#Captain America First Avenger

[ironspidersblog]

(Affectionately) MY HEART

[delusional-bat]

Ww2 Steve and Bucky is so tragic

And there's no way they would've served in the war and won

And it's tailored made to them

If Steve didn't force himself into the war, Bucky would've been officially dead, and the Winter Solider would've been born earlier

But he did, and he still lost Bucky

Multiple times

Its tailor made to them, and there is nothing they could've done without becoming different men

Bucky was always going to war

He was drafted. And unless he wanted to become a criminal, he had to go to war.

His number was 32557038. The prefix 32 was used for draftees out of Delaware, New Jersey, and New York.

(Image from Marvel Studios Visual Dictionary)

James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes was always going to die in ww2

The Winter Solider was always going to be born in ww2

Steve would've never been able to keep Bucky alive regardless of if he served or not

The only way to avoid the tragedy was to be different men. And that would make it a different story.

As we can see. Ww2 and Marvel mean a lot to me

[goldrshr]

" hydra's not gonna come at you with a pocket knife. " - howard stark, 1943

[sincerethoughtsblog]

she's everything he's just ken.

[hford0311]

Swooning: A Stark Christmas Party

Wake up, Endgame/Infinity War Never Happened. Steve and Tony forgave each other.

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

You twirled your hair as you pretended to listened to Rhodey's most recent mission recap. "You know, you could at least look like you were interested," Tony whispered directly into your ear from behind the couch. You gasped, surprised by his appearance, "Jesus, Tony!" You snapped. "What? I thought you had super powers or something like that?" He teased, plopping besides you on the couch. You rolled your eyes. "Ah, yes, because my telekinesis can definitely predict and prevent me from being scared from someone whispering in my ear without a warning. What was I thinking?" Tony smirked, "Well, you definitely not thinking about Rhodes' story." "You got me there."

***

"Why...just tell me why again?" You asked Thor after a few drinks. "Everyone else did it at one point, now, it's your turn." He was of course referring to picking up his hammer. "Yeah, no, I'm good." You brushed it off. "Couldn't hurt to just try. You don't even have to use your hands, use your mind!" He was very enthusiastic trying to persuade you. "I'd rather..." your thought trailed away as you noticed Steve, Bucky, and Sam gather around the pool table. "Uh, Y/n?" Thor noticed your attention shift. "Another time." You responded and walked to the edge of the loft to get a better view of the game.

"I've seen that look before." Natasha mentioned to you. "Which is..." "You're telling yourself that you're not swooned, but you totally are." You rolled your eyes in response. "Don't roll your eyes, you know it's true." You huffed, "I don't think I've ever swooned." "Call it what you want, I just know that's what he'll probably call it. You swoon. You're a swoon-er." Her smirk grew more. "Natasha-" "Anyone can tell...besides you...and him." Her head tilted towards the man that she referred to, "Isn't it true, Tony?" She called to the man walking up the stairs. "Oh for sure...what are we talking about?" He responded, now joining your company again. "Y/l/n and Barnes." "Yeah, they purposefully avoid each other and it's not because of hatred." He smoothly replied. "We do not-" "God, the attitude tonight. Keep it up and you're not invited to my wedding." Tony cut you off. "Fine, what do I need to prove that I'm not avoiding him? Hmm?" You offered up. Nat and Tony shared a look. "Go help him win his game of pool. Start there." Tony answered. You scoffed, "I can do that from here...in my sleep." Nat made a face, "Start there...but in a six foot distance from him." You sighed and walked down to the trio of men in front of the pool table.

You leaned against one of the nearby beams. Humming along with whatever the current Christmas tune was playing, you would occasionally twist your wrist to make the ball sink into the hole without the other men notice.

What movement you didn't notice was the pair that made you get close and begin their true scheme. Just had to move a few decorations around. Nothing out of the ordinary....right? "You better pay up if this doesn't work." Nat threatened Tony as they lowered the mistletoe down the hook that just happened to be a few feet above from one of their persons of interest.

