#Steven rogers

[v4mpyyr-exe]

gay people can't just kiss and say I love you they always gotta do some shit like this

Hey, since this is getting attention, me and my friend have a discord server

[nightwalkerstuff]

tony... there was no other way.”

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Steve, whispering in Nat’s ear: omg that guy is HOT-

Nat: can we not do this right now?

Steve: holy shit, that’s my boyfriend

Nat: okay-

Steve: THATS MY BOYFRIEND

Nat: he is TRYING to KILL US

[imavikingo]

[hellsenthero]

Stressed Out

Written by: hellsenthero

Stucky X Reader

Back to back missions have gotten everyone stressed, but no one is quite as stressed as Captain America. What happens when he takes that stress out on his girlfriend?

Warnings/themes: Angst, fluff. (1.2K Words.)

MASTERLIST

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With back to back missions came sore bodies, tired minds and a mountain of paperwork.

Y/N didn't mind it for the most part. The paperwork gave her a chance to sit down and mentally digest her missions as she sipped her coffee. Bucky didn't mind either, it was the organization of it all that helped him, something he never had with Hydra.

But Steve, Captain America, had more paperwork than Y/N and Bucky combined. He had reports detailing missions that he wasn't even on. With his finished pile about the size of one sixteenth of his to do pile, Steve was fucking stressed, and it was getting to him. His normally mile long thread of patience was shorter than his fucking pinky nail. God help whoever comes into his office next.

God help his partners.

God help you, as you knock on your boyfriend's office door before quietly peering in. "Hey baby, how's it goin'?" You say softly. Steve doesn't give you an answer, doesn't even look up from his paperwork. His lack of response has you stepping further into the office, walking up to the side of his desk. You lay a gentle hand over Steve's shoulder and you can feel how tight his muscles are with stress. "Baby?" Finally, you catch Steve's attention.

"What?" Steve growls. It's shocking enough that you pull your hand away, recoiling away from your boyfriend.

"Excuse me?"

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm busy, Y/N, what do you want?"

A scoff escaped you before you could hold it back. "I wanted to check in on you. You skipped lunch and I made dinner for everyone."

Steve waved his hand at you before looking back down at his papers. "I don't need dinner right now, I'm busy working."

"Steve, you need to take a break-"

"Y/N! I'm busy! I have more paperwork than you or Bucky combined!"

"Fuck! Steve! You need to-" your heated words were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down upon his desk. You were surprised it didn't collapse from his strength.

"Fuck off!"

It was now, as his words hung in the air, that Steve's gaze finally met yours and your eyes stayed locked. Those two words felt like a physical blow to your chest, enough that you stepped back, once, twice, before Bucky came into the room unannounced.

"What's going on? What's with the yelling?" Bucky asked as he came to stand by you, his blue eyes flicking between you and Steve.

"Ask Steven," you bit out. Truthfully, you didn't know what to say to Bucky, you didn't know what was going on, not with you and Steve, he had never spoken to you like that before.

"Steve?" Bucky asked as he took a step closer to his desk. He's not stupid, he knows his boyfriend and girlfriend have just been in a blowout, but about what, he hasn't a fucking clue. Steve’s cheeks are tinged red, his knuckles are white with his grip on the table and you look like you've seen a ghost. Your eyes are wide and your stance is ridged, ready to flee at a moment's notice.

Before Steve can answer his boyfriend, you're speaking up again. "I'm going to go," you say to no one in particular before facing Bucky. "Maybe you'll have better luck getting Steven to pull his head out of his ass," you throw a hard look at the blond male before walking towards the office door, still open from when Bucky barged in. "Or perhaps he'll just tell you to fuck off as well." With that, you shut the door to the office behind you.

Bucky turns to Steve, whose head is now hung, his shoulders deflated. "What the fuck is she talking about, Steve?"

Steve shook his head, already feeling the self hate bubble up inside himself from how he'd treated his girlfriend. “I fucked up-”

“Clearly.” Bucky bites out.

“I took my stress out on Y/N, yelled at her.”

“Fuck, Steve,”

“I know!” Steve's voice raises again and Bucky shoots him a look that says, really, you wanna take that tone? Steve huffs, blowing out a long breath before he repeats his earlier words, this time in a softer tone. “I know,” Steve says, “I fucked up.”

“Then go find our girl and apologize.”

Steve nods once, twice, before standing from his seat and walking around his desk. He stops in front of his boyfriend for a moment, putting a gentle hand on his wrist. “I'm sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head for a moment before he leans forward and presses a kiss to Steve's forehead. “I know, but I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to.”

