#Military Veteran Steve Rogers

[darthbloodorange]

Bucky and Steve were childhood friends throughout school. After they graduated, they planned to join the military together but they were assigned different units and fell out of touch.

When Bucky returned home, he set up a flower shop.

One day, he gets an email from a modeling company asking if they could use his shop for a shoot. Bucky agrees, something interesting he thinks. Something fun to talk about with his friends over beers at the local pub.

Then the model arrives and they look familiar.

Oh God, it's Steve!

For the: �� @stuckybingo Round 6 - Childhood Friends [I3] (Card: SB6035)

Word Count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Modeling Flowers Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Warnings: Partial Nudity Major Tags: Modern AU, No Powers AU, Flower Shop AU, Models AU, Fluff, Pining, Childhood Friends, Getting Together, Chance Meetings, Nude Modeling, Flowers, Store Owner Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is Not Captain America, Modern Steve Rogers, Military Veteran Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Military Veteran Bucky Barnes, Short-Haired Bucky Barnes ~ Summery: Bucky and Steve were childhood friends throughout school. After they graduated, they planned to join the military together but they were assigned different units and fell out of touch.

When Bucky returned home, he set up a flower shop.

One day, he gets an email from a modeling company asking if they could use his shop for a shoot. Bucky agrees, something interesting he thinks. Something fun to talk about with his friends over beers at the local pub.

Then the model arrives and they look familiar.

Oh God, it's Steve!

[anika-ann]

Restless Hearts - S.R.

Type: one-shot, established relationship, next-to-zero plot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 6,2k

Summary: Moving in together with Steve is the dream come true – or it should have been. You didn't exactly have the chance to benefit from that since he shipped off to a mission for days and is only now coming back.

You grow restless. And to make it worse, you only get to reunite with him on this stupid pompous party instead of your home. Well. Just few more hours of socializing to survive.

You could handle that, right?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, semi-public sex if you squint, unprotected sex, language, Steve being a menace, two idiots in love who can't keep their hands off of each other

A/N: written for the Smutty September Fest hosted by @mercurial-chuckles . Thank you for hosting 💕 I have chosen multiple prompts - finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to f* and quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials 🤭

A/N 2: DIVIDER by @firefly-graphics; enjoy y'all 🥰

Sparkling lights. Sparkling drinks. Elegant gowns and sharp suits. Subtle polite laughter and conversation occasionally interrupted by a louder exclamation and a genuine burst of laughter from the groups forming around those who knew how to charm a crowd. A non-descript music, one song bleeding into another, a few couples trying to find space on the dancefloor that had mostly changed into an agora, a space for conversation rather than for moving in well-practiced sync.

The dress skirt brushing over your knees and ankles, a slight chill on the back of your neck as someone opened the balcony doors, letting in fresh April air of New York City. The light stink of alcohol and sweat amongst the hundreds of expensive perfumes and colognes. The rich aftertaste of the sting of bubbles, sweet and spicy on your tongue.

The golden lights shone bright but intimate, reflecting in your champagne glass and prompting you to finish your first – and likely one of the lasts – drink of the night.

You weren’t much of a drinker. You indulged every once in a while, more of curiosity about what fancy brand the host had chosen for the occasion and a thing of courtesy, using the glass like a required social prop.

Such was the case tonight too – a fancy evening for investors and associates of the Earth’s mightiest heroes. Politicians, diplomats, government officials, high-ranking military officials and filthy-rich entrepreneurs – mostly not your crowd, to speak plainly. There was a slightly better company too, even if scarce: former agents and other colleagues – well-vetted beforehand, of course – scientists, non-profit representatives, veterans. Several Avengers too, of course.

But your favourite – the one who had brought you deeper into the world of superheroes – was yet to be found.  

Steve Rogers most definitely was your favourite; nearly flawless moral compass, loyal, protective of the less fortunate ones and his own. A fighter who had won and lost all too much; an artist, who saw beauty around him nevertheless. A kind soul with an enormous heart, perhaps a tad too big for his own body despite his impressive physique. Larger than life and yet somehow humble enough in his insistence that he was just a man, ordinary, like most; just lucky enough to had been given a chance to fight and to defend.

And to love.

Steve Rogers certainly was your favourite, as he should be; the goodness of the world distilled into one man, with a face and a body of worth of being sculpted by the masters of ancient arts, the warmest smile and a sparkle to his eye a testimony to his brilliant mind and wicked humour. All that at your fingertips; all that supposedly yours, as incredible as it seemed at most times.

He was yours.

Your boyfriend of four months and seventeen days.

Not that you had been counting; perhaps just a little. You were innocent in the matter, however; it was mostly your and Steve’s friends, teasing you about taking things slow. According to Bucky, had you been taking things at Steve’s desired pace, with how smitten he apparently was, he would have already had a ring on your finger.

You didn’t dare to judge, afraid of raising your hopes a little too much; however, there was something to be said about Steve Rogers in love. He made it clear; so painfully and blissfully clear, letting you feel his much-reciprocated adoration in hundreds if not thousands of little moments.

In his touch. In his words. In his actions.

Your demanding jobs perhaps did slow down your progress a bit, making even the settling on a day of your first date quite the feat; but it was one of those good things that made the waiting worth it.

If Steve was smitten, so were you; and while a proposal would feel rather rash, you certainly not at all thinking about how you’d probably say yes anyway, because you simply knew, you’d settle for moving in together.

You had moved in together, thirteen days ago.

And the move in that had left you with half-unpacked boxes, cold bed and an apartment lacking the true aura of a home, because the person you wished to build it with was godknowswhere in a middle of Siberia, having left after a passionate welcome-to-our-new-home and a message delivered at three damn forty a.m.

Steve had left the pleasant warmth of your bed at four, with a profound sleepy apology and a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Left for an off-grid no-contact mission. Lasting for days.

For all the faith you had in his skill and strength, the worry that came with him being away for so long without as much of a short text was eating at you; and then there was the matter of simply missing him, the empty feeling only accentuated by having expected to be nearer to him at last and getting this instead. You were an independent woman and you could live your life without a man just fine, but goddamn were you also a woman madly in love, missing your boyfriend.

And you were growing impatient.

You were still at your first drink, yes, but knowing Steve should appear at any moment did not help calm your nerves, the slightly uncomfortable but exciting swirl of anticipation of seeing him again – in a suit no less – as intense as the yearning for comfort of actually seeing for yourself that he was safe and sound.

He had texted you, at last, about four hours ago, that he was on his way, nothing but a couple of bruises already healing, looking forward to seeing you.

You had agreed to meet at the venue; he would be running last minute, or perhaps even fashionably late, grabbing a quick shower and a shave at his at-hand quarters at the Tower, just throwing on a suit he kept there for such occasions. You had offered to help – for the completely selfish reason of seeing him sooner and in private instead of in front of hundreds of watchful curious eyes – but he had sweetly refused, argumenting that at least one of you should be on time and promising he would find you first thing upon his arrival.

You would have grumbled if you hadn’t been soothed by the Love you, can’t wait to hold you again, he had texted after. He was a charming loveable bastard like that.

As the infamous murmur of excitement arose around you, bringing you back to the present, your eyes easily found the source of the commotion: Steve Rogers himself.

Your heart rate accelerating reminded you that not being able to meet Steve before the event might have been a blessing. Had you had the chance to get your hands on him, you two would probably end up being very much unfashionably late; a welcome home kiss would have simply not sufficed.

He was breathtaking.

The traditional black suit with navy blue glint was fitted for certain; tight where it should be, accentuating Steve’s absurdly broad shoulders and thin waist, pants no doubt hugging all the right places from behind somehow complimenting his long muscular legs too, pristine white shirt with a bowtie matching the suit; the soft blue reflection emphasized the colour of his eyes as they scanned the room without ever stopping his progress, his polite smile spreading wide when his gaze found yours, the blue of his irises turning warmer; the most beautiful feature to his face battling the magnificence of his sharply cut jaw.

The instant relief washing over you screamed of how anxious you had actually been before you had seen him alive and well; the warmth spreading through your veins whispered of comfort, a tidal wave of feeling at home after a long travel; the heat curling in your belly and sending sparkles through every nerve ending reminded you that your body had been missing him in all different ways.

Your gaze zeroed on his every step. He seemed to move too slow and too fast at once; and suddenly he was standing in front of you, one hand gently grasping yours, the other lightly laying on your waist, a chaste kiss to your temple lingering as your body naturally sought his and carefully leaned into his entirely publicly appropriate greeting. The familiar woodsy notes of his cologne and aftershave had your heartbeat pick up and instinctively move closer into his embrace and breathing in deeply, the scent going straight to your head; but following his lead, you didn’t get too close, letting the gentle timbre of his voice soothe your need for connection instead.

At last; he was home. He was here, with you, and his love, while contained in socially acceptable gestures, seemed to draw a protective circle around your pair, shining brighter and warmer than the lights and all the luxuries around combined.

“Hey sweetheart. It’s so good to see you,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek this time, his eyes lit alive as he retreated, a hint of a smile still playing in the corner of his lips. “And you are absolutely stunning. Almost tripped over my feet the moment I set my eyes on you.”

Resisting the urge to tenderly slap his side at the exaggeration, at making your face burn hot – and something inside you purr with satisfaction since you had chosen your outfit with care, much like your makeup and hairdo – you gathered your composure, straightening your posture and charming a smile for him in return.

In one of many late-night conversations, when he had revealed his artistic side to you, he had admitted he loved to feast his eyes on all kinds of art from the most ordinary ones to the rarest; you had understood then that while a fighter and just a man in his core, his soul was a thing seeking beauty and goodness everywhere. In both things and people. A doodle could make him smile and hum in delight as much as a painting or a sculpture, he had said shyly; a building, an arrangement of flowers, a beautiful dress too. The last one, however, he had appreciated most on a woman as bewitching as yourself, he had told you, a tender finger on your jaw, a glint of dark mischief in his eye, lips slanting over yours and stealing your breath in a matter of a second; proving he was appreciative of you just as much when you were wearing nothing at all.

This time, however, you liked to believe he enjoyed the sight of you in the dress indeed; the top was hugging your curves like a second skin, the dark crimson fabric bled into a breeze-light skirt, shorter at the front, longer at the back, offering a less-than-scandalous but still teasing peek of your legs and clear view of your matching heels.

“It’s really good to see you too, love. And you look quite handsome yourself… I nearly dropped my drink upon seeing you,” you reciprocated with a small smirk, pointedly finishing your drink at last, heat flaring in your core when you caught Steve’s gaze lingering on your lips as they barely touched the edge of the glass, not leaving an imprint despite the dangerously red colour of your lipstick.

As you set your glass on the nearest table, you took a satisfactory note of Steve’s gaze flickering even lower, and bit back a smile.

As high as the neckline of your dress was, actually reaching half-up your throat and barely but chastely covering your shoulders, the oval-shaped cut stretching from between your collarbones down over your sternum was a rather intentional trap.

And your Captain had fallen right into it, his Adam’s apple bobbing before his gaze snapped back to your face, pupils wider, irises having gained just a tad darker shade. The fresh surge of confidence was almost as intense as the swoop of desire in your lower belly, sending your thoughts spiralling far away from a behaviour socially acceptable at an event like this.

It made you want to abandon the event and let it sort itself even if Steve had just barely arrived.