"Okay! This is rigged!" Sam exclaimed a few more pocketed balls from Bucky later. Steve tried to calm the man. "No, he seriously hasn't missed one over the last few-" "I know...I know." Steve tried to say more then Sam noticed you. "Oh! I get it now." A grin grew on his face. Steve and Bucky gave him a confused look. "Damnit, Sam!" Tony growled under his breath. "What? Afraid you'll lose?" Nat smirked at her chances of winnings.

"I didn't do anything," you defensively lied, "can't a girl just watch a poorly played game of pool?" Sam rolled his eyes, and Steve pulled him away from the situation. "I got my eyes on you." Sam somewhat-seriously joked. You sighed and took another sip of your drink. "Come on, Barnes, take the bait. Go to the pretty girl." Nat quietly encouraged from a distance.

Bucky gave you a small, shy smile. You exchanged the same. "Didn't happen to mess with my chances, did you?" His eyebrows quirked up. "Oh, no, definitely not," you shook your head with a bit of mischief in your eyes. Another sip. He hummed, not entirely believing you. "You're telling me your metal arm can't beat Sam Wilson in a game?" Bucky chuckled and was inches away from you. He leaned into your ear and whispered, "You realize we have two people spying on us?" You sighed and nodded, whispering back, "They think we're swooning and avoiding each other." You admitted. Another small smile grew across his face. "Well.... are we?" You looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Maybe," you shyly responded.

After a silent minute, Sam walked by, tapped Bucky's shoulder, pointed to up the mistletoe, and then rejoined Steve and their conversation that definitely didn't involve the two of you. The pair of you looked up at the plant then at each other. "Mistletoe's tradition of being kissed under hasn't changed right?" Bucky asked. You giggled and shook your head. He tilted your chin up and leaned in. A soft kiss. He pulled away, looking at you, "I don't think maybe was a strong enough answer." You wrapped your arms around his neck, Bucky's arms wrapped around your waist, bridging the few inch gap even more, and several more kisses came.

"That's one bet settled. Wanna make another one?" Natasha asked Tony. "Yeah, no." Tony denied. "Oh c'mon, this one brought two people together." Nat countered. "We'll leave it at that. I never want to walk in on something that I shouldn't have." Tony said while finding a new person to talk to.

"Are the spies still looking?" You whispered into his ear. "No. Their mission must be completed." He answered, his blue eyes starring into yours. "Good. I'm tired of the audience." His flesh hand slipped between yours. "I can think of many places where there isn't one." Bucky whispered with a smirk and started to guide you away from the party-goers.

[imdefinitelyfloating]

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

[gunsandspaceships]

Howard Stark…

Creator of the shield

Founder of the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Father of the Shield

[trashbagmike]

More of my art!

Made this when Barbie came out

(Unrelated but here´s my KoFi if u care <3 )

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Steve Rogers Drabbles & One Shots

updated December 12 2024 - deleted a bunch of fic from the list. However, any missing fics can still be read on my ao3!

Main Masterlist

Requesting Rules

Always Be My Baby || Summary: Knowing Steve's history and his old way of thinking about premarital pregnancies, you're unsure that he'd be elated at the news of your own pregnancy.

Always Be Yours || Summary: While Steve's away on military leave, he still finds a way to show that he adores his woman [ao3]

CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater || Summary: After you'd gotten drunk with Tony one night when Steve was away on a mission, you never expected to be heartbroken I the morning.

Divorce in the Morning || Summary: He never wanted to leave you, but you gave him little choice in the matter when you destroyed your family

Divorce Papers || Summary: being the wife of a playboy millionaire boy toy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Do You Love Me? || Summary: You finally confess to your best friend that you’re in love with him, after weeks of sleeping together.

Dressing a Pirate || Summary: Pirate Steve knows you can always help patch him up when he's hurt.

Drinkin' Problem || Summary: Steve gets as drunk as he’s able after the loss of you.