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You were curled up in your bed, hiding beneath a mountain of blankets when Steve finds you. You're in your old bed, what was now only used as a spare room. Just that told Steve that he'd fucked up.

“Baby?” Steve's voice is hesitant, in turn, he receives no answer from you. “I’m sorry,” Steve goes on. He pauses again, waiting for a response from you, for a huff or some yelling, but all he receives back is silence. “Thank you for making dinner,” Steve tries again. “I didn’t mean to be such a jackass, especially when you were just looking out for me.”

Finally, you turn around and Steve is met with your sullen expression. Your cheeks feel hot and you don’t know if it’s from your fight or from being curled up in your bed. “You’re right Steven, I was just trying to look out for you before you reached a burn out and you fucking exploded at me.”

Steve's silent for a moment, thinking over your words before answering you. “I think,” He pauses for a moment before carrying on. “I think I’m already burnt out, baby. I never should have reacted to you like that, and if I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have.”

Shame fills Steve like hot acid, coiling in the pit of his stomach. “I'm so sorry. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you, Y/N. Being burnt out isn't an excuse for my lack of stress management. I'll try to manage my work and stress better from now on, baby.”

Pushing the covers back you sit up in bed. “Yeah, I think you are.” You pause, adjusting your position in bed before continuing. “You hurt me, yelling at me to fuck off.”

It's then that Bucky enters the bedroom with a gentle knock. “Are we all made up?” He asks.

Steve looks to you for the answer. “Yeah,” you smile softly, “we’re all made up. Stevie is just burnt out.” Before Steve can sag in relief at hearing his nickname slip from your lips, you point your finger at him. “But pull that shit again and you can go sleep outside for a fucking week.”

Quickly, Steve nods his head up and down, up and down, and up and down. “Can I hold you?”

“Yes,”

“Thank fuck,” Bucky interrupts. The both of you look at him with raised brows. Bucky shrugs his shoulders at the looks the two of you give him. “Just glad Stevie has his head out of his ass finally.”

A small chuckle escapes you as you shoot your boyfriend's a wink. “Yeah, but he still has some making up to do.”

[topgungirlies]

Date Night With Steve

This man does not count running errands together or grabbing a bite to eat as a date

No, that's just something you do together

Dates are much more purposeful

Dinner? No.

Dinner and ______? Yes.

This man takes you on a weekly date from the time you start dating and never stops

The second one date ends he starts planning the next one

And if you miss a date due to a mission?

He plans two for the next week to make up for it

Steve shows up at your door with flowers

He’s always all dressed up for you and always makes sure to be the one to pay

This is a man who pulls the chair out for you every time you go out to eat

It’s a miracle if he doesn’t place your own napkin on your lap

And then he sits across the table from you giving you those lovesick eyes

He always asks you what you want to eat so he can be the one to order for you

And that man will sit and listen to you talk about everything and nothing until you're out of breath

He's so good at asking questions

And when dinner is done he'll take you out on a walk or to see a movie

Whatever it is, he never lets go of your hand

And he always makes sure to give you a proper kiss goodnight after he's gotten you back home safely

And he always comes in if you ask

[moonknightblog]

[beah388love]

Language!

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: daddy!Steve rogers x Little!reader

Summary: Sam and buck accidentally teach you some new words…

Warnings: swearing,bad language,mentions of alcohol!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

“Ha! Suck on that tin man” Sam smirked as buckys character died on the tv making Bucky roll his eyes.

You was sat on buckys lap helping him play,

“Whatever bird brain, I’m not even in control” Bucky said gesturing to you playing with his controller.

“Oh yeaahhh, that’s bullshit, you just handed her the controller just the” Sam grinned

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed as you tapped on the controller.

Sam and Buckys heads snapped towards you before looking at one another.

Giving each other a shared look of ‘were in deep shit’

“What did you say?” Sam asked and you giggled.

“Bullshit!”

“Oi! No swearing…” Bucky said sternly and you gave him a sad pout.

“Okay…”

“Have you got any beer?” Sam asked as he hopped over the sofa.

“Uh yeah in the fridge, get me one too” Bucky responded, before sam walked away.

As Sam opened the fridge door one of the bottles fell out and exploded “fuck!” He yelled as he got sprayed directly in the face.

Bucky was in hysterics, his face hurt from laughing so hard.

Until…

“Fuck bullshit!”

You shouted

“Shit…” Sam said and you repeated him “Shit!”

“Oh god” Bucky groaned.

“Hey! Stop that or your daddy’s gonna be very mad…he’ll kill us then give you a timeout” Sam warned making you pout with big puppy eyes.

