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when we get home

pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes 

summary: Bucky opens up to Sam about his past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mention of Bucky’s being held by HYDRA, flufff

word count: 1271

a/n: i’m trying to get back into writing so this isn’t written the best but I really wish we got a conversation like this in the show :( 

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“Are we gonna talk about it?” Sam almost whispers. Not one word had been spoken between them since they arrived at Sharon's safehouse. 

Bucky doesn’t move his eyes from his hands where he was playing with his fingers. “Talk about what?” 

“You know what.” Bucky takes a deep breath, he wishes he didn’t know. He knows already that him and Sam aren’t really friends, yet something in him feels safe enough to open up to him.

Sam moves closer to Bucky, close enough that their thighs brush together. “Buck..” 

Bucky can feel his eyes grow wetter as the flashbacks of his time at Hydra flash through his mind. He turns to Sam and looks into his eyes, they’re full of trust, full of care. “I just.. I haven’t spoken about that with anyone before.” 

“Look, you don't have to talk about it.. just know that you can anytime and I’ll listen.” 

“You won’t judge me? Or look at me any different?” 

Sam shoots Bucky a slight smile. “I promise.” 

“I only remember parts.. a lot of my time with Hydra is still full of gaps, it comes back sometimes at random times but I remember..” Bucky pauses for a second and tries to think of a way to word this.

Sam puts his hand on Bucky’s thigh and squeezes slightly. Once his hand makes contact he worries he might have overstepped but Bucky leans into his touch and pushes those concerns away. 

“At first when they found me in the snow it wasn’t bad, I honestly felt relieved that I had been found, but then they told me who they were and I knew I wasn’t safe. I noticed too late, there was no way for me to escape. They locked me in a room and left me there for what felt like days. Food and water would appear in my room but I never saw anyone come in or out. I later found out that they would put gas into my room to knock me out.” Bucky feels like he is going off topic but Sam reassures him he’s okay to continue. 

“Once they’d gotten in my head with those damn words, they controlled everything I did. They would use me for their missions as you know, but it didn’t stop there. At one point, I don’t even know when but they moved me to a room and it had windows. At first I thought this was a good thing but then I realised they were only one way windows. I couldn’t see out but they could see in.”

Sam didn’t say anything but nodded, urging Bucky to continue. 

“They would take turns coming into my room, one at a time but I could hear the others on the other side of the window. They made me do different things and I’m still putting the pieces together but I remember one in particular. He would make me stand right in front of the mirror and take my clothes off.” Bucky felt Sam tense beside him and looked at him, checking if he should continue. Sam’s heart melted at Bucky, even at his most vulnerable he was checking on others. 

“It’s okay, only keep going if you want to.” 

Bucky nodded before continuing. “Once I had my clothes off, sometimes he would make me..” Bucky’s voice grew smaller and smaller as he continued, so much so, Sam could almost not hear him. “He would make me touch myself, whilst they all watched. I could hear them laughing, like they were enjoying themselves. The guy in the room, he would keep telling me what to do but he would stop right before I..” Sam gave Bucky a look of understanding, Bucky was thankful he didn't have to say it. “He would do it over and over again, never letting me finish.” Bucky cringed slightly at his wording but kept going. “Once they'd had their fun they’d just leave me there in pain.” 

Bucky suddenly felt like he had to defend himself. “And it’s not like I wanted to.. but anything would have been better than having to wait it out.” 

Sam can feel his anger rising, thinking back to earlier in the night. Zemo asking Bucky to go back into that mindset and let him touch him was uncalled for. He felt guilty for letting it happen even though deep down he knew it had to happen. Still he made a mental note to apologise to Bucky when the time was right.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to defend yourself. I can’t imagine how hard that would've been.” Bucky felt relieved at that, he almost felt silly for thinking Sam would judge him but after a second he realises probably not everyone would react this way. He really was grateful for having Sam. He made him feel safe and listened to so he kept going. 

“There was another man, he only came in a few times and he would touch me.. but…” Bucky took a deep breath and paused for only a moment. “He wouldn’t use the words. He just told me to lie down and I would do it. I just let him.” 

Sam didn’t want to interrupt Bucky but he couldn’t let him blame himself for that. “Bucky.. That wasn't your fault. Whether he used the words or not, it was against your will.”

“But I could have stopped him, If i’d just been toughe-”

“Bucky no. Please listen to me when I say this.” Sam shifts sideways slightly and grabs Bucky’s hands. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes and continued. “None of what happened to you is your fault, you had no choice in what happened.” 

Bucky can feel a tear run down his face before he can stop it. He quickly brings his hand up and wipes it away. “I’m sorry for this. I know you probably don’t want to hear about it.”

“Buck” Sam chuckles lightly. “I like to think we’re close enough now that we can vent to each other. This is gonna be pretty tough if we can’t.”

This brought a little smile to Bucky’s face. “Thank you for listening to me Sam, and thank you for not looking at me like I'm some freak.”

“You’re not a freak. You’ve been through a lot, that doesn’t make you a freak, that makes you strong. I know this was hard to look back on but I’m glad you felt safe enough to..with me. I’m here for you okay? From now on, we have each other's backs, no matter what.” 

“I’m here for you too. You can talk to me, I know I’ve been a bit of a dick in the past but I promise I got you. You can talk to me about anything, I know you’ve been through a lot too. It must be ha-” 

Before Bucky could finish speaking, the door swings open and Zemo walks in. “Gentleman.” Bucky pulls away from Sam and wipes his face once more, he absolutely does not want Zemo to crack any jokes about this. He shoots Sam an apologetic look but there's no need, Sam understood and nodded slightly to show that. “ Are you two ready to leave? We’re waiting.” 