Empire Ashes || Summary: the pair of you watch as his empire burns

French Fries and Bruises || Summary: Dating the town's palyboy wasn't easy. But it was a dream come true for you. After all, who wouldn't want to date the most popular guy in town? He was handsome, and funny, and could be quite the tiger i nbed... however, he wasn't exactly an honest man... .you'd only hoped that he would be differnet with you.

Gotta Be Somebody || Summary: Captain America visits you at the Daycare you work at.

Just Once || Summary: You locate the culprit who is smoking in your bookshop.

Late Night Escapades || Summary: After your boyfriend goes away on a business trip, you knew you'd never spent the night by yourself.

Lie to Me || Summary: Life isn’t always so dreadful and distasteful.

New Hope || Summary: You confess to Steve you're pregnant.

One Life to Live || Summary:  Steve comes home from a bar fight.

One Night Stand || Summary: you avoid Steve after having a one night stand with him.

Poison Pen Letters || Summary: an incident involving tripping the Brooklyn King’s henchman causes your family secrets to be aired out in the open. When the Mafia king gets your attention, will you take his offer of romance?

Political Cheats || Summary: Steve catches you cheating on him in the shower with your daughter’s teacher

Pretty Lies || Summary: you’re terrified of Steve finding out that your carrying his child.

Returning Kisses || Summary: After one too many nights of hearing Steve bringing home company, you decide you can't take it anymore.

Sleepover Troubles || Summary: Steve’s still having nightmares over the death of his daughter

Take a Chance of Me Skinny! Steve Rogers || Summary: Steve visits the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 5th Ave. in NYC and meets you there.

Tension Logs || Summary: overhearing an argument from Steve & Tony, you grow worried and with awe at the pure strength Steve possesses.

Under the Stars || Summary: You and Steve spend time together star gazing.

What About Now? || Summary: The nicest people have the darkest pasts…

[theraccoonprophet]

My friend: *tosses cap plushie down the stairs*

Me: bro got the Bucky treatment

My friend: *pained wheezing*

[xvivinx]

"Do as Peggy says."

[ironspidersblog]

Buckys face. This is the fondest smile I’ve ever seen in the history of ever

[delusional-bat]

Ramble about Steve's sexual assault in CATFA

Ovbiouslly TW about sexual assult

There is a scene in CATFA where one of the ladies at SSR, a blonde woman, Private Lorraine, who obviously thinks Steve is attractive. And she does this by pulling him by the shirt and onto the table with him over her.

I say this is SA because he shows no interest in her or any woman outside of Peggy at all during the movie. And he didn't make the first move, he didn't ask for a kiss, he didn't consent or even looked to enjoy it. (I would like to state that our bodies' natural reaction to things like kisses or other activities does not equal consent. That is a harmful misconception/tool used by some to deny the SA), and when Peggy found him and Lorraine, he was clearly upset at both Lorraine and that he pissed off Peggy. He didn't want to do that at all, let alone piss Peggy off. This was also his first kiss. Which we can assume based on 1940s romance "rules" and how he is, he was most likely waiting for the right woman. Not some lady who forced him into it.

What pisses me off is that Peggy is mad at him and doesn't let him explain himself when he offers it. And using the new shield from Howard to shoot at Steve without hurting him.

And she stays mad at him till he's already deployed, and she sees a footage of him using his compass that has a photo of her. And never has him explain himself.

Steve was sexually assaulted on camera and we just don't go over it.

Which i think would fit well if he character focused more on helping the helpless. And the people who were harmed but unable to, fear, power, or some other way, to fight and get revenge. Fight for those who can not fight themselves. But they didn't in the MCU!!!!

[goldrshr]

❝ but i want it, it's a crime ❞

cherry wine - live by hozier x '40s stucky

[gyrhs]

Vintage Stucky Valentine’s Card

[hford0311]

Across the hall neighbor

Summary: Bucky is your across the hall neighbor, who you spend a lot of time with...when you're not on dates with other men. Bucky is always there to catch you when you fall and support you when you think you're on a high. Then, there was your current dating experience.