Sam smiled “don’t give in birdbrain” Bucky rolled his eyes

“Only heartless people like you wouldn’t give in to that puppy face…” Sam said ruffling your hair.

“Hey guys I’m back!” Steve announced as he shut the door.

“Hello sweetheart” Steve smiled when you ran over to him giving him a big hug.

“Have you been good?” He asked and you paused before nodding your head.

Sam and Bucky shared a look before trying to sneakily exit the room.

As steve picked you up he dropped his keys “oh fuck!” You yelled making all three of the men’s heads turn.

“Hey language!” Steve said before turning to Sam and buck who had massive guilty smiles on their faces.

“What did you two do?!” Steve groaned through an angry tone.

“We babysat” Sam said before grabbing buckys arm and running.

Accidentally running into a wall, and then scrambling themselves together again before running out the door.

Steve looked at you and you gave him a cheeky smile.

[moon-x0]

Petition to rename ‘Independence Day’ ‘Captain America Day,’ reblog with your name to sign

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Wheezy Winters

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: you had always kept your asthma a secret… until you couldn’t.

TW: asthma, fainting, hospitals (at the compound), swear word (just the one)

A/N This is so true for me. I know I shouldn’t be but I’m low key so embarrassed to use my puffer in-front of other people, even if I need it.

You’d had asthma long before you had joined the avengers. But when they had you fill out the medical forms you left out your condition in fear of placing your job in jeopardy. Who knows what they would have done. Less missions maybe? Less training? Less work? No. You loved your job. Over the first few months you found yourself under the two resident red heads wings. Slowly the three of you painstakingly became girlfriends. Joining the red headed relationship. They were sometimes overbearing but that was ok and justified by their traumatic pasts. All was going well until one winter morning.

You woke late. The clock read fifteen minutes until 6. Steve’s morning jogs were the bane of your existence and in your haste to be ready you forgot to take your preventer. The little purple puffer was a must in the winter. With the cold air and exercise being your main triggers, you had to take it each morning of the cold months. However in case needed you always carried around the blue puffer, to be taken if you had an attack. Shouldering your mini backpack you kept with you always, much to the amusement of the team, you ran down to the compound foyer.

The team grinned at the sight of the small bag. Clint and your girls often teasing you for your attachment to the bag. But pride and shyness kept you from telling them the real reason you kept the small black pouch on you always. Tony smiled at the sight.

“Got your bag of secrets?” He asked, poking fun. You smiled along not taking it to heart, they didn’t know.

“Come on love, you can leave it with Bruce if it makes you feel better.” Natasha smiled, kissing your knuckles lightly. You blushed slightly, embarrassed by the attention.

“Uh, no. It’s fine. Let’s just go.” You choked out, not missing Wanda’s raised eyebrow.

“Alright.” Nat sighed, pulling you out into the cold. Starting off slow, you broke into a jog, falling slightly behind the team a bit, matching pace with tony. You cringed at the slight jiggling sounds coming from your backpack. Not missing Tony’s feral grin. He made some snide remark, which you ignored. Focused more on the slight tightness in your chest as you realised you forgot the most impact the part of getting ready. You quickened you pace, wanting to be near Wanda in case of an attack. Your girls always made you feel safe. Nat was too far away to catch up to. Realising your mistake when your chest began to tighten more. Wanda noticed the discomfort, slowing to run beside you. You sent her an appreciative grimace and huffed a small ‘thank you’.

“It’s alright darling… are you feeling ok? You look a little puffed?” Wanda’s worry was justified, normally you ran circles around her without so much as a strained breath. But your chest was too tight to respond. Your breathes becoming shorter and shorter. Wanda slowed again. Dizziness overtook you as you sat down heavily.

“Baby? Are you ok?” She crouched beside you as you laid on the cool concrete. Her brow furrowed at your lack of response. Your arms reaching for something you couldn’t find.

“What do you need?” Wanda asked again.

“Wands? What’s going on?” Nat asked, having come back to see whats was happening.

“Im not sure, but Y/n/n’s breathing doesn’t sound too good.” Nat placed an ear to your chest, frowning at the raspy short breathes.

“Sweetheart, whats happening? use your words baby.” Wanda cooed, stroking your knuckles with her thumb.

“Need… backpack… front… pocket.” You wheezed between short breathes. Your lungs felt like they were being popped.

Nat grabbed the bag you had dropped. Neither of them had seen what was inside before. Pulling out the small blue device Nat frowned. Wanda quickly snatched it off her.

“Y/n/n I need you to open your mouth.” Wands said softly. Your vision began to blur as you lost consciousness. Opening your mouth before passing out.