Sam and Bucky both clear their throat before standing up. Both mumbling a response that sounds like a mixture of “Yes” and “Let’s go” 

Zemo leaves the room first and Bucky goes to follow but not before looking back at Sam and grabbing his hand. 

“When we get home.” They both smile slightly and Sam squeezes Bucky’s hand. 

Sam nods before responding “When we get home.”

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Alex Ross presents…

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SOMEONE OLDER ( TONY STARK X READER)

summary : when boys your age just don't do it for you but someone older does  .

warnings : age gap ( legal one before anyone is calling svu )  mutual pining , no pepper in this universe  

" nat I'm done dating the dude brought me to a strip club and gave me ones to tip the dancers " Y/n huffed walking into the main living room. " Jesus and I thought my dating life was bad " bucky snorted dodging the incoming pillow . " guys my age suck " she pouted sitting down beside the widow  placing her head on nats shoulder. " date me and we can live our best lives " nat smirked poking her side. " I��would but bruce won't share " she rolled her eyes . " I'll deal with him " she chuckled .  " well you could always date me doll " bucky wiggled his brows . " i'm already in therapy  no thank you " she stuck her tongue out at the man . " well  i would of gave you fives for the club " he shrugged . " oh take me now " she fake swooned into the couch. " i mean i could rock your world doll " he stood walked towards her thinking he had the edge . " and i'd break you " she looked up making bucky freeze in his spot . "  i think you just did that " sam fell over laughing . " that's my girl " nat hugged her. " damn it she goes all doe eyes and says shit like that " he grumbled in his defeat. "  it's ok we can hit the club i might have a connection with one of the dancers at this rate " she sighed. " what about the crush "  sam looked around . " just a crush i mean not going to go anywhere other than that " she pouted. " can't believe you've the hots  for stark and not me " bucky teased . " i like older men,  not one from the great depression " she rolled her eyes . "  she a match for stark with that mouth of her " bucky chuckled .  " a lot this mouth could can do boy " she hopped up while nat laughed at the mens gaping mouths .  " see you later malyshka" nat called after her. " bye nat love you " she called back .  

she roamed around compound not really knowing what to do , i mean she had the choice of working out with steve but that was hard pass , maybe working on her computer in the lab would kill time .  she could see bruce and tony already working away on whatever, it's like the two lived in the confines of  that part of the  compound. " hey kiddo how was the date " bruce called . " bust like major bust " she groaned heading to her computer. " well i mean his name was chad " tony chuckled . " he brought me to a strip club, he out chadded any future chads " she rolled her eyes. " hey tony could you come with me i need your help " bruce smiled taking the billionaire gaze off the girl . " with what ?" tony head shot towards the fellow science bro . " snack run  can't carry it so come on , you want anything kiddo? " he asked. " oh cookies and chips please " she looked up excitedly. " coming up " tony smiled brightly. " course it is " bruce muttered . " why don't you make a move man even i can see you like her " bruce whispered as they walked down the hall . " she's too young  plus i mean who say she even likes me , she always around barnes " tony shrugged .  " she doesn't like me stark  " bucky made the two men jump at his sudden appearance . " yeah ok, you guys are always flirting " he rolled his eyes . " no i'm always flirting and she shooting me down with sarcastic comment it's our thing ,  i love her like a best friend  " he chuckled grabbing himself a plum as they began snack hunting . " still she same age as parker and he's called me dad way too many times " he grimaced. " maybe she can call you daddy " nat walked by   with a wink before  kissing bruce on the cheek.  " we don't even know if she likes me i've flirted with her and it does nothing " he said not feeling his usual cocking ego filled  self , a first for tony stark he was sure of that . " you flirt with everyone even F.R.I.D.A.Y " nat deadpanned . " hey honey feel like watching a movie" bruce kissed her cheek , hint of mischief in his words .   " i guess i'll bring the snacks to the lab " tony  picked them up . " hey here's a bottle of that tea stuff she like" nat threw it across the room . " thanks i guess " he walked out wondering would he actually make a move on not . again it was all new for tony he was used to women making the move throwing  themselves at him  yet here he was wondering how to make a move . He wondered if this was how tiny capsicle felt ? .

she sat so stuck in her work she barely noticed tony approaching  hands filled with snacks until the door opened. " where's banner " she tilt her head she was sure the two left together. " with his girlfriend , probably afraid your gonna steal her on him " he smirked handing her the cookies , chips and bottle of ice tea. " i will so he should be scared " she giggled . " so no luck on these dates ?" he knew it was ridiculous fishing around god he felt the kid . " most definitely not i think  i'm destined to be single , i mean guys my age just wanna hump and dump and that's cool but after a while you kinda want more " she sighed looking down at her cookie. " i get that , i mean sleeping around is great but when you're looking for more it's get boring " he nodded. " yeah except you sleep with actresses and models not same thing , like douchebag last night brought me to a strip club because he found out i was bisexual " she laughed dryly . " i'm still finding glitter and i've showered twice" she grimaced. " why not date someone older " he smiled softly. " i would if i could find anyone that took me serious , i mean again they treat you like kid i'm clearly smart and have a head on my shoulders , been taking care of myself since i was like 16 and yet they think i can't do shit for myself or after their money like" she groaned.  " well  it's official  the male species is doomed , i mean not to take such a beautiful smart intelligent woman like you and see how lucky they are, i really should of let loki take over " he smiled as she giggled. " thanks stank  know how to make a girl feel special" she smiled feeling slightly better well she would if the stupid brain of her would calm down as well as her heart rate.  " crazy yet brilliant thought ,  we go on a date , i mean your beautiful  and i'm  gorgeous , i take you serious most of the time and well i know your worth " he stood straight up looking as she slowly looked up at him . " you wanna date me, like as in you tony hot science iron man stark wants to date me " . " yeah i think i said as much " he chuckled. " when " she asked thinking she was asleep cause this was clearly a dream . " well how's tonight sound for you " he walked over leaning slightly over her desk before she shot up  and it came out before her brain even registered the audible glup . " she said yes " bucky called making the both of them jump . " what the fuck are you a cat " she held her chest. " nah but this was fun to watch , good on you stark " he smiled walking off. " i'm getting a bell for him " she laughed once the fright and shock wore off. "so  you'll go on date with me " he asked biting his lip . " i mean you did say i should date someone older " she kissed his cheek walking out of the lab calming once out of his sight she high balled it to nat help her get ready .  