Who cared anyway? Steve deserved a proper rest after a taxing mission; rest and more, whatever his heart desired. And maybe not only his heart; if you were honest with yourself, you were only a hot-blooded human being like the rest of the world and were looking forward to truly greeting Steve home in all the ways imaginable.

You could control yourself in the public, of course, and you genuinely understood the importance of networking. But you should bring up simply taking Steve home for his own good; and you could profit from it all the same. From his proximity, from the privacy of your home, from getting your hands on the insanely handsome man’s body.

Whether he sensed the sparkles in the air you weren’t sure; but he leaned towards your face, his voice dripping slow and rich like honey from his lips brushing your ear, sinful despite the words being perfectly innocent.

“It works well then, honey.” He offered you his elbow, straightening his posture as if he was so damn proud to show off what kind of a woman he had on his arm. “Let’s go fulfil our duty of mingling so we can excuse ourselves as soon as possible.”

With his last words carrying alluring notes of an intimate promise, you conceded.

Nodding, you arranged your face in a polite smile, crafted to nonchalant perfection.

“Let’s go mingle indeed.”

Indeed, let’s work so we can sneak away and go home as soon as possible.

Your plan had gone a little awry.

In the glow of delight at Steve’s arrival, you had underestimated the number of people who found it their crucial mission to meet and greet and catch up with Captain America.

You had kept up the pleasant façade through all the conversations, nodding and chuckling politely when the situation called for it; but you were growing weary and you could feel tension gradually building in Steve’s shoulders as well, the way you remained connected by at least an inch of a touch at all times permitting you to observe the change.

You had thought it would help when you subtly nodded towards the dance floor; his smile turned much more genuine as he asked you for a dance, earning your pair a breather and a moment of shared intimacy for a few songs.

But you had been wrong in your strategy; if it were possible, Steve’s jaw appeared locked even tighter than before once your reprieve was deemed to last too long and you agreed to return to socializing. His touch grew into a hold; at moments, it was but a grip, until you felt him forcefully relax and ease the pressure.

You didn’t blame him one bit.

He must have been exhausted; away from home for so long, physically and mentally drained after an intense, albeit successful mission, forced to put on a mask for everyone else’s benefit, because Steve Rogers, to a point, was a poster boy. As much as he was trying to change that, working on allowing himself to show and accept his humanity, he remained the embodiment of a hero who never gave up and raised others on his own shoulders despite scratching the bottom of the barrel of his own energy.

He remained cordial and polite and a gentleman; he offered to get you a drink as you excused yourself to the bathroom, returning only to find him – visibly annoyed, for once – trapped in a conversation with Tony. A conversation which was probably not at all important, but apparently couldn’t wait, at least in Tony’s mind.  

“Such a charming woman, standing here all by herself. How is that even possible?” questioned a voice from your left just as you pondered rescuing your boyfriend, causing you to waver.

It was a very male voice. An unfamiliar voice.

And had it been Clint or Sam or Bucky, you’d laugh at the poor line, which would no doubt be told with a drop of teasing; or in Thor’s case, entirely genuine and fitting to Asgardian but not Midgardian ways. Hearing it from a stranger, though, that made you want to roll your eyes.

You were a strong soldier of God so to speak, however; you turned to the source of the voice with a smile with just a slightly sharp edge – one the tall lanky man was oblivious to, as it turned out – and greeted him with a measured Sir.

As he introduced himself, you learned that Mr. Doctor Bowers PhD. might have had two PhDs but none of them was in taking a goddamn hint. Because now you were sort-of trapped much like Steve was, the written and unwritten rules of courtesy not permitting you to make up an excuse of needing to go to the bathroom after you had clearly just come back.

You counted seconds, pondering how soon you could leave the man behind without appearing too rude. You got to a hundred when your patience truly was wearing thin.

He was still not taking any of the hints you had dropped. Worse, even. You weren’t presumptuous enough – unlike some people in the mostly one-sided conversation – to imagine the flirting. He was clearly attempting to flirt and was failing miserably. He was shameless about it too, even if a little condescending.

Ninety-four seconds later, you had enough of him and far too little of Steve; your skin seemed to be already burning where Steve had last touched you, yearning for the contact to return in a perhaps clingy, but entirely honest way.

And suddenly, as if some miracle provided by Asgardian magic, the touch was back.

Steve’s arm was curling around your waist, his side pressing to your hip, his lips making a gentle – and strangely electric – contact with your hairline.

“I’m sorry about the hold-up, sweetheart. Who’s your… friend?”

It was a little funny, really. The man matched Steve in height, but at the biting note in Steve’s voice, he shrank at least a foot and a half.

He introduced himself after clearing his throat, maintaining the remnants of his composure which all of sudden carried no hint of the wannabe seducer. You wanted to kiss Steve right on the lips right there for that alone.

Mr. Doctor PhD also probably regretted extending his hand for Steve to shake; because at Steve’s grip, no doubt stronger than necessary despite his entirely nonchalant mask of politeness, he actually winced.

You were no supporter of violence, much like Steve, which might seem ironic to some given his profession – but the lick of heat at seeing Steve put the guy into back into his place sent a shudder of undiluted want down your spine and straight into your core, your posture involuntarily shifting in response. Steve’s hold on you tightened.

“I have to talk to my girlfriend now, if you excuse us. See you around,” Steve said, already spinning you towards the exit to drive his point to the end.

You didn’t resist.

If anything, you couldn’t walk fast enough, regretting wearing heels and wishing for a pair of sneakers instead to sneak away from the party altogether at last.

Only when Steve led you further and further away from people, deeper into the complex, your heart began thundering in your chest; you noticed that the tension in his muscles you had worried about had grew tenfold and realized that his announcement about needing to talk to you might be more than an excuse.

“Steve, are you alright?”

“Fine,” he responded flatly, yet in a voice carrying hundred times more warmth than just a moment ago.

Right. And the Sun is blue, the pigs can fly and tachyons had always been proven particles of matter.  

You swallowed the snarky response, glancing at him as you barely kept up with his long strides; still, you could tell he was holding back, having seen him march with much more hurry and relentlessness.

“Thanks for the rescue, by the way. Really,” you pipped up, one corner of your lips rising despite your stomach turning tight at the unreadable expression on Steve’s face. “Guy simply couldn’t take the hint that I only have eyes for my Captain.”

An uncomprehensible grumbly noise vibrated in Steve’s chest, his arm sliding from your waist in favour of taking your hand in his instead.

Apparently, your attempt at cheering him up failed; you should have known.

The corridor was now completely devoid of people; you had arrived to the part of the floor with three small conference rooms, one an each of them dark and empty – because everyone was at the party.

Your smile turned truly nervous at that point, your mind racing as much as your heart. Steve wouldn’t have led you here unless he wanted to urgently talk about something important. You were a little baffled as to why hadn’t he opted for the elevator and his former quarters instead; but you didn’t question it as he placed his palm on the scanner and practically threw one of the doors open and all but pulled you in, some of the lights automatically flickering to life.

That was all that your ordinary human brain had time to register.

Because then Steve’s hand found firm purchase of your neck, cupping your jaw, lips slanted over yours with ferocity and passion that had your mind snap blank and set your body on fire, your hands limply landing on his firm chest.

Oh. O-okay.

More than okay.

You were forced to walk backwards, Steve’s other hand pressing against your hip to lead your step and steady you at once; an anchor you desperately needed in the whirlwind of puzzlement and madly stirred desire. Your lips parted in invitation just before your ass hit the conference table, an unvoluntary whimper escaping you when Steve’s body aligned with yours, every single part of him bare his lips tight and wound up, his hardness brushing against your thigh.

At the small sound so willingly consumed by his demanding kiss, he squeezed your hip harder, tongue exploring hundred-times explored with delight, air stolen from your lungs, your hands scrambling to grab his suit jacket to pull him even closer.

Who needed breathing anyway?

You didn’t. And you didn’t care how you got here either, be it desire fuelled by impatience or jealousy or the endless time apart, your choice of a dress or your lipstick which you knew Steve liked so much. You didn’t give a damn.

He was the spoilsport, releasing your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, his quick breaths fanning your face, hand from your neck sliding lower, an almost inhuman sound pushing through his teeth when his fingertips found the exposed skin on your breastbone, petting the soft spot adoringly.

You had not known until that moment how much you craved his touch precisely at that spot and how weak in the knees it could make you.

“Please say y-“

“Yes,” you gasped, instantly rewarded by his mouth on yours again with a muttered but hearty-

“God, I missed you-“

-dextrous fingers sliding under your skirts and hiking the fabric up as they travelled up your thigh, Steve’s pelvis rocking against yours, creating delicious friction against your core.

“I missed you too.”

Your hands went to roam over his freshly shaven jaw, over his shoulders, pushing the jacket off just to make him growl in frustration when he had to stop touching you for two full seconds to get rid of it.

“Sorry, want to feel you,” you apologized nonsensically, every single moment of his touch going straight to your head like a strong sweet wine, intoxicating and addictive, much like his scent, his taste, consuming all of your senses.

“Need to have you-”

“You have me,” you said breathily, a plea and a promise at once, thoroughly appreciated by a squeeze to your ass, fingertips wandering towards where you needed him the most--

And then Steve halted in his progress, body turning into a statue as he came in contact with bare skin, lips stilling on yours.

You gulped, trying to judge his reaction despite your haze.

You had had… a little incident when dressing up to the nines. Your broken nail nicked your thigh-high, sending a run up your calf. Uncharacteristically unprepared, you had found out if was your only pair. And sure. You could have run to a store. You could have express-ordered; stores would trip over their feet to deliver to Ms. Captain America in need. You could have worn a pantyhose.

And yet, your mind had steered you towards the drawer where you had kept tights specifically bought for a wholly different occasion than a social outing.

Why not? Your dress was long enough. And having hoped Steve’s mission would bring him home victorious and excited, having missed all of him terribly, you thought you might at least save some time once you two would be home.

Except you weren’t at home now. But that wasn’t on you – you were completely innocent in that matter.

Except you weren’t and your tights were conveniently sewn with a large enough opening to have Steve fit his hand or other parts of his body through, leaving but a flimsy lace panties in his way.

“Sweetheart?” he rasped, licking his lips as if to tempt you further, to confess your sins born of love and lust. He pulled back just an inch, to meet your gaze, his own pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of your beloved blue remained.

You gulped; not ashamed, not truly, perhaps a little apprehensive of his judgement. You had worn what was pretty much an erotic prop to a high-class event and had you not been careful and had had an accident, anyone seeing or god forbid snapping a picture…

“I… wanted to greet you home… and feel you as soon as possible,” you admitted silently, heart thundering in your chest, in your ears, in your temples, in your fingertips fisting the collar of Steve’s shirt.

A beat of silence.

Several wild beats of your heart.

“Christ, I love you-“

You were hoisted up on the edge of the table in a lightning speed and a mouth-watering display of strength, lips devoured by Steve’s with enough force to bend you backwards, the line of your soaked panties pushed aside to not waste time indeed as Steve’s fingertips dipped into your slick with a mutual groan of pleasure.

“Steve-“

“That’s right, honey,” he whispered, lips teasing the soft skin of your throat now, “I’m here now, all yours.”

He teased your lower lips back and forth, once, twice, three times too many and then he finally entered you with two fingers, a dark chuckle coming deep from his throat at the gasp of his name, stepping closer between your spread thighs to press your legs further apart.