“Shit.” Wanda swore. “Nat hold her mouth open and support her head.” Wanda shook the puffer a few times before removing the cap as Nat pulled your head into her lap.

Carefully Wanda tilted the puffer up slightly, angling it down your throat as she gave two puffs into your mouth.

“Now shut her mouth and pinch her nose.” Wanda instructed

“Why?” Nat asked not moving.

“Just do it.” Wanda responded. Nat moved and did as she was asked. “We need the medicine to stay in her lungs for a bit for it to work properly” she explained.

Wanda counted to five before telling Nat to let go. Repeating the process, she administered another two puffs before placing her ear to your chest again. Satisfied with the less raspy breathes you drew.

Wanda nodded to Nat, who scooped you into her arms and the two lightly jogged back to the compound.

When the made it to the lab, they placed you on the bed. Explaining to Bruce what happened, he placed you on a low flow of oxygen through a mask.

Coming out of the blackness was hazy. You felt a warm hand brushing the hair from your face, stroking it backwards softly. Eyes flickering, you drew both girls attention.

“Oh sweetheart.” Wanda cooed at the sight of your teary eyes. “Its ok. We understand.” She read you loud thoughts of your fears. “Honey, do you know how I knew what to do?”

You slowly shook you head, peeling back the mask to respond. “No.” You rasped. Nat’s hand placed over yours as she guided the mask back to your face.

“Honey, Pietro had asthma. It did nothing to stop his place on the team. But we needed to know. We’re sorry you felt you couldn’t tell us.” She whispered, her lips grazing your knuckles again.

“Love, don’t worry about anything. I’ll be beating Clint and Tony’s asses if they give you anymore grief about the backpack. Im glad you carried it with you despite their teasing.” Nat smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek.

After a few hours of rest. Life returned to normal. The only difference, now your two girls both check each morning to make sure you had taken your puffer, before they let you out of their sight. It warmed your heart in the cold months to know they cared.

|| PART 2 ||

Master list

[ikolbrainrot]

We need to talk about the importance of Steve Rogers having the experience of someone who has never been privileged before the serum and who was already out of place in his time and did not think like most white men of the time. Taking that out of the writing ruins the character. , , , Is explanatory in itself.

Steven Rogers have the experience of someone who came from a poor Irish immigrant family, who grown up with a single widowed mother who was his inspiration and the person he loved most in the world, who became an orphan at a young age, who was beaten daily simply because he was different and an easy target, who his only friend family became a second family to him were openly Jewish, who was terminally ill with several health problems and physical disabilities and that's why there weren't many opportunities for him.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Comforting Hands

Captain America x Reader

wc: 0.9 K summary: you are sick but Steven is here to take care warnings: fluff, no y/n used a/n: this is dedicated to my bestie @dollyure (again) because she won't stop talking about this man. help her. (but also because there's apparently too much smut about him and no fluff) (divider) enjoy!!

It started with your throat feeling sore when waking up in the morning. You still decided to go to work after drinking a hot tea for breakfast and taking a cough drop before going out. At your work desk, you tried your best to concentrate and focus on your work, but the rising temperature overall was distracting. It started to get more difficult sending out emails, let alone making logical sentences in one go. Sighing out, you lean back in your chair and try to stretch, but it only makes you groan and grimace in slight pain. Maybe you underestimated the sore throat in the morning, but now it‘s too late to go home after being halfway through your workday. It‘s not like typing on a computer and organising a few things is a hard job – you try to tell yourself.

Once the clock strikes five, you have a runny nose and a slight cough. At least you finished your work on time, so you don‘t have anything else to do for the rest of the day. Rising off your chair and getting out of your office — albeit cranky — you manage to be back at home after a careful car ride. But once you step a foot inside, all your energy leaves you instantly.

It‘s as if your body gave up completely and all you can do is lay in bed and try to warm up. The fever is causing your body to shiver even when lying in three sets of blankets. Your whole body hurts, including a piercing migraine that doesn‘t want to leave you at peace.

Of course you thought you‘d catch a cold after going out in a cute outfit on a date, which was actually too short for the rainy weather. Still, you didn‘t take Steven‘s jacket. Now you regret it.

The front door clicks open after taking a short nap, followed by the familiar voice of your boyfriend. He announces his arrival but gets worried at the silence that follows up afterwards. Wandering into the living room, he gets confused as to why he doesn��t see you curled up in one of your favourite blankets and with the TV playing a random show. Continuing with his search, he dips his head into the bedroom.

Steven pauses as he sees the big pile of blankets, realising that you are inside, curled up and visibly tired. Exhausted. You notice him in the doorframe and give him a slow blink as a form of greeting, and he sighs out.