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When Fall Comes Rushing In - Family Dinner

summary AU: Sam invites Bucky to a family dinner, but this time, everything feels different. As the warmth of family surrounds them, the unspoken tension between Sam and Bucky builds, making them question how their relationship is evolving and what it truly means to be a part of each other’s lives.

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Sarah Wilson, the younger Wilson sibling, stared at Sam like he had just grown two heads, her eyes wide with disbelief as her lips parted slightly. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she raised an eyebrow, the skepticism practically radiating off her. The soft clatter of dishes being set on the table didn’t break the tension, her stare laser-focused on Sam as if waiting for him to explain this sudden and shocking revelation. The playful chatter of her kids running in the background faded as she zeroed in on her older brother.

"So, you're telling me you and Bucky are… what, dating now?" Sarah asked, her tone sharp with disbelief.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she searched Sam's face for any sign that he was joking. The playful energy that usually flowed between them was gone, replaced by the weight of her question. The room seemed to pause, the clinking of silverware and the distant hum of the oven a soft backdrop to the tension hanging between them. Sam shifted his weight, his jaw tightening as he prepared to respond.

Sam didn’t know. He didn’t want to label it. How could he? Things with Bucky were complicated—comforting, but complicated. The lines between friendship and something more had blurred, but putting a name to it felt too final, too… real. He ran a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling slowly as he tried to find the right words. “I don’t know if it’s that simple,” he finally said, his voice low, almost uncertain. "We're just… figuring things out."

"Then, can we label you?" Sarah asked, sitting up straighter, her eyes narrowing as she studied her brother. There was no malice in her voice, just curiosity mixed with the usual protectiveness. Sam shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, feeling the weight of the question hang in the air. He shrugged, glancing down at his hands.

"Maybe... not yet," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur. "It’s not that simple for me either."

Sam had always been the guy girls followed around. Back in high school, he was popular—the one with the easy smile, the charm that seemed effortless. Every girl loved him, and he never had to try too hard. Dates came naturally, and attention was never in short supply. But this—this thing with Bucky—felt different. It wasn’t about easy charm or popularity. It was messy, uncharted territory, full of complicated feelings and vulnerabilities that he hadn’t faced before. For once, Sam wasn’t sure if he had the right words to explain it.

Sure, he found men attractive, but this was different. Bucky wasn't just a passing crush or a fling. This was something he wanted, something that pulled at him in a way he couldn’t ignore. Sam hadn’t admitted to anyone that he was…gay? Bisexual? He didn’t even know. The labels felt inadequate, and limiting, and he had spent years fitting into a mold that was expected of him. With Bucky, everything felt expansive, like discovering a part of himself he didn’t even know existed.

"I just want you to be happy, big brother," Sarah said, her voice softening as she leaned forward, earnestness shining in her eyes. "In whatever way that means."

"Thanks, Sar," he replied, his tone more vulnerable than he intended. "It just… it feels complicated, you know?" He searched her gaze for understanding, hoping she could grasp the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. "Bucky and I… it's different."

AJ came barreling through the dining room, holding a cake aloft like a trophy, while Cass was hot on his heels, trying to snatch it from him. Their laughter echoed through the house, filling the space with an infectious energy. Just as the chaos reached its peak, Uncle Bucky strolled in behind them, a grin plastered on his face. “I brought cake,” he announced, his voice booming with playful authority.

His eyes locked onto Sam's for a brief moment, a spark of mischief glimmering in his blue gaze. Sam felt his heart race, the familiar warmth spreading through him at the sight of Bucky—tousled hair, that worn leather jacket, and a look that made Sam forget all the complications of their situation, even if just for a second. The air between them crackled with unspoken words and shared memories, making Sam’s earlier uncertainties momentarily fade away.

"Did you bake it, Buck?" Sarah asked, her tone light but knowing, clearly sensing the tension hanging in the air. Sam couldn’t help but glance away from Bucky, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he stepped back into the kitchen, wanting to escape Bucky��s piercing gaze for a moment.

Bucky chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “No, but I got it from a new bakery across the street from my apartment, so I picked something up,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. “Figured I’d let the professionals handle the baking for once.”

Sarah laughed, shaking her head. “You know, if you ever need a taste tester for your baking experiments, I’m available,” she teased, earning a light-hearted nudge from Bucky as he stepped further into the dining room.

Sam lingered in the kitchen, listening to the laughter and playful banter, a mix of comfort and longing swirling inside him. He could almost picture Bucky’s smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, and it made Sam’s heart race. But as he stood there, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the unspoken feelings still lingering in the air, a tension that was both exhilarating and daunting.