He pumped his fingers with ease, driving you towards the stars at a dizzying speed, pressing a soothing kiss to your sternum when you cried out at him curling his fingers just right.

“That’s it, honey… sing for me. Just for me,” he pleaded, contradicting his plea by claiming your lips again and pushing deeper, faster, wicked,your whimpers swallowed greedily, all his, just like you were, on the brink of ecstasy.

You were trembling; in pleasure, in anticipation of absolute bliss, with Steve’s hand firmly pressed to your lower back to hold you close and annihilate you in the most exquisite way known to man. His words, his touch, the husky notes of his voice, the sheer need radiating off him and still making sure you were to steal the first round of fireworks just for yourself.

It exploded through your body without warning.

You broke with a cry of his name, lips freed just so he could hear the delicious sound, so beautifully seconded by his harsh breaths and so filthily accompanied by the wet sound of your pleasure you had no capacity to be ashamed of but revelled in instead.

You knew he did too. Because he had done that to you, for you. It was his and yours and both was a privilege; and lust incarnate, as he brought you down from your high gently as it be, his hand disappearing from your back in favour of undoing his fly and zipper.

Feel as soon as possible; no time to waste. Pants shoved down only as little as necessary, boxers following, a peek of a mouthwatering – and always a little intimidating – sight was all you got.

A small startled sound escaped you when you were being pulled further towards the edge of the table without a moment of reprieve, a chuckle bubbling in your throat at Steve’s impatience – but with no malice. God knew you understood; the moment the head nudged your entrance, coating him in your slick, your orgasmic bliss was long gone, replaced by even more acute need.

You wanted him. Now. All of him. Wanted to feel him deep inside you, wanted him to fill you so completely as only he ever could, devoured by him, desired and loved.

And you wanted to make him feel as delirious with pleasure as he had made you a moment ago, wanted to make his world so hot it turned white for a moment, make his knees buckle with the force of his release.

Your gaze met his, eyes feasting at the beautiful panting mess he already was, all pristine in his suit and bowtie and ready to ruin and be ruined, lips crimson and kiss-swollen and parting with a groan as he slowly pushed into you.

“Look at me, Steve. Want you to see what you do to me,” you whispered, the little broken sound pushing past his lips the only warning you got before he snapped his hips forward with a curse on his lips and sheeted himself fully inside you at once. God, so fully and suddenly that all air got knocked from your lungs.

His hand grasped your jaw, tender but firm, a dangerous glint in his eye, thumb running over your painted lower lip.

“Oh I’m looking, honey.” His gaze flickered down as he retreated almost all the way out, shining with your arousal, and thrusted deeply again, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “And there’s nothing prettier than you falling apart for me, so let. Me. See you.”

He accentuated every word with a sharp snap of his hips, stroking and stretching your walls over and over, setting a rhythm, teasingly slow and punishingly quick, hand and lips roaming, grabbing and caressing, kisses all teeth and all soft, grip on your hips keeping you still to assure he could take you exactly as he liked and encouraging you to roll your hips at your pace as you balanced on the edge of the table all the same.

“Missed you.”

“Love you.

“Need you.”

“So good for me.”

“I’m so damn lucky.”

“Please.”

“Look at me.”

“Give it me, honey.”

Your head was spinning as you were consumed by bliss, spiralling towards your peak so fast you couldn’t tell anymore which words were yours and which were his, where you ended and he began, clinging to each other as you were carried higher and higher, your ears ringing and still allowing you to hear the clinks of the belt buckle and the sinful sound of your rapid love-making; like a lightning running through yours very being, you shattered with a high-pitched whimper of Steve’s name, an echo of a hoarse voice stringing curses and praise barely reaching your conscience.

You panted against Steve’s shoulder as he curled around you, minuscule movements of hips to ride out both of your highs, soft words spilling from his lips as he was barely caching breath himself.

You took a minute, maybe two or five, still, clinging to him all the same, the heady scent of sex and sweat weighing down the air, your tongue heavy and throat parched, fingers carding through Steve’s damp hair softly.

And still, you chuckled breathlessly as Steve kept running his warm hand up and down your back, the sound causing him to press a kiss to your lips that tasted of apology for some reason.

“Well…”

“I’m sorry for pouncing on you, sweetheart,” he muttered, a genuine note of regret nearly lost in the pleasure carried over to his voice.

Your smiled must have looked exhausted, you thought; but blissed out.

Oh, your sweetheart of a boyfriend. As if you hadn’t just both enjoyed this tremendously. Surely, he didn’t really mean it, did he?

“I’m sorry for sort-of setting a trap then…” you followed suit, the words feeling simply wrong on your tongue. “Except I’m not.”

At that, Steve lifted his head, meeting your gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire still.

“Me neither.”

You grinned, trying not to be acutely aware of his hardness still stretching you to your fullest.

Of course he wasn’t entirely satisfied. One round had barely even been enough.

“That’s what I thought. Good.”

He mirrored your expression, his grin a little boyish and devilish at once, his expression soft but somehow everything but innocent.

Yet, he caressed your face with his fingertips with tenderness, from your damp temple over your cheekbone to your jaw, gently pressing against your lips.

“I love you. And I missed you. So much. I swear I just wanted to go home – take you home, the moment I walked in,” he admitted, causing your smile to turn sympathetic.

You knew all about that; it was all you had been truly thinking about the whole evening.

“I know the feeling.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh…” you trailed off, sensations slowly returning to your body outside the all-consuming pleasure. You felt like you were burning; sweaty and fucked-out for the lack of a better term, most of your body tingling… You chuckled self-deprecatingly. “God, my legs shake so much… what did you do to me?”

Steve’s hands moved to your thighs as if he needed to feel it and steady the trembling, to help, teeth worrying over his lip, just a hint of guilt – and a whole lot more of something you didn’t dare to decode, because those were some dangerous waters.

You expected him to pull out and help you stand then, clean up; after all, he was a gentleman like that, always supporting you.

He did the former, tenderly so as not to hurt you; but not the latter. When he carefully left your body and you tried to stand, he halted your movements with tightening his hold on your thighs, his gaze roaming all over you as you glanced at him all with puzzlement.

“Steve?”

“Maybe you should lie down,” he suggested lowly, his gaze flickering from your still quaking legs to the opening of your dress on your chest and to your lips and then back.

You swallowed against your dry throat.

The dangerous waters you hadn’t dared to explore roared in the back of your head, a shudder of scalding heat running through your body.

He hadn’t cleaned up. He hadn’t tucked himself in. He was still… as always---he-

You licked your lips, your heart stumbling so hard in your chest it was almost painful.

Wordlessly but with his blown pupils observing you like a hawk, one of his hands moved to your shoulder, gently pushing, encouraging you to lie down on the desk indeed.

And who were you to protest? His gaze was once again pleading and challenging you.

Please, say yes.

Like a fallen angel coaxing you to sin; and you’d all but follow hm straight to hell, because you knew he’d show you heaven unparalleled.

The table was cold and unforgivingly hard against your back, but you didn’t care; all you cared about was Steve looking at you like that, like you were a goddess and a prize he had sworn to win, guiding your leg up to rest your ankle against his shoulder, his hot mouth pressing a kiss to your calf. His other hand pushed his pants and boxes down his legs this time, before he reached for your other leg and wrapped it around his waist, once again nudging your sensitive opening.

“Just one more, honey,” he coaxed you, as if you needed convincing, as if the tremble of your body hadn’t turned from blissful and exhausted to one of anticipation. “Just one more and then we’ll go home…”

He pressed another kiss to your calf and met your gaze as he slowly sank back in with ease, something devilish and painfully alluring flashing in his eyes as a shudder ran through your body, sensitive from your earlier activities.

“And when we’re there, I’ll take you once more… once for every day I would have made love to you, had I been in our home with you as I should have.”

In the haze of your mind, the math didn’t seem to math or even matter, even though you felt it should.

But for now, all you could focus on was Steve, finally with you, and soon coming to your shared home with you, at last.

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*chuckles* I’m in danger🥹

I hope Steve makes sure she’s hydrated and eats something in between🤭 And maybe gets some sleep; not all of us are supersoldiers 🥹

ANYWAY. Thank you for reading! Drop feedback if you're willing and may September bring you many smutty cozy evenings and peace 💕

[ronearoundblindly]

Lease

best-friend!roommate!reader x Steve Rogers

*This was a totally random and spontaneous idea. Not edited. Light language (so we can get *the joke*), pining, light angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff. This work is for all ages! WC ~2k

Sam Wilson introduces you. Both your parents were veterans and active at the VA, so you practically grew up there.

At first, you’re reserved, a little formal, but very nice. Oddly enough, Steve just likes that you don’t hound him with questions about his military service and how it was different based on the decade, etc. You are just…around to listen.

He finds himself filling any (comfortable) silence between you with stories. Stupid things. Things that don’t have to do with the VA or his past or even his present, which is entirely work as Captain America.

Steve gets to a point where he is itching to live off of Avengers Campus, but he doesn’t want to live alone.

One day he finds you hunched over a laptop and grumbling, “why is everything so fucking expensive?”

A sentiment which, of course, he frowns at.

“Sorry,” you shrug, a look of sincere apology on your distraught face. “I didn’t realize it, but apparently, I’m poor with my measly three-thousand-dollar-a-month budget for an apartment. Now I have to find a roommate, and—“ you start wagging a finger at him sarcastically “—I don’t know if you’ve noticed there’re some real weirdos out there. It’ll take me longer to find a safe, stable roomie than it takes to—“

“I can move in with you.”

Steve almost gasps at how fast the words fly out of his mouth.

“Well, not ‘move in’ to your current place. I mean. I can—I would be willing to live with you. Sorry! That sounds bad. You’re not bad. I meant…you know, anytime you want to chime in and stop me would be helpful.”

You remain silent and smirking.

“Right. Okay. So…think about it? Or not, that’s fine.”

“Let’s talk figures, Rogers. The square-footage just doubled, and I need to rework the budget.”

Moving in is shockingly uneventful. You’re easy to get along with, when not suddenly up on your high horse about something, and Steve is easy to get along with under the same circumstances. You push his militant rigidity to the brink on purpose, but never too far.

Things sit out in the wrong place, but it’s never dirty. Stuff doesn’t always get returned promptly, but if he asks, you’re on it.

There are two bathrooms, thank mercy.

He has random and odd hours. You work nine to five, mostly. It’s the perfect level of independence without loneliness for Steve.

Sam and Natasha stop by regularly or ask you both out for drinks or to fun, new places.

One time, when Nat is ribbing Steve to go talk to a cute girl ordering at the bar, he panics and takes your hand in his on the tabletop.

“How can I do that when my date is right here?” he grits playfully through his pearly white teeth. “Leave it alone.”

Each word is punctuated by a shift forward and a slight tilt of his head.

Natasha is unamused and instantly grabs your other hand (which was holding your drink) to pull you toward the dance floor.

It’s awkward for multiple reasons. You’d pay a whole month’s rent to know what Sam and Steve talked about after you left.

Sam takes a different approach, luring—or attempting to lure—Steve into setting up just one dating profile online.

“You don’t have to put photos,” Sam assures, “and you can stick with your first name only. I swear to you, man, this’ll be good for you. Get you out there more. Help me out here, Tagalong!”

He turns to you for support. To be fair, you did quite literally tag along with your parents for years to the VA, and it stuck. Why it sticks as a grown-ass adult? You’ll never know. You just don’t mind Sam Wilson saying it because he means well and never uses it in public.

