now." 

He lifts you onto the counter and you squeal. Your stomach flips but you ignore that flicker of fear. How you feel doesn't matter, as long as the Captain's happy.

[benzobucky]

OH MY GOD??????

THEY WERE GATEKEEPING IT FOR 10 YEARS

[iheartsebstan]

Bucky ❤️