��Sam! Dinner’s ready!” Sarah called out, breaking the moment between them. Sam quickly plastered on a smile and turned to the table, where plates were filled with steaming food and laughter bubbled in the air.

As everyone settled down, the boys excitedly began to recount their first day of school, voices overlapping in a delightful cacophony. AJ waved his hands animatedly, trying to convey the epic tale of his new teacher, while Cass chimed in about the playground equipment he couldn’t wait to try out.

“Okay, okay, one at a time!” Sarah laughed, trying to moderate the conversation. Sam served himself a portion of food, his mind still partly in the conversation he’d just had with Bucky. But as he looked around the table, he was swept up in the warmth of the family gathering, the chaotic yet comforting familiarity that filled their home.

Bucky, seated across from Sam, found it hard to concentrate on the kids’ stories. He watched Sam lean forward, genuinely engaged in the conversation, his eyes lighting up with each laugh and smile exchanged between the siblings. The way Sam interacted with them—patient, attentive, and full of love—stirred something deep within Bucky. It reminded him of his own family back in Brooklyn, the warmth of shared meals and the laughter of his own siblings echoing through the halls.

He felt a pang of longing, a bittersweet ache for a time and place that felt so far away. Bucky missed those simple moments, the sense of belonging that had been stripped from him. Sam’s natural ability to connect with the kids made Bucky realize how much he yearned for that again, a family of his own to care for, to love.

“Uncle Bucky,” AJ tugged at his sleeve, spaghetti sauce smeared across his mouth, “where are you from?”

Bucky blinked, caught off guard by the question. It was so innocent, so full of curiosity. “Brooklyn,” he replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s a cool place, lots of character and cool people.”

“Is it nice? Do they have parks?” Cass leaned in, her eyes wide with interest.

“Yeah, plenty of parks,” Bucky said, feeling the weight of the memories pressing down. He cleared his throat, the words feeling heavier than he expected. "My sister and I used to love going there."

Sam’s ear perked up at the mention of Bucky's sister. He had never known Bucky had a sibling, and it sparked a flurry of questions in his mind. His heart raced with curiosity as he glanced over at Bucky, wanting to know more about the person who had been such a significant part of his life. The room felt a bit quieter, as if everyone sensed the weight of the moment.

“Really?” Sam asked, trying to keep his tone casual but unable to mask the genuine interest in his voice. “You had a sister? What was she like?” He leaned in, eager to draw Bucky out of his shell, hoping to peel back the layers of the man he was still trying to understand.

Bucky hesitated, and Sam could see the flicker of emotions cross his face—something that danced between fondness and a deep-seated ache. “Yeah, I did,” he replied, the smile fading slightly as he searched for the right words. “Her name was Rebecca. She was… great. Tough as nails, always looking out for me. Never let me get away with anything.”

A soft chuckle escaped him, but it was tinged with sadness. “We used to spend hours in the park, just hanging out. She’d make me race her on the swings or challenge me to climb the biggest trees. I can still hear her laughter echoing through the leaves. It was so infectious, you know? Just being around her made everything feel lighter.”

As he spoke, Bucky’s gaze drifted away, lost in the memories that seemed to wash over him like a wave. There was a warmth in his expression, but it quickly turned bittersweet, a longing for the simplicity of those moments. “She always knew how to make the best out of any situation, even when things got tough. I miss that. I miss her,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a softer tone, laden with unspoken grief.

“Why don’t you visit her when we go to Pennsylvania? You can ride the plane with me and AJ!” Cass innocently suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sarah shot her down immediately, her voice firm yet gentle. “We can’t ask Bucky to do that.”

“Well, why don’t you visit her when we go to Pennsylvania? You can ride the plane with me and AJ!” Cass suggested, her eyes bright with excitement.

Before Bucky could respond, Sarah shot her down immediately, her voice a mixture of concern and protectiveness. “We can’t ask Bucky to do that,” she said firmly.

Bucky looked confused for a moment, not entirely understanding the abrupt shift in the conversation. The mention of his sister sparked a blend of emotions within him—a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow that he hadn’t quite expected to feel in front of these kids.

“Why not?” AJ piped up, tilting his head in confusion.

Sarah sighed, the weight of unspoken history hanging in the air. “I send the boys to their dad through Thanksgiving break. He lives in Pennsylvania.”

Bucky’s heart sank at her words, understanding the implications without needing them spelled out. The mention of family and home had stirred something deep within him, a longing for connection that was both beautiful and painful. He wanted to share stories about Rebecca, but the ache of loss lingered just beneath the surface, leaving him hesitant.

“Oh, I get it,” he said, forcing a smile to mask the disappointment. “Maybe another time.”

Cass pouted, not fully grasping the gravity of the moment. “But I want you to meet her!” she insisted, her excitement unwavering.

Bucky exchanged a glance with Sam, whose expression reflected a mix of concern and empathy. In that fleeting moment, Bucky felt the warmth of family life envelop him, but the thought of being with them also reminded him of what he had lost.

Sam turned to the boys, a playful glint in his eye. “Enough with the questions, okay? How about you two go get the kitchen cleaned with your mom? Best cleaner gets the biggest piece of cake.”

“I’m gonna win!” AJ declared, jumping up from the table, his competitive spirit shining through the spaghetti sauce still clinging to his cheeks. He grabbed Cass's hand, pulling him up with an excited tug.

“No fair! I’m gonna get the biggest piece!” Cass shot back, his laughter echoing as they dashed toward the kitchen, the earlier conversation quickly forgotten in the thrill of the new challenge. Sarah stood from her chair, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder, "I'm sorry about them. You know how they are."