“Uh, nooooo.”

Sam’s face falls. “What?”

You look at Steve and grimace, clicking your tongue. “He’s not ready for that,” you conclude.

Steve jumps out of the chair, arms wide with victory.

“THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!”

“I know you told her to say that,” Sam shouts back.

“Did not,” Steve barks.

“He did not.” You lean against your bedroom doorframe. “I just think it’s obvious.”

That makes Steve deflate a little. “Wait, but…I’m not that bad.”

“Oh gosh,” you fake with a huge smile, “look at the time! Gotta be off to bed…”

The men keep fighting albeit muffled from your side of the wall. The only part you can make out before giving them privacy is Sam, whining, “but you actually like bubble baths and walks on the beach, dude. You’re gonna be money on there.”

“Hey, why do you not, ya know, date?”

You look up from your breakfast, stunned because that came out of nowhere. You’ve lived together over six months now, and Steve hasn’t asked for one iota of personal—well, romantically personal—information.

Twiddling your fork around, you think.

“I always imagine what my parents would think of him, any guy I’ve ever considered being with longterm, and…I was just never proud to say ‘here, here’s the one,’ I guess.”

Your parents have been gone for years. You value their opinion anyway.

“Mhm,” Steve hums, “the one?”

You take a bite of food, straightening your back, tossing a dismissive hand in the air. “Yeah, if you believe in that sort of thing.”

He’s quiet for a while.

“So you’re waiting for the right partner?” Steve finally mutters, and he watches your noncommittal gesturing intently.

That was a ‘yes.’

Natasha knows. Sam knows. Steve suspects but won’t admit to anything. You are kind and unreadable.

You’ve always been kind, so there’s no discernible difference to signal you have feelings for him in return. He can’t bring himself to be anything less than a gentleman at home and makes absolutely no moves to find out.

He stays out in the living room a lot more, all hours, hoping you’ll mention staying in for a movie, praying you’ll be tired enough to fall asleep on his lap on the couch.

He’s in way too deep.

What Steve suspects is that it would be too awkward to start anything while living together, but he doesn’t want to leave you in the lurch for rent or a roommate. He also desperately doesn’t want to move out. The status quo is comfortable.

He loves being comfortable with you.

The stress of not telling you, while needing to make some sort of arrangements should telling you blow up in his face, starts to wear on him.

Steve is a pro at compartmentalizing his life, so it’s when he’s stuck at the apartment without any missions, a handful of meetings, and a team that all have lives for two long months that he cracks…in the least attractive way.

He’s messed up his sleep schedule with worry and playing innocent, and out of the not-so-blue, a horrible, vivid nightmare hits him. Steve isn’t even on the mattress anymore by the time he figures out there wasn’t carpet like this in Germany and the desk chair he grips is not a motorcycle.

“Rogers,” he hears. “Rogers, can you look at me?”

The dark room is somehow hollow and stifling all at once. His head turns slower than his brain tells it to.

Steve blinks.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Hey, sweets,” he husks from a dry throat. “What…”

“Can you tell me where this is?” You step closer and pry one of his hands off the mesh to cradle in yours. “Where are we, Rogers?”

“Home.” He swallows. “Our home.”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, but you nod like he’s done well.

“Okay, Steve, I’m going to get you some water. If you want—“ your fingers smooth over the back of his hand, nudging the other to release the chair “—you can sit on the bed.”

You don’t leave. You don’t even get up from the floor.

He doesn’t notice he’s clutching your hands, shaking slightly until long seconds go by.

“Yeah. Okay.” Steve lets go, otherwise unmoving, contemplating how he ever thought the semi-rough industrial carpet felt the same as mud.

You carefully hand him the water and rub his back, using your nails to trace invisible patterns. He can’t remember what he was so scared of a minute ago. He only knows he’s sweating that empty kind of confused.

“What’s that supposed to do?” he asks absently.

You shrug. “Eh. Back scratches just feel good.”

Steve’s mind remains blank as he sips his water.

: We need to renew the lease soon. Like this week.

Steve has stalled as long as humanly possible; he is officially not being a gentleman now. He is a coward.

: Talk about it when I get home?

: Could you at least tell me if this is a hard NO on staying here or just some concerns/questions? : I don’t get why you’re being like this.

Steve gets it, but he hates it.

: I’ll be back tonight. Should I pick up food?

: ffs : Fine. Whatever you want.

Steve also hates when you’re mad at him…which has been happening more and more.

He’s been distant, he refuses to let Sam or Nat come around for fear they’ll play match-maker and ruin the whole thing, and he is about to ruin the whole thing anyway.

Because he is not smooth. Because he is not prepared. Because he’s built up this perfect and amazing, sweep-you-off-your-feet moment.

And he bungles it.

“Out with it,” you command, haughtily yanking your portion of food from the countertop beside him, heading for the dinette.

“I want to be with you,” he blurts.

“Thank god,” you sigh, settling in your spot. “So we’ll go down to the office and sign in the morning. I don’t want there to be an issue if you’re off to wherever for who-the-hell-knows how long on the date the thing expires.”

“No, I…” but Steve’s voice is too quiet.

“There’s only a tiny window where they’re open before I have to head to work, so let me physically sign first, right? Then I gotta go.”

“Sure,” he slurs.

“Steve?” You turn to see him staring down at his food. He’s still across the room. “Are you okay?”

“I said I—I meant that—“ he huffs out his breath and taps his fist on the counter “—I meant that I’m an idiot,” he finishes softly.

Approaching with that beautiful, open-hearted kindness that haunts his days and soothes his night, you cross to him, scratching his back just the way he’s grown to crave.

“Think you might be hangry,” you chuckle.

He cannot do this. Steve is hanging on by a thread until the graze of your hand slides down his forearm to take his plate, and he spins.

He’s thought about kissing you so many times, he mapped out the angles he’d have to hold himself at, how far he needs to lean to get to you, the care to take wrangling in his strength and sheer excitement.

Steve Rogers is good at planning, at least, this part.

Gentle pecks of his plush lips to yours leave gaps in contact that let you whimper, and he fears you stopping him. He presses, wrapping his arms around you and molding your bodies together. The linoleum of the kitchen floor makes sticky sounds beneath your shuffling feet, squeaking once you hit the adjacent wall.

The force of that knocks your frozen arms into his chest, and painfully, Steve relents to step away, but not far. He bites his bottom lip and tastes the balm from yours, his head tilted in shame but fiery eyes watching you from beneath long lashes.

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Oh…you meant…”

Steve’s tongue darts out hungrily.

“Yeah.”

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They're soooo cute!!!!!!

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how as veterans collectively all but not limited to;

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Logan Howlett

Wade Wilson

All fucking HATE the government.

I know damn well Wade is over here watching some guy run away from cops on the subway boarding dock and just CHEERING for the guy.

"Go go go!! No! No, go around-"

"What!?"

"GO AROUND!"

So the guy jumps the other way, and the one cop is struggling to follow him and Wades like, "You ain't cut out for this job, man! Sarg is gonna have your whole regiment run laps til failure!! Let's go, maggot!! Your guy is gone already! Mission failed! Demerits for all of ya!"

And Logans just standing here, smirking because its very easy to forget that Wade was military but he finds himself being constantly reminded and theres just something about Wade's army mode thats hot as fuck.

And he's not really sure why until he realizes... they have the same voice.

[racefortheironthrone]

On the subject of UBI, I always ask about the MCU UBI: Tony is a billionaire who lives a life of luxury, Bruce has a serious chronic illness that requires expensive medical care, and Trevor just wants to sit round all day drinking and doing drugs. I take the UBI guys more seriously if they can say what each man gets from a UBI.

That's a somewhat odd choice of characters to think about how a UBI would function in the MCU.

So yes, Tony Stark would get a UBI. Relative to his private income, his UBI check would be totally inconsequential - and given the level of taxation needed to support a UBI, it's pretty much guaranteed that Tony would be paying far more in taxes than he would be getting back in UBI payments.

This is not an accident or a mistake or a flaw in the system; this is how a healthy social policy should function. When Social Security was established in 1936, FDR made a big deal of the fact that even John D. Rockefeller would get a Social Security check - because it hammered home the point that everyone contributes, and everyone benefits. Reciprocal solidarity would short-circuit the divisive politics of distribution and redistribution and cement a permanent majority coalition in support of a universal welfare state.

Bruce Banner would also get a UBI check. Now, his financial situation is a little unclear - originally, Banner was a top research scientist at Culver University with U.S military contracts, so he would probably have been in the top 10% of incomes (affluent but not wealthy). After his transformation into the Hulk, however, Bruce was a wanted fugitive with no way of earning income.

After that, Bruce was an Avenger - and this is where things get odd. As established in Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Avengers in the MCU don't get a salary: Tony gave them free housing and paid their Avengers-related expenses, but Sam Wilson notably relied on his veteran's pension and government contracts for his living (thus why his banker could justify turning him down for a small business loan rather than admitting to structural racial discrimination) and Steve Rogers even with his veteran's benefits, Social Security, and SHIELD salary couldn't afford a place in Brooklyn. This means that, while Bruce doesn't need to worry about money for his research and can save on rent, he does actually need the UBI for everything else.

This is very different from in the comics, where Avengers get quite decent salaries:

$4k a month in 1983 dollars works out to around $150k a year (on top of free housing at the Avengers Mansion), putting them solidly in the top 13% of U.S personal incomes.

As for Trevor Slattery, I feel like your description is unfairly characterizing a working actor. Slattery was not a major success in Hollywood - hence why he took Aldrich Killian up on his job offer and became part of a criminal conspiracy - and he does have some serious substance abuse issues, but what he does in his private life is his own business. Hell, even when he was abducted by the Ten Rings, he kept working as an actor. That being said, Trevor is going to have a hard time getting UBI, both because he's a wanted fugitive and convicted felon (which would end his eligibility in the U.S) and because he's now living in a rural village in another dimension.

[kayedium-writes]

Lightning in a Bottle

MCU | No Warnings | Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanov | 2824 Words

Written for @steverogersbingo, prompt B3: President Steve & @marvelrarepairbingo, prompt B1: Radio DJ AU

Steve Rogers first electoral win could’ve been called ‘lightning in a bottle.’ For re-election, his team wants nothing more than to re-imagine that same victory while Steve has his own ideas about what a successful legacy looks like. But both his re-election and his legacy involve a certain podcaster—host of The Red Room.

Steve Rogers is sitting in another strategy meeting, ready to hit his head against the nearest wall. The poll numbers aren’t what his campaign manager, Sam, or his chief of staff, Bucky, had been hoping for, so out came the giant whiteboard—which looked more like a coach’s board for football than presidential campaign strategies.

“I’m just sayin’, I think we should hit late night a lot harder than we are right now,” Sam adds with a shrug, tapping his pen against the clipboard in his hand.

Bucky buries his face in his hand and lets out the most exaggerated groan Steve has heard. Has heard nothing close to it since the first campaign when the Fox reporter started berating Steve with questions about his military record and commitment to the country. That night, he thought he’d have to look for a new chief of staff if his got any closer to the journalist in question. But Steve took the question in stride—using his decorated war veteran background to reinforce just how committed he was to the USA and let it sail them straight through Election Day. Now they just have to pull off a similar maneuver and change the conversation.