Pairings: fem!reader x oc; f!reader x bucky

Warnings: bruises, violence, mention of abuse, bucky and his vibranium arm cannot be messed with.

Word Count: 1.6k

***

Bucky listened closely - always did when he heard an unfamiliar voice in the building. A male's, flirtatious and smooth, he mentally noted and got up and peaked through his peephole. You were smiling up at the stranger as you stood in front of the door. "Thank you again," you breathed and grabbed your keys, toying with them. The male leaned down and kissed you. Bucky sighed and went back to his couch. It wasn't the first date that he watched end with you and most likely not the last. Did it make it any easier? No. No, it never did.

***

You and your neighbor were close, good friends. You ranted to him and had drinks with and the more rare grocery shopping. Nothing went beyond that, though, at least in real life. Bucky's fiction led to more but never let you know about it. Today was like most, the pair of you said hi and small talk when both of you left for work in the morning, eight to nine hours later, you found yourself planted on Bucky's couch with a drink in hand.

"I think he might be the one, Bucky." You smoothly and excitedly stated in your drunken form. He rolled his eyes and took another sip. "Yeah, okay." He stated with sarcasm. "I mean he-" he listened to your perfect date with now known man, Collin. It wasn't a new conversion. A rinse and repeat that happened every so many months. Bucky always took mental notes of the men you dated: what failed, what worked, how he turned you on or off, and other small details. Sometimes, after a breakup, when you'd end up with sobs on the couch, Bucky reminds you of any bad that the guy had and attempted to make you feel better. At the end of the however long a time period, you'd almost always end up on Bucky's couch, whether it was a great date or tragic ending.

Another two weeks went by, and Bucky noticed the quietness that filled his apartment more now. It had been a week, and he noticed your absence from his couch. He shrugged it off for a few nights before he started texting you about the newest and oddest leap of absence. Your replies filled with date details and how you needed to end the night at Collin's. When he did see you, the sleeves were all the way down to your palms, and you wore more pants than skirts or dresses. Had to be the seasons changing from fall to winter.

Then, a month. The morning small talk shortened, you were in a hurry every time. No more couch talks and drunken words thrown at each other either.

One Friday night, it drove him nuts too much. He missed you. He went to the door, glanced through the hole that showed your apartment door, and saw Collin towering over you. His mouth over your ear, hand gripping your wrist tightly. "I haven't, I promise. C'mon, let's get inside." You trying your best to speak calm, even though Bucky saw a bit of fear in your eyes. "Alright," your boyfriend grumbled, and you led him inside. More mental notes for Bucky.

Your ex-Soviet agent neighbor noticed how you came home less or even left earlier than normal over the past week. One day, he decided to do the same to catch up with you. As he locked his door, you came out. He smiled at you until he noticed the healing bruises that were exposed even under your tights. His next immediate thought was there were more under your sweater and jean jacket sleeves. "Haven't seen you lately, stranger," he jokingly chided. You quickly smiled him, "Yeah, just super busy lately with everything and anything." You replied, almost running out of breath how fast you said the words. "With, who, Chad--" "Collin...and partially, yes." You cut him off, beginning to go down the stairs. "Are you with Charlie tonight?" He quickly questioned, following you. "Collin, and no, Bucky."

"Come over tonight, we can catch up on that new show you've been begging me to watch with you." You internally cridged with guilt.

"I don't know, I'll think about it."

"We can order Chinese, the place with best rangoons." He sweetened. "On a diet, can't." You hurried out. Bucky stood defeated as you caught a cab out of the building. Never had you say no to rangoons. Nor making him watch a series, making him question what happened to humanity over the past 70 years. "Try again tomorrow," he mumbled to himself, walking towards the subway.

The following night, he woken from noises that were typically completely muffled to the point of silence for other neighbors, but not the one with super hearing. Yelling. The sounds of things being rumpled and thrown. A "get out" was yelled by you, and that's when he got out of bed, putting pants on before walking into the common hallway. He was just about to knock on your door when Collin walked out, glaring at Bucky. A second later, he saw a crying you by the door. "You ok? You wanna-" "I'm fine." You stated and shut the door before he could finish his sentence.