He offered a smile to her before she walked into the kitchen behind them.

As the sounds of their playful bickering faded into the background, Sam leaned back in his chair, stealing a glance at Bucky. The tension had eased, replaced by the comfortable chaos of family life. Bucky, however, was still lost in thought, his expression a mix of longing and contemplation.

“You okay?” Sam asked softly, concern lacing his tone.

Bucky nodded slowly, but the uncertainty in his eyes lingered. “Yeah, just… reminded me of some things,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sam felt a pang of empathy at Bucky's words. He could see how the earlier conversation about Brooklyn had stirred something deep within him, memories that perhaps he wasn’t ready to confront. “You know, you can talk about it whenever you want,” Sam said gently, wanting to bridge the gap between them.

Bucky shifted in his seat, the warmth of Sam’s gaze grounding him. “It’s just… I miss my family,” he admitted, the weight of those words settling heavily between them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like I belonged anywhere.”

Sam's heart ached for him. “You belong here, Buck,” he reassured, his voice firm yet soft. “You’re part of this family now.” The sincerity in his words hung in the air, a promise that they could build something together amidst the chaos of their lives.

Bucky's gaze flickered back to the kitchen, where Sarah was playfully chastising AJ and Cass about cleaning. The sight tugged at his heartstrings, and for a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to imagine a different life—a life filled with laughter and love, where he wouldn’t feel so alone.

Sam glanced out the window at the golden hues of the setting sun painting the sky. “Hey, you want to step outside for a minute?” he asked Bucky, a hint of adventure in his voice.

“Sure,” Bucky replied, a small smile flickering on his lips. They both stood up, leaving the laughter of the boys and the clatter of dishes behind as they made their way to the back door.

As they stepped outside, the brisk fall wind rushed at them like a playful child, sending a chill down Sam’s spine. He instinctively pulled his jacket tighter around him. “Whoa, it’s a little nippier than I expected,” he said, shivering slightly.

Bucky chuckled, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the wind. “Yeah, I think it’s trying to remind us that winter’s coming,” he replied, wrapping his arms around himself in a futile attempt to ward off the cold.

“Come here,” Sam said, without thinking. He stepped closer to Bucky, sharing his warmth. Bucky hesitated for a moment, but the biting wind prompted him to move in closer, their shoulders brushing against each other as they stood side by side. The closeness felt natural, like a piece of a puzzle falling into place.

“Better?” Sam asked, glancing sideways at Bucky.

“Much,” Bucky admitted, the corners of his mouth lifting into a genuine smile. He felt the heat radiating from Sam’s body, a comforting presence against the chilly air that surrounded them.

They both stood in silence for a moment, enjoying the simplicity of being close to each other, the world around them fading away. The wind howled through the trees, but it felt less intimidating now, softened by their shared warmth.

“You know,” Sam started, breaking the quiet, “I used to love this time of year when I was a kid. The leaves changing, the smell of bonfires… it always felt like a fresh start.”

Bucky nodded, glancing at the trees swaying gently in the breeze. “Yeah, I can see that,” he replied. “I didn’t appreciate it as much when I was younger. Too caught up in everything, I guess.”

“Sometimes it’s the simple things that ground us,” Sam replied, his tone sincere, a deeper understanding shimmering beneath the surface. He looked at Bucky, his gaze unwavering and sincere. “I’m really glad you’re here, Buck. You make this place feel… more like home.” His heart swelled as he spoke, each word filled with unfiltered emotion.

Bucky met his gaze, the warmth of Sam’s words wrapping around him like a cozy blanket. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot,” he replied softly, feeling a rush of gratitude and something more profound bubbling within him.

As the wind picked up again, swirling around them like a gentle embrace, Sam instinctively leaned a little closer, their bodies almost touching, warmth mingling in the crisp air. Bucky felt a rush of heat flood his chest, the unspoken connection between them deepening, wrapping around them like a warm cocoon against the chill of the evening.

Bucky’s heart raced, each beat echoing the feelings he was learning to embrace. “Sam,” he started, the weight of his emotions pressing on him, but the words slipped away as he was drawn into the depths of Sam’s eyes.

“Can I—” Sam began, his breath hitching slightly, the vulnerability in his tone giving Bucky the courage he needed.

Before either of them could second-guess themselves, Sam closed the distance, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened with longing. It felt electric, as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their connection. The kiss was a blend of sweetness and urgency, a promise of everything that was still unspoken between them.

As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, the cool night air felt warmer, filled with a newfound intensity.

“You should stay the night at my place,” Bucky suggested, a hint of hope coloring his voice. “Is that too forward?”

Sam’s breath caught in his throat, surprise flickering in his eyes. “I—” he stammered, the invitation hitting him like a warm wave. It was so simple yet held so much weight, stirring feelings he had tucked away for far too long. “No, I mean… I’d like that,” he replied, his voice steadier than he felt.

A smile broke across Bucky’s face, lighting up his features. “Really?” His heart raced with the prospect, the idea of Sam staying filling him with a sense of warmth and excitement.

“Yeah,” Sam said, a smile creeping onto his own lips. “I could use a break from the… chaos inside.” He gestured back toward the house, where the sounds of the kids’ laughter filled the air. The thought of spending more time with Bucky, of letting their connection grow, made his heart swell.

Sam’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and he stepped back just enough to pull open the door, the sounds of the inside spilling out into the cool night. “Come on, then,” he urged, his voice light, teasingly, “let’s see if we can survive the kitchen cleaning without too many casualties.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he followed Sam inside. “If they think they can win the biggest piece of cake, I doubt we’ll make it out unscathed,” he replied, feeling a sense of ease settle over him.