“Yeah, and I think talk radio is the way to go,” Bucky fires back, pushing out of his rolling chair as he heads toward the whiteboard. He crosses off Sam’s previous suggestions, leaving only Colbert and Stewart for viable late night hosts. He says the focus has to be on substance and Steve thinks about just how much more substance could be brought up if they’d let him get back to running the free world. 

[perception-sets-it-fair]

Stucky Fics

Weirdly enough it took not watching Marvel anymore to get into these boys.

One or both is in the Avengers

The Best Way to Wake - LeeHan Bucky was in the ice and was found a year after Steve. Steve is determined to make Bucky’s experience better than his was.

Head Over Heels- Chiyume Bucky (re)learns things about himself when taking dance class with Natasha 

My Albatross Always With Me -LolitaBlue Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers team as a weapons developer. Steve has an attitude about it. 

Rhapsody in Pink- 1918 After chemical castration from Hydra, Bucky’s libido is causing some hallucinations.

Like A Good Little Soldier Girl_Back_There, xPixelx Bucky gets brought on as a sniper to the avengers team. Steve has a lot of feelings about it.  

Pour the Guinness buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle), lyn7 Modern Bucky meets Steve at a bar and does not realize who he is. 

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Through a dark night, without a sunrise, love will tell us where to go LunaCanisLupus_22 Bucky can’t remember being the winter soldier but that doesn’t stop him from being wayyyy interested in Steve. 

Retired Avenger(s)

Song of the Rolling Earth - the1918 Steve is living a quiet life on the farm when he saves a young man who got hit by a car. 

if you're looking for jesus (then get on your knees) - voxofthevoid  former captain gone rogue meets agent Bucky 

ABO fics

Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well thiccbuckybarnes Retired Widow captain Steve Rogers and young omega Bucky. Jane Austen vibes.

Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody- 2bestfriends  Omega Bucky finally takes a risk and gets a new job. Too bad his boss is way hot. 

On the cover of Alpha's Health -Jerana photosheet, omega captain america Steve

Heart of Fools- Claudia_flies alpha captain america, hired omega Bucky

Mistletoe Season- lordeofstucky  Christmas fic, Captain/alpha steve

The Omega Protection Act - Imagineitdear omega rights, omega Bucky, past non-con

The Way I Feel For You -Becassine  avengers fake dating with omega Bucky.

Lullaby for Futures Lost - Oh_i_swear ex-special forces nanny Bucky taking care of omega Steve’s baby while he does his avengers stuff.

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger omega Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

A Year and a Day Julie_dAubigny (burningbrightly) mistreated omega Bucky with a mysterious past rescued by Steve. Medieval ABO. 

Dad/Single parent fic 

you will always be my favorite form of loving thiccbuckybarnes dad steve, college student bucky

On The Back Of A Raindrop - musette22  dad steve, gardener bucky

I wanna be yours-prettylittlehead22 dad bucky, art teacher steve

Songbird-chicklette washed up star Bucky, art student Steve

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger man Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cydonic Bucky moves next door to flip a house. Cue adorable dad Steve next door.  

Veteran/military

All About Sarge - Izulkowa, myfailsafe ptsd processing featuring adorable dog.

A Higher Epsilon- deadto27 veteran/dogwalker Bucky, meet-cute  

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself - AHM1121, MissyRivers Bucky is a tattoo artist/yoga instructor. Steve needs a way to wind down.

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve. 

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Human Au- College

Learn Me Hard Oh, Learn Me Right -AHM1121  math tutor Bucky

On Thin Ice-fandomfluffandfuck. Friends with benefits college hockey au. (feat. daddy Bucky)

Alkynes of Trouble by yammz Nerd Bucky, Jock Steve, lab partners.

Human Au- Sex work

E is for Escort VenusDoom3 escort Bucky hired by Tony for Steve. 

Whiskey & webcams by fallenangel69 Bucky does camwork and roommate Steve gets very curious. (gay Bucky, Steve discovering his sexuality)

General human au

The Big Board buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) Bucky Barnes, senior news anchor at SHIELD and stat guy Steve.

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) unremarkable Shelter 2007 au artist Steve

A Very Specific Type- yammz Bucky has a type and silver fox Steve fits it.

Then a small thing happened by beaarthurpendragon- Bucky’s combat photographer career ends with an accident. He goes to a lake house next door to Steve’s mom. (Grief,astronaut Steve, Christmas)

chemistry-deadto27 Bucky has a disappointing one night stand with Steve but keeps running into him. Yoga instructor Bucky, Photographer Steve, Bucky making rom-com level bad decisions.

Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash The boys get snowed in and realize that fwb is not working for them. 

Give me a pen, I'll write you a story orphan_account Bucky gets to meet his author idol. A huge misunderstanding starts them off on the wrong foot. Bdsm with sub Bucky. 

The House on Winter Lane ClandestineMira (LoquaciousJargon), Duchess_On_Fire Former MIT student Bucky after a car accident lead to losing his parents and his arm. Works for construction company and starts hooking up with silver fox Steve, who is building the house that was Peggy’s dream. FWB/angst/grief.

[xoxobuckybarnes]

February 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

Heroes are Easy, People are Hard (series) by Halberth / @histrionic-dragon & art by Lorien / @drjezdzanyart

Heroes are Easy, People are Hard (Rated: T, Words: 152K)

Summary: Shuri and Wanda cleared Bucky's triggers shortly after Killmonger's attempted coup, and he and Steve went on the run. But it turns out there's more to "fixing Bucky's head" than "getting Hydra out of it." When a group of rogue scientists manage to neutralize the serum and make Steve very sick--pre-serum "this is bad" kind of sick--and they're cut off from contact with Wakanda, Bucky knows only one person with resources to help. He calls Tony and surrenders on the condition that Tony tries to help Steve. From there, it's basically three variously messed-up guys’ trajectories from "This Is Fine", "Reasonably Speaking I Know It’s Fine", "I Will Be Fine With It" to actually being fine, guest-starring a far-better-adjusted teenage boy who climbs walls, a 1957 Ford Thunderbird, two women with a keen sense of the absurd, and Bruce, the Zen master of “it’s fine that it’s not fine.” Add in the fact that Bucky's been secretly in love with Steve since the thirties and things only get harder. Learning to be a person is the hardest thing Bucky Barnes will ever have to do--but he's got company along the way.

Post-Credit Scenes (Rated: NR, Words: 2K)

Summary: “Hi.” Bucky ran his thumb around the edge of the shield. “I’m, uh. Not dead.” Takes place immediately after the end of Heroes are Easy, People are Hard.

More than the Sum of our Faults (Rated: T, Words: 15K) by Oh_i_swear / @oh-i-swear-writes & art by lemonadehearts / @lemonadeswift

Summary: When Steve Rogers adopts a dog he rescued from a collapsed building he realizes that due to the nature of his job he needs a dog sitter. Enter Becca Barnes, owner and sole proprietor of Happy Hounds, a dog walking and sitting service that comes Sam-Wilson-approved. What Steve didn’t bank on was the gorgeous owner of his dog’s best puppy pal who happens to also be Becca’s older veteran brother, and he certainly didn’t bank on running into the man - quite literally, let alone falling completely in love with him.

Another Song, Another Spring (Rated: T, Words: 46K) by somanywords / @somanywords

Summary: Bucky smiles into his phone. “Yeah, thanks, Mom. Actually, I had a few questions? What age do babies start mimicking language, aka cussing? And what age do they start walking?” “Is this for your book?” his mother asks suspiciously. “Yes,” Bucky says, staring into the eyes of the baby on his couch. “Yes."  

On The Back of A Raindrop (Rated: E, Words: 52K) by musette22 / @musette22

Summary:  Despite the fact that Steve Rogers’ life hasn't always been a bed of roses, he’s fortunate enough to have a lot of good things to call his own. He has a loving mother, two wonderful kids, marvelous friends, and a beautiful house with a big, sprawling yard, to name but a few. One thing Steve does not have, however, is green fingers. One late spring morning, Steve decides to call in the help of a local gardening company to restore his yard to its former glory. When gorgeous gardener Bucky Barnes shows up on his doorstep the next day, he unwittingly upturns not only Steve’s yard, but his life, too. Over the course of the summer, it’s more than just the garden that begins to blossom.

Atoms (Rated: M, Words: 49K) by Andrea1717 / @andrea1717 & art by kahey2804 / @kahey2804

Summary: After a hard year and the end of both his military and his short career as a personal bodyguard Steve Rogers did not expect the call from his best friend and ex- colleague Sam Wilson. He offers him a job, full time and long term, starting on the next day. At first it sounds perfect to finally move forward from the devastating events in his past career and life - being one bodyguard in a group of four for a rich kid from a famous lawyer. How hard can that be? What Steve didn’t expect was the kid - Bucky Barnes, twenty two, traumatized from his dark past, devastatingly beautiful and a real brat. After a while on the job Steve not only discovers that Bucky seems to play a role most of the time, he also discovers that parts of his heart who seemed to be dead for a while are very much alive.

honey don’t feed it, it will come back (Rated: M, Words: 18K) by thedoubteriswise / @thedoubteriswise & art by ellebeesknees / @ellebeesknees

Summary: He lets out a long sigh and watches Bucky. Back home he was always too vain to let more than a day’s worth of stubble build up, but now he’s got about three days of scruff on his chin. He shouldn’t look handsome like this. His eyes are shut, but Steve can tell by his breathing that he’s still awake. The cat is curled up on his stomach and purring like an idling motor.“ He’s actually pretty cute.” Bucky smiles softly, too sleepy to make whole faces.“ Damn right,” he hums. He’s stroking the cat’s fur, which is soft and fine now that it’s clean. He looks so open and inviting. Steve doesn’t close his eyes, watching Bucky’s gentle fingers and trying to come up with a plausible excuse to go touch him.

I was never cool (and all I wanted was just to have you) (Rated: E, Words: 2K) by dreamsinthewitchouse / @dreamsinthewitchouse 

Summary: Bucky is slouched behind the circulation desk, chewing on a pen and staring morosely at the computer screen. He’s wearing headphones, his head just barely moving to whatever he’s listening to. Steve is halfway across the room before Bucky notices him, startled into dropping his pen. “Oh. Hi.” Bucky straightens in his chair, pulling the headphones down to his neck while his face does something complicated. “Why— is there something you needed?” “Um, yeah,” Steve says, his chest suddenly tight. “There’s this book I really wanna read?”

***This fic is complete, but the series (booksmart) is not***

He’s All That (Rated: T, Words: 88K) by crinklefries / @spacerenegades​ & art by fingersnaptothat

Summary: “That one,” Tony says gleefully. “I pick him.” “Him?” Bucky hisses. “Steve Rogers?” “Bet’s a bet,” Tony says smugly. “Make Steve Rogers the class president by the end of the year.” “Motherfucker,” Bucky curses. Then he takes a fortifying breath. He can do this. He’s Bucky Son of A Senator Barnes. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in the front just the way he knows men and women like it. “Fine,” he says. “Okay. By the end of the year. Easy.” *** When Bucky Barnes--son of a state Senator, future president of his fraternity, and co-captain of his college’s soccer team--gets unceremoniously and very publicly dumped at a party, his entire reputation hangs on by the thinnest thread. Drunk and humiliated, he does the only thing that makes sense--he makes a bet with Tony Stark. Now Bucky has the length of the school year to take Steve Rogers--small, asthmatic, environmentally-conscious art nerd, political activist, and complete social disaster--and turn him into the student body president. How many misunderstandings, shenanigans, and college tropes will abound before Bucky realizes that Steve Rogers, well, he’s all that?