***

He knew he shouldn't. At the same time, he knew, he needed to. Bucky knocked on your door. His ears waiting to hear any response. Nada. One more set of knocks, two. Now there was shuffling around. "Y/n!" Bucky called with more raps. Bucky felt his heart rate quicken and his breathes deepen. Your door opened. "What do you want?" Collin stood, his body taking over the entry. Bucky had to resist the urge of punching the guy in the face. "I have some of Y/n's mail." He lied in a cold tone. "You couldn't just drop it off? Not making the hinges fall off the door?" Bucky's jaw tighten, so did his fists. "Next time." He briefly said, starring at the man that acted as if the apartment was his and not yours. "Well, where is it?"

"What?"

"Her mail."

"You know what, just tell her I have it and she can stop by to grab it when she can." Bucky started to walk back to his place. Collin rolled his eyes. "Just drop it off, she doesn't need to see you." His entire body clenched. "Listen buddy, I don't need to take this crap from you. Okay? Y/n can get her mail when you're not around." "Collin?" Your voice traveled to the hall. Collin sighed and shook his head, walking back in your apartment.

Two days later, a soft knock rapped on Bucky's apartment. He woke up to it. He raced to the door, opening to the point where he could've broken it. "Hi," he exhaled with a smile. "My mail?" You questioned, barely even making eye contact. Then, he noticed the dramatic eye make-up that was very much not your usual. "Um, yeah, about that," he pursed his lips. You sighed, "Bucky, don't ruin things over fake mail." That's when he saw it. A certain almost covered yellow greenish mark under your eyebrow. He softly touched your face, body acting before his words or maybe even part of his brain. You tried to hide your flinch. "I hit it on the counter. I was grabbing something on the floor and-" Bucky's hands moved to the end of your sleeve, pulled it up to your elbow. A combo of heeling and new bruises both the shape of finger tips and almost an entire hand. He was nearly shaking. "He can't do this to you." He growled.

The intercom from your apartment began ringing. "I have to-" You began to pull away from his soft grasp. "Is that him?" He began to stomp his way into the hall. "Bucky! Stop! He didn't mean it!" You called to him, following him down the stairs as if you could make him stop. "No! No, Y/n. Don't make excuses for him. He did mean it and no, he won't stop." His anger spewing. "Bucky, he's-" The words were no longer being heard. Collin was standing there in front of the glass locked door. Bucky pulled the door, letting it slam shut before you made it down there. A glove covered fist slammed into Collin's face, making him stumble a few steps back. More punches were exchanged, swinging arms, and you shouted at both of them to stop. "She doesn't," punch, "deserve," smack, "any of that!" Three more fist marks. "A real man" nose bleeding, "doesn't hit," a swift kick, "women!" A siren rang. Bucky took a step back Collin dusted himself off, wiped his bloody nose, and walked away. "She wasn't worth it anyways." Bucky nearly booked it, you grabbed his bicep. "Don't." You breathed.

That night, Bucky's apartment was finally filled with you again. Tears streaming down your cheeks as all the secrets of abuse were now coming out. Your makeup gone, bruised eye exposed, your arms wrapped around one of his couch pillows. Chinese on the coffee table. Bucky on the other end of the couch. After twenty minutes of this, Bucky scooted to the middle and wiped your tears. "You never deserved what he did. He didn't deserve you. One. Single. Bit." You leaned in and kissed him. His lips softly returning the action. The kiss broke and you looked into his eyes. "Give me what I deserve, James." He stroked your hair behind your ear and rested his forehead on yours. He leaned in more and sensually kissed you. "You deserve," lips connecting, "a man that," his lips trailed down, "will treat you like," back to the lips, "a queen." You hummed then giggled a little. "You can do that." He froze a little. You grabbed his chin, making him look up at you. "Bucky, you are that man."