As they entered the kitchen, the chaos erupted around them, with AJ and Cass arguing over who would wash and who would dry, while Sarah tried to restore order. Sam and Bucky shared a glance, their unspoken connection hanging in the air between them like a promise, the warmth of the kiss still lingering on their lips.

[aribarilol]

Frostfire Sonata | Bucky Barnes X OC - 18 - Sorry (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1462792000-frostfire-sonata-bucky-barnes-x-oc-18-sorry?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=aribarilmao She was a free spirit, until her life was ripped away from her. He was a cold, emotionless killer. 20 years later she meets the one person she loathed. The man who did it all. The one who turned her into the monster she was today. But what she least expected to find was the burning desire that ignited between them. ----------------------------------------- Enemies to Lovers story Marvel Cinematic Universe AU (Thanos never came down to Earth) *I do not write smut*

[legendarydragonperson]

BOYCOTT MARVEL AND THEIR ISREAL PROPAGANDA ITS NOT HOT TO SUPPORT A STUDIO THAT SUPPORTS KILLING CHILDREN

link to an article more information if you’re not in the loop:

rip Sam Wilson whose gonna get a bad performance at the box office and racist jerks will justify there a opinion about a black man can’t be Captain America.

[kat-writes]

I also uploaded my Marvel fics from Wattpad to the Archive. :D

[jamieleahgrant]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier poster design.

[fangirl0917]

Danny at SDCC!

[rufferto9]

Bird Pickup

@noxnthea​ wrote a hilarious and heartwarming story called “This Just In”  A Soul Mate AU Winterhawk. This art is inspired by that story! https://archiveofourown.org/works/44128362/chapters/110962902

It may not be exactly what happened in the story but it sure was inspired by it!

What’s happening? Social Media found a Google Earth snapshot of Hawkeye getting rescued... and it’s going viral!

Clint gets his shirt torn ... again. This is supposed to be a shot taken from far away so not many details can be seen. But his birthmark got revealed.

Please do read it if  you get a chance, you won’t be sorry!

[wwilsonbarness]

masterlist

bucky barnes

sam wilson

sambucky

[mrmossmichael]

It's been 10 years passed since @marvelstudios movie called "Captain America: The Winter Soldier" which is the second one that came out on April-4-2014 and let me tell ya: it was an AWESOME movie I've ever watched. It's about after the cataclysmic events in New York with his fellow Avengers (Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, Black Widow and Hawkeye), Steve Rogers, aka Captain America (Chris Evans), lives in the nation's capital as he tries to adjust to modern times. An attack on a S.H.I.E.L.D. colleague throws Rogers into a web of intrigue that places the whole world at risk. Joining forces with Natasha Romanoff (Scarlett Johansson), aka Black Widow, and a new ally Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie), aka Falcon, Rogers struggles to expose an ever-widening conspiracy, but he and his team soon come up against an unexpected enemy: the Winter Soldier aka Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan). Bucky Barnes is Steve Rodger's childhood best friend who has re-emerged as an enhanced brainwashed assassin by HYDRA after supposedly being killed in action during World War II in the first Captain America movie.

[purplepanda-marvel-leaks]

CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD

First look at Harrison Ford as Thunderbolt Ross and Anthony Mackie as Captain America in CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD.

Thunderbolt Ross is missing his mustache! 👴🏼

[honeeysagee]

Come In With The Rain

Sam W. x Bucky B. AU: where Sam is a cafe owner in Delacroix and a new mechanic, Bucky, blows into town.

For the first time that summer, it rained. And not just a gentle drizzle, but a full-on downpour. The sky hung low and gray, and the air was thick and muggy as if you had been standing under a dense canopy for hours. The scent of wet earth and damp trees filled the air, with water still dripping from the branches, making the humidity cling to your skin.

For Sam Wilson, the rain signaled a slow day at the shop, but it hardly deterred him. There were plenty of tasks awaiting his attention in the back. One project, in particular, caught his eye: the small battery-powered car he had promised to fix for his nephews, AJ and Cass. It had been months since he made that promise, and today, with the rain pouring down outside, he finally had the time.

For AJ and Cass, the rain meant a monotonous day at the shop, confined to their uncle’s watchful gaze.

As Sam tinkered with his toolbox, occasionally glancing at the shop’s door in anticipation of the bell's chime, he decided to focus on the car. He would look over at his nephews now and then, catching their admiring gazes before they quickly returned to their homework, pretending to be studious. Sam chuckled softly.

The rain drummed on the roof, creating a steady, soothing rhythm. Sam glanced out the window, watching the heavy drops splatter against the road, turning it into a shimmering, reflective surface. A few cars braved the weather, but most remained parked under the awning across the street, seeking shelter from the deluge. Sam flipped on the coffee machine and lit a fire for the boys to keep them warm.

After dusting off his hands, Sam stretched and groaned, then turned to his nephews. "Grilled cheese and soup?" he asked. Both boys perked up instantly. Sam smiled down at them, his grin widening as he led them to the kitchen, memories of his childhood flooding back.

Sam had been around 15 when his father owned the café. He spent countless afternoons and weekends there, working alongside his dad. He'd wander the kitchen with a grilled cheese sandwich in one hand and a hammer in the other. While his father managed the café, Sam busied himself in the back, fixing anything he could get his hands on. That same passion still drives him today, and he often felt his father's guiding hand on his shoulder whenever he cooked or repaired something.