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 76K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

***Be sure to check out the rest of this amazing series : Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

An Appropriate Omega (Rated: M, Current Words: 195K) by BeauRadley

Summary: Steven Rogers, the Duke of Brooklyn, is in a bind. The provisions of his father’s will mean he must marry before his thirty-fifth birthday or lose his mother’s inheritance. The catch? He has to marry a suitable omega. James Barnes is the third child of the impoverished Barnes family. If he or his sister don’t marry before the season is out, their family will fall further into poverty. If he doesn’t find someone else soon, he’ll be forced to marry the sinister Lord Pierce. The two men realize they can solve each other’s problems, but will their marriage of convenience turn into something more?

Dichotomy (Rated: E, Current Words: 4K) by papesdontsellthemselves / @turtle-steverogers 

Summary: After getting signed to SHIELD Audio Inc., The Commandos have been taking the world by storm. Industry golden boy, Bucky Barnes, is just happy to have a chance to share his music. However, his world threatens to get turned on its head when The Commandos get sent on tour with the Howlies, where Steve Rogers spreads into his life like wildfire, waiting to burn.

Rereads

Targeting (Rated: E, Words: 149K) by queenmab_scherzo / @queenmabscherzo

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Baby can you tell me more about Steve and Jake? I don’t know why but I am obsessed with them. I think it is because the relationship with a man is new to Steve

Some kind of meet-cute

“Did you know cats can understand 25 to 40 different words?” Its his super soldier hearing that first detects the vocal tone, the excitement and the prattling of scientific facts that piques his interest.

“Jensen, nobody cares.” The snide remark should have sent the omega off a discourse since it had come so brashly from an alpha and yet the omega lets it roll off his back.

“Cats,” Steve steps away from the bar and the alcohol that won’t do anything for him anyway, and finds himself in the direct path of the omega in question, “can’t trust them.”

“You’re a dog person?” Steve comments immediately, bracing for the omegas sudden quietude and is surprised again by a sudden boldness that comes from his veteran.

“Captain America,” he grins and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “is a cat person?”

“Jensen, Rogers….Rogers, Jensen.” One of the other veterans introduces the two and Steve opens his mouth to speak however the words won’t form on his tongue.

He’s blindsided by the scent of another omega heavily clinging to this omega. Steve’s eyes wander and search the frame of this omega before him, curious about the secondary scent when he finally notices the scent locket hiding behind a set of dog tags.

“My omega,” Jake speaks with unfailing devotion and love when he clasps the locket in his hand, “she worried when I was gone, she sent me this on my last tour.”

Steve has faltered, he knows he has, and he knows that he’s at a loss for words. This world that’s so much more progressive than he’s used to still manages to surprise him. He had never seen or heard of an omega mating another omega, he had never thought it possible.

“You’re not mated,” Steve observed the unmarked neck next, a kind of bold and striking desire to sink his own teeth into the handsome omegas neck is irrefutable, “you have an omega?”

“My omega and I are looking for the right set of alphas.” Jake had dropped his hand from the locket, returning it to his side, still emblazoned and strikingly bold for an omega.

Steve came here to support veterans, to draw in charitable donations to support them on their journey out of the military and into domestic life again. It was supposed to be an in and out experience with nothing to hold him back and yet…

“The right partner.” Steve whispered under his breath, a level of understanding for the omega before him was never before reached.

Steve had known even from a younger age that he was not as streamlined as others may have wanted. Though he had largely denied himself and his feelings, his attractions to both the female and male sexes, Steve was coming face to face with that part of him.

With Jake Jensen right here and now, and the scent of his omega that lingered. Steve’s senses, his heightened awareness, had given him the ability to know that Jake and his omega could have been exactly what he needed.

“Three,” Jake spoke again, adding another layer to the whole picture he was painting for Steve, “we’re supposed to have three alphas-“

“They’re a handful, Captain Rogers.” The mutual friend and veteran had warned him with adoration for the omegas. “The two of them together are trouble.”

He needs you, Steve’s heart fluttered and his fingers trembled against his sides, they need you.

“Too much for you to handle, Captain Rogers-“

“Steve,” he stuck his hand out toward Jake, a better greeting and more casual introduction to hopefully learn more about this omega, “just Steve.”

Jake’s lips began to lift, a smirk building.

“Jake,” Steve cut him off before he could even speak, “I’m more than capable of handling you and you’re omega.”

[eva-knits12]

Veteran's Day with Steve Rogers

Steve is up, and turns on the news.

He's seeing all of the Veteran's Day tributes.

He pulls out his old military dress uniform.

Not his hero "oonifom".

Margaret is in a cute red, white and blue sweater.

Of course, Sarah has to wear her Captain America dress.

James has to wear his Captain America costume because he wants to look "just like Daddy."

Baby Margaret is sound asleep in her stroller, and she also has a red, white, and blue blanket that you crocheted.

She also has a Captain America lovey.

You all go to the parade and watch Steve going by.

You all go to Applebee's after the parade. Everyone gets their favorites, and you get your favorite dessert.

Sarah and James all draw pictures of Steve.

Veteran's Day is more meaningful because he got to spend it with his family.

The Avengers-including Tony-also help Steve celebrate Veteran's Day.

They all have an indoor picnic and barbecue for Steve.

You're there, too.

Steve never thought that Veteran's Day would have this much meaning.

He got to spend it with his friends, including Bucky and Sam.

You and Steve leave early because it's a school night.

Steve can't wait until next year.

[themculibrary]

Steve Rogers + Female Pairings Masterlist

an unexpected engagement (ao3) - thedrih steve/natasha M, 208k

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has a huge crush on CEO Steve and decides that the company’s Christmas party is the perfect opportunity to win him over but she ends up exaggerating and after several disastrous events she wakes up in Steve’s bed without remembering how she got there. And the most surprising thing is that he makes her an unusual proposal: that she pretend to be her fiancée!

Steve Rogers is a workaholic CEO who, in order to escape the family’s insistence that he have a serious relationship, invents a fake bride. And when the family shows up by surprise and catches him with the employee he brought home drunk and passed out last night, he decides to make her a proposal: that Natasha pretend to be his fake bride.

What Steve doesn’t realize is that Natasha has much more elaborate plans for him, making him a very malicious counterproposal!

as safe as houses (ao3) - DizzyDrea maria/steve T, 25k

Summary: Senator Steve Rogers (R, NY) is a decorated war hero who has a deep and abiding desire to serve his country, which may or may not include someday running for President. Maria Hill is a veteran Air Force pilot working in the private sector and bored out of her mind. When Steve finds himself needing a private security detail for a trip to France, he hires Shield Security and Maria becomes his constant companion. They grow closer as the trip progresses, but can they survive what’s coming to find out if their Paris sojourn could turn into something real?

Can't Blame Me For Secretly Hoping (ao3) - agentx13 sharon/steve G, 21k

Summary: After Natasha tries so hard to set them up, Steve and Sharon decide to get one over on her and prove once and for all that they aren't meant to be together. Naturally, not everything goes according to plan.

Counterfeit and Counterpart (ao3) - Frea_O maria/steve M, 28k

Summary: Five times Maria Hill doesn’t understand Natasha Romanoff, and why she might be better off that way.

dearly beloved (ao3) - Hollyspacey darcy/steve E, 21k

Summary: Darcy has 99 problems, and her first assignment for SHIELD is, like, 98 of them.

As if going back home to deal with all of the people who made her childhood miserable wasn’t bad enough, she’s also stuck in holy matrimony with a surly supersoldier who can’t even deal with her under normal circumstances.

Delightful Delicious De-Lovely (ao3) - Wandering_Swain gamora/steve G, 2k

Summary: Gamora is on a mission to Terra with a personal objective of great importance.

fill out the form first (ao3) - flowermasters peggy/steve G, 3k

Summary: Peggy and Steve meet in the most mundane of ways. That is, of course, before the bank heist.

Floral Engagement (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness, NachoDiablo pepper/steve T, 5k

Summary: The cute blond florist keeps gifting Pepper flowers. She's determined not to read into it. But she really should.

flowers (ao3) - includewomeninthesequel steve/peggy E, 91k

Summary: She was light, warmth, and life.

She was everything he wasn’t, and everything that he didn’t know he wanted - needed - until this moment.

A Steggy love story inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone, with more than one twist along the way.

how to measure distance between two points (ao3) - frostian jane/steve T, 63k

Summary: Dr. Jane Foster and her assistant, Darcy Lewis, have arrived at the Avengers Initiative compound in Upstate New York for personal safety. To everyone’s shock Dr. Foster reveals she has finally succeeded in not only opening up the Einstein-Rosen Bridge but controlling it, essentially creating a human version of the Bi-Frost that would allow visitors from all Nine Realms and beyond.

This unforeseen success will no doubt attract the attention of both AIM and Hydra, one of which succeeded in kidnapping the women only weeks before. Captain Rogers, still at odds with the powers-that-be about his friend, Bucky Barnes, will have to use not only his military prowess but cunning and intelligence in order to ensure the women’s safety. Because, as it turns out, the good doctor and her assistant have a knack for creating havoc all on their own.

i've seen the future (and it looks an awful lot like you) (ao3) - em_a steve/peggy T, 12k

Summary: In the 1940s, Peggy finds a way to move on.

In 2023, Steve makes his way back.

They meet somewhere in the middle. (And they finally get that dance.)

just between us (ao3) - LiandravZ steve/natasha G, 43k

Summary: Two years had gone by since they last saw each other. The big question is: how do you talk to someone whose heart you’ve shattered?

Does it ever begin with a, hello? hey? Or Hi, how have you been? She doesn’t have a fucking clue.

las vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

love alight like electric touch (ao3) - dioncchusmic steve/natasha, steve/wanda G, 71k

Summary: Liberal lawyer Natasha Romanoff is doing everything that she can to prevent the community ballet center from it’s destruction, wherein the said ballet center is bought by SHIELD Industries, aka Steve Rogers’ company.

They come into an agreement that he won’t destroy the community ballet center as long as she works for him as his Chief Counsel, what happens when Natasha agrees and finds out more than what she’s bargained for?

My Heart Was Never Pure (ao3) - agentx13 sharon/steve/natasha G, 15k

Summary: how Natasha came to believe she might be worth being loved after all.

oh no! (ao3) - grimeysociety darcy/steve, pepper/tony E, 89k

Summary: Tony Stark is running for President, and he wants Darcy Lewis to run his campaign. She must navigate the new world of dirty politics and grandstanding, with her rival campaign manager Steve Rogers complicating every part of her professional and personal life.

radio silent (ao3) - hecklesyeah maria/steve M, 77k

Summary: “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What, stuff yourself with breakfast food for dinner?”

“I haven’t even decided which pie to have for dessert. No, this,” she says and gestures between them. “I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet here I am.”

- - -

Alternately: the one where Maria and Steve navigate a relationship and where Tony and Bucky figure out how to move forward from a murderous elephant in the room.

the guest (ao3) - orphan_account steve/darcy, jane/thor, bucky/sam M, 113k

Summary: “Darcy…?”

Her focus snapped back to Steve, fear now dominating her face. “Steve, I’m going to ask you something and it’s probably going to be…strange.”