Now, those days are just lingering in the back of his mind. But, they aren't forgotten. Not by a long shot.

"Mom is cooking fish tonight if you want to come over," AJ stated as he pulled bread from a cabinet. Sarah had mentioned it when she dropped the boys off, but Sam told her no. He figured he would be too tired from work today, but the storm came. He shrugged, "I don't know, buddy. How about I come over tomorrow?" AJ frowned, and Sam added, "Plus, tomorrow is the big game. Saints versus Cowboys. Don't we have a bet going on?" AJ brightened considerably at this prospect, "Don't you mean the bet that you're going to lose."

Sam rolled his eyes affectionately. After minutes, the food was ready, and the boys were back in their original seats. They ate in companionable silence while their uncle fiddled with his tools.

Then, the door of the shop was pushed open. The sound drew Sam's attention away from the engine in front of him, and he looked up to see a soaking wet man walking through the door. His clothes clung to his body, and his hair clung to his forehead, sticking straight up like porcupine quills. He looked miserable. Sam almost laughed.

Almost.

He had seen more than his fair share of grumpy customers - ones that didn’t take nicely to his jokes or helping hands. So, instead of asking how the weather was, he asked, “Welcome to the Wilson’s Café.” Sam stood again, his bones growing tired. “Looks like you need help.”

The stranger looked upwards - his eyes matching the clouds of the storm. Rainwater trickled down his sharp features, clinging to his long, dark hair that hung in wet strands around his face. His leather jacket, soaked through, clung to his broad shoulders, giving him a rugged, almost forlorn appearance. As he stepped into the warmth of the cafe, water dripped from his jeans and boots, pooling slightly on the floor. He ran a gloved hand through his hair, attempting to push it back but only managing to slick it further. Despite his bedraggled state, there was a quiet intensity in his steel-blue eyes that captured Sam's attention from behind the table.

"Um," His voice matched everything about him, "Just needed to come in from the rain."

Sam nodded, "You got it," he replied. He gestured to a nearby stool that was stationed by the fireplace, "Would you like some tea? It's very hot." The man eyed the stool warily. Sam added, "First drink on the house."

"You're lucky. We never get our drinks on the house." Cass threw the statement to the stranger, which made Sam roll his eyes. "How do you like your tea?" he asked pointedly. The stranger glanced up at the menu that hung over Sam's head. His eyes shifted left to right before looking back at Sam. "Earl Grey. Medium sugar. Thanks."

The man was short with Sam, which made him push his eyebrows together in confusion. He was new here definitely, he thought to himself. New to the area, anyway. Sam fixed the tea with ease - an order he frequently made for himself on days like this. Then, he marched the warm cup to the man with a leftover grilled cheese.

"On the house too." Sam mumbled. The man grunted and took the mug wordlessly, holding it close to his chest. "Thanks."

Sam returned to his work as the boys focused less on their food and homework and more on the silent stranger who was staring into the fire. Sam would occasionally make a face at the boys which would cause them to turn away but never for too long. As the silence grew so did his frustration with the engine of the small car.

"So, why do you look like that?" AJ asked.

"AJ!" Sam called out. When AJ merely raised his eyebrows innocently, Sam shook his head and sighed. "It's rude to ask strangers stuff like that."

AJ nodded seriously in agreement. "Sorry, sir."

Sam sighed and shook his head, "Okay, you know the drill. Dishes in the sink, and head upstairs," He helped them place their things into a backpack, "No fighting. No biting, and no,"

"Crying." The boys finished in unison. Sam only nodded and patted them on their heads. After they left the room, Sam fixed himself a cup of coffee and headed to the man. "I apologize my nephews. They kind of just speak their minds whenever they want."

The man nodded silently. His eyes trailed over the tools littering the floor with the car - the hammer, the wrench, the pliers. His head nodded to them, "You fix toys?"

Sam shook his head, "Not usually, but I made that thing for the boys, and it doesn't work." He pointed to the engine. "I tried everything that I can think of, but nothing seems to be able to work. And my nephews are getting restless just spending their evenings on homework," he joked, trying to make light of the situation. The man smiled wryly and Sam wondered what had caused such a sour expression. "What makes it tick?" The man asked.

"The engine's busted. Doesn't turn on."

He hummed, then, he stood from the stool. "May I?" He asked, picking up a tool.

Sam was his opportunity. "I usually don't let people touch my tools unless I get their name." The man raised his eyebrows as he began to unscrew the panel covering the engine compartment, revealing the wiring beneath. "It's James," he began, a sly smile playing upon his lips, "But, everyone calls me Bucky." Sam watched as the man slid his fingers inside the wires - his interest peaked by the minute.

"I'm Sam."

Bucky looked up. "It's nice to meet you, Sam." He said sincerely, his voice echoing throughout the cafe. Once the last of the wires was removed, Bucky settled to the floor. His dark blue eyes met Sam's brown ones. "You can ask me."

He had read Sam's face; and saw that he wanted to know more about this stranger who blew into the cafe and started fixing the engine on a fake car. Sam nodded and leaned against the counter. "It's not often we get newcomers. Are you new in town or just passing through?" He asked, curious but cautious nonetheless. He was known to pry too much too soon. So, he kept his distance and just tried to make small talk.

"Not sure yet."

Sam watched as Bucky worked, his deft fingers maneuvering through the tangled wires with ease. It was clear that Bucky had experience with mechanical work, his movements precise and confident. The rain continued to beat against the windows, a constant rhythm that seemed to match the methodical movements of Bucky’s hands.