He nodded, already having an idea as to what she may be getting ready to ask.

“When, am I?”

“It’s September 30th, 1942.”

Darcy hung her head, hiding her face from him and Steve as her shoulders shook. It was only a couple of moments later that she righted herself, hiding her shock and heartbreak behind a wry expression.

“Well, fuck me sideways. I’m not really sure how to go forward from here.”

tonight, we are young (ao3) - thebrightestbird peggy/steve G, 4k

Summary: “I might have made a wish on the Tesseract that could have had something to do with Peggy getting younger.”

Steve and Peggy get a second chance to live a lifetime together. There are a few details to work out first.

What Lies Within (ao3) - Steggy peggy/steve G, 7k

Summary: It's Christmas. Brooklyn is blanketed in snow, and as the brunette agent peers out the window, tea in hand, she ponders the day to come, the surprises in store, and most of all, the soldier asleep in her bed.

[samasmith23]

While it hasn't been overtly referenced in this series, I appreciate Aaron's attention to detail with past continuity regarding Frank Castle's idealization of military heroes & authority figures such as Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, through visual allusion!

The Punisher’s deep-seated admiration for Captain America (primarily to both characters being war veterans) has been a long-established aspect of Frank’s character that’s been heavily referenced by past writers. Most notably in the Civil War crossover event by Mark Millar, which features an extended sequence of the Punisher refusing to fight back as an enraged Captain America brutally beats him down in retaliation for the former gunning down several supervillains aligned with the Pro-Registration side.

Except while Steve is a paragon of virtue who embodies the ideals that America is supposed to represent instead of what the country actually is, as a child Frank was willing to bastardize the image of Captain America to enact his own murderous brand of vigilante violence against criminals without any consideration for due process or potential for rehabilitation.

Essentially, for as much the Punisher claims to deeply respect & admire Captain America, Frank embodies the same fascistic "might-makes-right" beliefs that Steve has spent his entire life actively opposing!

From Punisher (2022) #2, 3, 4 & #11, by Jason Aaron, Jesús Saiz & Paul Azaceta, and Civil War (2006) #6 by Mark Millar & Steve McNiven.

[ragingphantom666]

Marvel Worlds project plan: Thunderbolts (Vol. 1)

This series is not an assured project. It is a concept that can still be changed or scrapped.

Synopsis

When the Avengers are unavailable, the Force Works program activates the Thunderbolts team. The Mad Thinker unleashes the Squadron Supreme upon the world. It is up to the Thunderbolts to stop them all by any means necessary. The world can only hope the team of villains has what it takes.

Characters

Alexis Sauvage/Agent Guillotine - A French espionage agent recruited by the Force Works program to be the handler of the Thunderbolts.

Melissa Gold/Songbird - A young woman formerly known as the villain Screaming Mimi. She is reformed and has taken on the more heroic name of "Songbird." When asked to join the Thunderbolts, she accepts on the condition that she would be considered for parole. Agent Guillotine made her his second-in-command.

John Walker/U.S. Agent - A military veteran, right-wing conservative, and nationalist. He sees himself as better than Steve Rogers and a true American. After he was arrested for murder and imprisoned. He works with the Thunderbolts just for the chance to work for the American government again.

Jack Monroe/Nomad - A vigilante who once worked with Jack Flag. He was imprisoned for being an accomplice to the murder of a congressman. He is recruited into the Thunderbolts with the promise of access to a shooting range. He butts heads with U.S. Agent over politics.

Ghost - An Inhuman with phasing powers and a recurring enemy of Iron Man. He joins the Thunderbolts with the promise of money.

Rana Philips/Aberration - A U.S. soldier who took a Gamma serum that made her into a strong scaly humanoid like the Abomination. She joined the Thunderbolts with the promise of being cured and serves as the muscle of the team.

Norbert Ebersol/Techno - A technological genius who caused problems for Iron Man. He is recruited into the Thunderbolts with the promise of internet access.

Erin Cicero/Axon - A U.S. soldier who volunteered for a project to splice her DNA with a sample from the villain Zzzax. She became an energy vampire, absorbing the electricity from the human brain.

Julianne Erwin/Mad Thinker - An evil mastermind and former A.R.M.O.R. scientist. She opens a portal to an alternate reality, bringing the Squadron Supreme from their home reality. She controls them through chips implanted in the back of their necks.

Zhib-Ran/Hyperion - In his reality, he was an alien sent by his people to bring order to humanity. To accomplish this, he formed the Squadron Supreme. He can fly, has super strength, is nearly invulnerable, and can shoot lasers from his eyes. His weakness is gamma radiation.

Kylie Richmond/Nighthawk - She is the brains of the Squadron Supreme and a brilliant strategist. Due to a traumatic past, she had a negative view of humanity. She is seen as the toughest member to defeat because she plans for everything.

Zarda Shelton/Power Princess - The last member of her utopian society after it was invaded by U.S. forces. For years she secretly lived among them until she joined the Squadron Supreme. She joined holds a wrathful and hateful view toward humanity.

Wyatt McDonald/The Archer - A normal human who faced nothing but hardships in his life. He joined the Squadron Supreme to make the world fairer.

Julian Sanders/Speed Demon - A scientist who gave himself superspeed to get revenge on the Quicksilver of his reality. He joins the Squadron Supreme despite having no negative view towards society.

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I wanted to make something better than Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League. I hope I can.

This version of Hyperion is inspired by Omni-Man from the Invincible franchise, rather than Superman from DC Comics, because I'm a fan of Invincible and not Superman.

[so1dat]

JAMES BARNES, ORIGINAL TIMELINE. ( THE MIND IS MALLEABLE. )

ONE, GROWTH. 1925 - 1941.

COURAGE,  JANUARY 11, 1925 —  DECEMBER, 1937. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES WAS BORN ON THE 11TH OF JANUARY, 1925 TO GEORGE M. BARNES AND WINIFRED C. BARNES IN SHELBYVILLE, INDIANA. BETWEEN JUNE AND SEPTEMBER 1929 THE FAMILY OF THREE MOVED TO U.S ARMY CAMP LEHIGH, VIRGINIA, JUST IN TIME FOR THE ARRIVAL OF HIS LITTLE SISTER. IN 1935, AGED 10 BUCKY LOST HIS MOTHER TO INFLUENZA AND PNEUMONIA, HIS LITTLE SISTER ONLY 6. STRUGGLING WITH THE LOSS, HIS EMOTIONS BECAME REPRESSED, A BRAVE AND STOIC FACE BECOMING HIS FACADE AND ALL FOR REBECCA’S BENEFIT. A WAY IN WHICH TO HELP HER PROCESS AND FEEL SUPPORTED IN HER GRIEF, EXCEPT BUCKY TURNED TO A DIFFERENT WAY OF HANDLING HIS, AWAY FROM THE INNOCENCE OF YOUNG EYES : FIGHTING. IT BECAME AN EVERYDAY PROBLEM, BRAWLING AT BREAK TIMES WITH DIFFERENT MEMBERS OF HIS CLASS, SPITTING, PUNCHING AND KICKING - HIGHLY FROWNED UPON BY HIS FATHER. JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS IN 1937 GEORGE BARNES HAD ENOUGH OF BUCKY’S FIGHTING AND EXPRESSED HIS DISAPPROVAL AND DISAPPOINTMENT IN HIS SON’S PART TAKING, ORDERING JAMES TO GO TO HIS ROOM AND AWAIT PUNISHMENT. GEORGE LEFT THEIR HOME IN THE BARRACKS NEVER TO RETURN, DYING IN AN ACCIDENT WHILE IN BASIC TRAINING. BUCKY, AGED 12 AND REBECCA, AGED 8 WERE ORPHANED. WITH THE TWO CHILDREN LEFT ALONE, REBECCA WAS SENT AWAY TO BOARDING SCHOOL AND BUCKY PERSUADING THE OFFICERS TO LET HIM STAY IN THE CARE OF THE CAMP, LIFE ON THE BARRACKS THE ONLY CHILDHOOD HE’D EVER KNOWN AND HE NOW A WARD OF THE STATE.

ENDEAVOUR, DECEMBER, 1937 —  JANUARY, 1941. FOR THE FIRST 2 YEARS BUCKY REMAINED ON THE BARRACKS, BEING HE WAS ONLY 12 HE BECAME PART OF THE FAMILY AND FURNITURE. LEARNING RESPECT, DISCIPLINE AND THE TRUE NATURE BEHIND BEING A SOLDIER. HE WAS SURROUNDED BY VETERANS OF THE FIRST WORLD WAR, THAT SHARED STORIES OF THEIR EXPERIENCES AND EVENTUALLY THE PASSION FOR THE MILITARY THAT GEORGE HAD WAS NOW ONE OF BUCKYS. HE TOOK PART IN THE TRAINING DRILLS, THE SMALLER DETAILS BEHIND SUCH AS THE CATERING AND THE UPKEEP OF THE BARRACKS. WHEN THE SECOND WORLD WAR CAME IN 1939 HE WAS STILL TOO YOUNG TO ENROL INTO THE ARMY, INSTEAD HE FOUND A SMALL ENTERPRISE AMONG THE SOLDIERS, SELLING AND SWAPPING NON-REQUISITION SUPPLIES SUCH AS PIN-UP MAGAZINES, SMOKES AND CHOCOLATE. EVEN HIGH RANK OFFICERS WOULD COME TO USE HIS SERVICE, A SMALL SILVER LINING IN THE DEVASTATION THAT WAS WAR. THE MONEY HE MADE WAS SAVED AND ONLY A SMALL AMOUNT SPENT ON HIS TRIPS OUTSIDE THE BARRACKS.

GROUNDING, JANUARY 19, 1941 —  JULY, 1941.  8 DAYS AFTER HIS SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY HIS TIME HAD COME, NOW OLD ENOUGH TO JOIN THE ARMY THE REAL TRAINING WOULD BEGIN. BUT UNLIKE OTHERS HIS PATH WAS DIFFERENT, APPROACHED AND PICKED BY HAYWOOD HIMSELF. BUCKY WAS SENT TO ENGLAND TO TRAIN WITH THE BRITISH COMMANDOS, THE TRAINING INTENSE AND A LOT HARDER THAN WHAT HE’D EVER EXPERIENCED ON THE BARRACKS BACK HOME. YET DESPITE HIS LONG DAYS, HIS DETERMINATION DROVE HIM TO SUCCESS - THIS SOMETHING THAT DIDN’T GO UNNOTICED.

 TWO, JUSTICE. 1941 - 1945.

DISCOVERY,  JULY  1941 —  DECEMBER, 1941. WITH 5 MONTHS TRAINING WITH THE BRITISH COMMANDOS OVER, HE WAS NOW ALLOWED TO ENLIST INTO THE US ARMY. THE ENROLMENT AGE WAS 18 BUT BUCKY WAS GIVEN SPECIAL REGULATIONS AND WITHOUT A DOUBT HE WAS FAST TRACKED, SOON BEING HANDED SELECTED ASSIGNMENTS AS ON OF THEIR NEW SPECIAL MILITARY OPERATIVES. HE WORKED WITH CLOSELY WITH MULTIPLE UNITS AND IN OCTOBER WAS ASSIGNED TO WORK ALONGSIDE STEVE ROGERS, A PRIVATE LIKE HIMSELF. DESPITE THE LOYALTY BUCKY HAD, THERE WAS JUDGEMENT, HE DIDN’T AGREE WITH STEVES IDEALS OF WAR AND DUTY, SOMETHING THAT HE MADE VERY CLEAR AND VERY VERBAL. STEVE’S OWN VIEW VERY SIMILAR TO THAT OF THE NEW MASKED HERO, CAPTAIN AMERICA. IT WAS ONLY LATER IN NOVEMBER HE DISCOVERED A SECRET THAT WAS TO CHANGE HIS LIFE, THAT HE WAS EXPOSED TO STEVE IN HIS CAPTAIN AMERICA UNIFORM WHEN VISITING HIS TENT. THE WORLD WAS CHANGING AND HE WAS ABOUT TO BE DRAGGED ALONG WITH IT .

JOURNEY,  DECEMBER, 1941 —  APRIL 18, 1945. AFTER THE DISCOVERY IT WAS CONFIRMED, THIS SECRET FAR TOO BIG FOR A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD TO KEEP AND IT WAS VITAL FOR IT TO REMAIN AS SO. BUCKY WAS ENROLLED INTO THE PROGRAMME, THE BOMBING OF PEARL HARBOUR THE START OF HIS NEW LINE OF WORK, SIDEKICK TO THE ONE AND ONLY CAPTAIN AMERICA. HE HIMSELF TO BECOME BUCKY, THE MASKED HELPER. NOT A SUPER SOLDIER BUT A YOUNG BOY TO BE LOOKED UP TO, HOPE FOR THE FUTURE.

THREE, WEAPON. 1945 - 1988.

DEATH,  APRIL 18, 1945 —  JUNE, 1954. IN 1945 BUCKY BARNES DIED WHEN A BOOBY TRAPPED MISSILE EXPLODED. DESPITE THE ATTEMPT TO LEAP AWAY FROM THE AIRBORNE EXPLOSION, HE WAS STILL IN CLOSE PROXIMITY TO THE BLAST, THE DOCTOR OFFICIALLY SAYING AROUND 20 FEET AWAY FROM IT. WHILE IT WASN’T THE EXPLOSION THAT KILLED HIM BUT THE BLOOD LOSS FROM HIS WOUNDS : THE LOSS OF HIS LEFT ARM. HIS DEATH WOULD HAVE BEEN SLOW, EXCEPT HE FELL INTO FREEZING WATERS BELOW THAT WOULD HAVE MADE HIM DELIRIOUS AND SOMEWHAT UNAWARE OF WHAT WAS HAPPENING. BEING THAT THE WATER WAS SO COLD IT PRESERVED HIS BEING, THOUGH LEGALLY DEAD HIS BODY WOULDN’T DECAY, NOR DID IT HAVE THE TIME TOO. AT THE END OF APRIL HIS BODY WAS DISCOVERED BY KARPOV, A MEMBER OF THE KGB.

AFTER DISCOVERING WHO BUCKY WAS THEY SHIPPED HIS BODY OFF TO MOSCOW. THEY EXAMINED HIS INJURIES, WHAT REMAINED AND UNCOVERED THAT WHERE THE WATER HAD PRESERVED THEY COULD BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE USING CPR AS IF HE HAD ONLY JUST DIED. FIRSTLY THEY DEALT WITH HIS WOUNDS, PATCHING UP WHAT THEY COULD SO THAT EXTREME BLOOD LOSS DIDN’T OCCUR. SLOWLY THEY REHEATED HIS BODY, THE REASONING BEHIND THIS IS THAT THEY WANT HIS DNA. THEY BELIEVE HIM TO HAVE SUPER SERUM IN HIS BODY, OF COURSE THEY ARE SUCCESSFUL, BUCKY BARNES IS RESUSCITATED. EXCEPT WHEN THEY TEST HIM HIS BLOOD IS CLEAN, NOTHING MORE THAN A HUMAN. ALONGSIDE HIS OBVIOUS LIMB DAMAGE ANOTHER INJURY HAS BEEN NOTICED WHEN HE AWAKES, HE HAS SEVERE BRAIN DAMAGE, COMPLETE MEMORY LOSS OF ANY TIME BEFORE. DESPITE THIS HIS MUSCLE MEMORY AND REFLEX IS STILL RELEVANT, HIS ABILITY TO FIGHT STILL HIGHLY SKILLED AND HIS KNOWING OF FOUR LANGUAGES, ALTHOUGH HE HAS NO MEMORY OF KNOWING HOW HE LEARNT THESE SKILLS.

THEY KEEP HIM OUT FOR TWO WEEKS, CONSTANTLY TESTING HIS BLOOD AND VITALS. IT IS ONLY WHEN NOTHING IS FOUND DO THE PUT HIM BACK INTO STATIS. A SLOW PROCESS WHERE THE BRAIN REMAINS ACTIVE WHILE THE BODY ITSELF FREEZES, HE REMAINED AWAKE TO FEEL EVERY INCH OF PAIN INFLICTED BY THE PROCESS.

PROJECT, JUNE 1954 —  AUGUST 4, 1988. PROJECT WINTER SOLDIER WAS APPROVED AND WENT LIVE. WITH SCHEMATICS FOR THE ADVANCED ROBOTIC APPENDAGES AND ATTACHMENT A SUCCESS, THE PROTOTYPE WAS BUILT AND ATTACHED TO BUCKY - A NEW LEFT LIMB. WITH THIS COMPLETE IT WAS TIME TO SHAPE HIS MIND, WITH HIS MEMORY LOST IT WAS EASY TO IMPLANT FALSE MEMORIES, THEY REPROGRAMMED. THEY MADE HIM LOYAL TO THEM AND ONLY THEM, WITH THIS DONE THEY SIMPLY ONLY HAD TO TRAIN HIM FOR FIELD WORK AND WITH SUCH NATURAL ABILITY IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HIS SKILL WAS EVALUATED READY FOR ACTION. THIS WAS THE RISE OF THE WINTER SOLDIER. NOVEMBER 5, 1954 WAS TO BE THE WINTER SOLDIERS FIRST FIELD TEST, HE EXCELLED EXPECTATIONS AND GIVEN HIS AMERICAN ROOTS WAS ALLOWED TO PASS FREELY AMONG OTHER AMERICAN FORCES, THEY TRUSTED THE UNKNOWN ENEMY, UNSUSPECTING. THIS IS WHEN THEY REALISED JUST HOW MUCH USE THE WINTER SOLDIER COULD BE, HOW POWERFUL A WEAPON.

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Top Ten Movies To Watch on the 4th of July

If you want more fun on the 4th of July, than to just bust out the fireworks and grill up some BBQ, then a movie night is just what you need! Fireworks, barbecues, and parades are all classic ways to celebrate Independence Day. But why not add another layer of fun with a movie marathon that captures the American spirit? Here are 10 films, ranging from action-packed adventures to historical dramas, that will have you feeling proud to be red, white, and blue this 4th of July: 1. Captain America: The First Avenger (2012)     This action-packed film tells the origin story of Captain America, a scrawny but determined young man named Steve Rogers. Through Project Rebirth, Steve undergoes a dramatic transformation to become a symbol of hope and freedom. Join Captain America as he battles the forces of evil in World War II and embodies the spirit of American heroism.  Captain America: The First Avenger shows how Steve Roger’s life (and body) transforms for the survival of everyone.  2. Born on the Fourth of July (1989) Independence Day is also an appreciative moment for the American military and Born on the Fourth of July will tick all of the veteran boxes. Featuring Tom Cruise as the lead, this movie shows the misery and perspective shift of war-injured soldiers.  3. Hidden Figures (2016) Hidden Figures tells the true story of three brilliant black women at NASA: Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan, and Mary Jackson. Despite facing racial and gender barriers, their calculations and ingenuity were instrumental in America's early space missions. This inspiring film celebrates the contributions of often-overlooked heroes who helped America reach for the stars. Hidden Figures tells the story and struggle of 3 pivotal geniuses in NASA, who changed how we look at space today.  (Available to stream on Disney+ and Netflix)  4. JAWS (1975) Even though Jaws is anything but patriotic, the 4th of July takes center stage in this bloody feature, as a cannibalistic shark ruins the celebratory weekend and turns it into a nightmare. It’s only fitting that you relive the moment this 4th of July.  5. The Patriot (2000) War-struck soldier, single father, and a heart heavy with loss, The Patriot is brimmed with emotion of all kinds. Have your tissues handy, because it’s gonna rain tears.  6. Patton (1970) Based on the life of George Patton and the treacherous events that led to the US waving the white flag in the 1943 Battle of the Kasserine Pass, Patton is a classic flick to binge-watch on Independence Day.  7. Top Gun: Maverick (2022) Tom Cruise, a.k.a. Maverick is back and this time, he’s a teacher in Top Gun: Maverick. Training a group of TOP GUN elites for a crucial mission might be a cakewalk for Maverick, but his past demons are in close pursuit.  8. Zero Dark Thirty (2012) Looking for a movie that has everything from 9/11 to terrorists, the CIA, and the 4th of July? Then Zero Dark Thirty is the one to watch.  Lincoln (2012) The hero behind ending the terrible slavery streak, Abraham Lincoln, is all that Lincoln revolves around. You can’t spend the 4th of July without watching the 16th President of the USA in action.  Harriet (2019) Speaking of slavery, Harriet shows the real-life struggle of a woman in a slave family. When her family is promised freedom, but it never comes, it’s up to Harriet Tubman to step up and revolt against this misery. Whether you’re watching just a couple or all of these movies from the list, you’ll have a blast, that too, the American way. Honorable Mentions: Independence Day (1996) – A United Front Against Alien Invasion Looking for a thrilling sci-fi adventure? Independence Day throws a massive alien invasion right at America's doorstep. Witness a united front as civilians, military personnel, and even a grumpy old pilot (played by the legendary Will Smith) come together to defend the planet. This film celebrates resilience, courage, and the unwavering human spirit. (Available to stream on Hulu and HBO Max) Speaking of slavery, Harriet shows the real-life struggle of a woman in a slave family. When her family is promised freedom, but it never comes, it’s up to Harriet Tubman to step up and revolt against this misery.  Whether you’re watching just a couple or all of these movies from the list, you’ll have a blast, that too, the American way.  Happy Watching! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17GqfA3JmSY Read the full article

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All the Difference

All the Difference https://ift.tt/Ja4dKSA by cakeisnotpie Sometimes, late at night, he wondered how he’d gotten to this point, deep in debt and sleeping in alleys. He’d had a plan. College paid through Army R.O.T.C., a couple of tours of duty where he’d save as much as he could, grad school in history or poli sci, maybe a Ph.D., become a college professor, and write books about military history. When the brass came to recruit him into special ops, he shifted a little, added another four years after the training, but he knew what he wanted for his future. But then Paraguay happened ... A story about PTSD, government conspiracies, bureaucratic red tape, and a really smart dog who brings people together. Written for Kabe and Stillcentre, winners of my MTH 2023 auction. Words: 18007, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel (Comics), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, Lucky (Hawkeye), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Jasper Sitwell Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Homelessness, BAMF Phil Coulson, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vigilantism, Veterans, VA paperwork, Graphic Violence, descriptions of a bloody battle, Phil is a BAMF, Homeless Phil Coulson, Nick Fury's a good bro but has his own agenda, Canon-Typical Violence, a dog is hurt by the bad guys, but don't worry, our boys save him, Marvel Trumps Hate 2024