"You're good at this," Sam remarked, unable to hide his curiosity. Bucky glanced up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Spent a lot of time fixing things," he said simply, returning his attention to the engine. Sam studied the man closely; his gaze trailing along Bucky’s body, examining every curve, every freckle. Even though it wasn’t obvious from where he was seated, Sam could tell that Bucky was built like a brick house. Strong, sturdy arms, strong thighs, strong calves… Sam’s eyes lingered longer on Bucky’s waist. A little more defined abs than Sam was used to seeing.

Bucky noticed Sam watching him and cleared his throat awkwardly, pulling Sam from his thoughts. He coughed and sat forward on the stool he was perched upon, placing his hands on the countertop in front of him, "Your wiring was wrong. Common mistake."

"Thanks," Sam stated. "Think it will drive now?"

Bucky shrugged, "Maybe, if you get a new battery too. Dead ones don't make the car go."

Sam raised his eyebrows and grabbed his coffee mug. The coffee ran cold by now. Time seemed to speed by when he watched Bucky work. "Pas besoin d'être un connard." Sam whispered to himself softly. His gaze flickered over Bucky once again, who was chuckling into his cup.

"No need to be an asshole."

"French?" He asked, raising one brow. "Je ne voulais pas te contrarier. Pardonne-moi."

"I didn't want to upset you. Please forgive me."

Sam snorted quietly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "You're forgiven." He lifted the mug and placed it on the counter with more force than necessary. "So, what brought you to Delacroix, Bucky?" His name tasted like honey in his mouth.

"I couldn't spend another night in the truck, so I decided to stretch my legs, and then, the storm caught me." His words were soft, barely audible as a slight shiver racked his entire being. "Not to mention, I saw the help wanted sign outside the shop," He cleared his throat, "I'm terrible at coffee, but I'm good with my hands."

Sam glanced down at them, which was covered by dark leather gloves. Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah," His tone was soft, "I noticed. I mean. it would be nice to have some help. I have a lot of projects back there that need to be finished," He leaned on the corner, "But, I still need to give you the interview. Can't just have anyone in my shop."

Bucky nodded, but Sam could see his mind was elsewhere with that statement. Sam was known for prying more than he should, offending people where he shouldn't, and he enjoyed it for the most part. He liked to watch people tick and wanted to know how to make them do so, but his mind had already decided that Bucky would not be one of those people - if he could help it. He started easy.

"Where are you from?" A simple question that made Bucky's face twitch. "Originally from Brooklyn. Moved around a lot." His eyes flickered towards him as if he were searching Sam's. "La maison est partout si vous la cherchez. My mother's saying."

"Home is everywhere if you are looking for it."

"Well, have you found it?" Sam whispered like a secret between them was about to be shared. Bucky matched his energy, "Not yet, but I'm not looking for it." Sam hummed as he thought.

"How soon can you start?" The sentence floated between the both of them, as they exchanged glances for several seconds before Sam pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. Bucky smiled, showing his perfect teeth, and Sam swallowed - taking note that the man before him had no flaws.

"Tomorrow would be great."

"Good," Sam muttered. "We need a new face around here," His eyes flitted up to meet the man, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Then, he glanced over at the shop's window, realizing the rain had stopped. He quickly wiped his hands on his jeans, then stood from the counter. "I have to get the boys over to my sister's place. I can show you around," Sam offered, "If you're up for it."

Bucky smiled softly. "That sounds like fun." The grin on his lips grew wider, "Lead the way." Sam walked to the wall opposite of them and let his knuckles rap the wood in four hard taps. Suddenly, a door from upstairs came bursting open with the patterns of small footsteps following. His nephews were down the stairs, huffing and puffing.

"Who's ready to see Ma?" He grinned, his nephews answering in unison with enthusiastic yeses.

With a laugh, he stepped aside. "This is Bucky. He’ll be helping me with repairs for now. So, you have to treat him nice, alright?" The two children nodded solemnly as Bucky stood awkwardly next to their bubbling energy. It almost reminded him of his sister back home. His heart ached for a moment before he was pulled back into the moment by Sam speaking to him, "Are you ready to meet Delacroix?"

Bucky nodded. "Of course." He followed him as Sam opened the front door. The streets glistened under the soft glow of the streetlamps, their reflection in the puddles creating a mirror image of the world above.

The air was cool and fresh, with a crispness that only a day-long rain could bring. Bucky pulled his jacket tighter around him, feeling the gentle embrace of the damp, clean air. He looked around, taking in the quaint charm of the town. The buildings were a mix of old and new, their brick and wood facades adorned with ivy and flower boxes that overflowed with vibrant blooms, glistening with raindrops.

Bucky felt a sense of ease washing over him. Sam turned to Bucky with a smile. "Thanks for walking with us. It's nice to have some company."

Bucky nodded, appreciating the kindness. "Thanks for the tea and grilled cheese. It was just what I needed." Sam chuckled. "Anytime. And about that job—we'll talk more tomorrow. Get settled in tonight."

Bucky nodded again, feeling a sense of anticipation for the days ahead. "Sounds good."

The evening was calm, the air fresh after the rain. Sam looked at Bucky, seeing a potential friend and ally. "You know, this place could use someone like you. Maybe you'll find what you're looking for here."

Bucky met his gaze, a small smile forming on his lips. "I hope so, Sam. I really do." They shared smiles. Sam could almost feel something else lingering underneath the surface of the smile that rested on Bucky's features, but it wasn't exactly clear. He looked back towards, noticing the lights flickering slightly against the raindrops. Somewhere in the air, Sam swore he could feel it that day, there was hope of something beautiful blooming.