»What happened, sweetheart? Are you sick?« You give him a small groan in response, meaning to hum in response, but your sore throat won‘t allow it. He frowns in response and sits down at the edge of the bed, rubbing your shoulder lightly.

»Did you go to work today?« After a brief nod, he gives you a disappointed look.

»Always so stubborn, huh?« He mutters more to himself before he presses a light kiss against your forehead, frowning once more at the temperature of your skin.

»I‘ll make you soup, okay? Just stay here.«

With that, he leaves you alone in your quiet agony again and gets on about taking care of you. While in the kitchen, you can already smell the chicken broth starting to cook and hear the soft chopping sounds from cutting vegetables. Once he got the soup to cook peacefully in the pot, he returned and got you some much-needed medicine. Ibuprofen to make the fever go away and put a nasal spray for colds at your nightstand. After pressing another kiss to your forehead, he goes back to the kitchen and pours a bowl of soup for you.

»Careful, it‘s hot...« He murmurs as he slowly re-enters the room and places the hot bowl into your lap after you sit up.

The broth is steaming, and you warm your hands against it while taking in the comforting scent… at least you are trying to, with how stuffed your nose is. Steven watches you before he gets comfortable beside you, letting you eat carefully while he opens his book and continues reading where he left off last time. You barely managed to get down two spoons before you turned your head towards him, pouting sadly.

»Throat hurts...«

»Throat hurts? Try at least two more bites, you need to eat.« He mumbles back as he scoots closer, rubbing your back with a gentle hand. His warm palm works like a charm, sending a pleasant shiver through your spine before warming you up further.

With all your last remaining energy, you manage to down three spoonfuls, which makes Steven even more satisfied.

»See? Wasn‘t that hard, was it?« After a small groan from your side, he takes the bowl from you and leaves the room to tidy the kitchen briefly. By the time he‘s back, you are already lying on your side, blankets thrown over your form that‘s finally getting better.

Steven‘s expression softens as he joins you, getting in behind you and hugging you without hesitation. You can‘t help but feel fuzzy at the action, shifting to press your back further up his chest. His strong arms embrace you tightly, a protective grip around you.

»Feeling better?«

Steven‘s voice sends another shiver down your spine, getting warm all over again. It‘s like he knows, adjusting his grip on you before nuzzling in the crook of your neck. His breath brings a comfort of its own, starting to stop complaining about your cold to yourself. Maybe it was a good idea not to accept his jacket on that day…

←MASTERLIST

[myladyship]

Just imagine tiny Steve Rogers laying in his bed with another bout of pneumonia.

"Tell me a story, Mama." Steve asks in a tiny voice.

Anything to distract him from the pain in his lungs.

Sarah Rogers is lying beside him, resting after a long shift at the hospital, watching her little boy and ensuring he breathes all right. She tells him stories of Ireland, her home, family, and friends. Where she played. Where she went to school. Where she went to church. Where she went to the market. The folklore. The fairies. The good and the bad.

"Do you miss home?" He asks after she ends one of her tales.

"You're my home, Stevie." She says and softly kisses him in the head as he drifts to sleep.

***

When Steve is in the U.K., he feels giddy when he remembers he's close to his mother's home but doesn't have time to visit it yet.

Steve visits the country for the first time, 100 years after his mother left Ireland. His mother's tales are still fresh in his mind as he walks around in his mother's hometown.

[itscrazycasey]

Now I present to you: The alphabet, Avengers edition!

@official-buckybarnes @moon-x0 @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @serenastark-official @charliecakess @truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon @official-alpinebarnes @twoarrsandonesea @we-love-redwing @four-leafed-queer-gal @totally-not-green-goblin

[𝔸] is for “Avengers, Assemble!”

[𝔹] is for “Bucky?”

[ℂ] is for “Clench up, Legolas.”

[𝔻] is for “Don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

[𝔼] is for “Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

[𝔽] is for “Fury, you son of a bitch.”

[𝔾] is for “Genius, Playboy, Billionaire, Philanthropist.”

[ℍ] is for “Hulk, Smash!”

[𝕀] is for “I can do this all day.” And “I… am Ironman.”

[𝕁] is for “Jarvis, you ever shut up?”

[𝕂] is for “Kid, I’m sorry, I’m not the guy to help you.”

[𝕃] is for “Look, I have nothing against you. I don’t even know who you are!”

[𝕄] is for “Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.”

[ℕ] is for “Now you listen to me, you big, green, rage monster!”

[𝕆] is for “On your left!”

[ℙ] is for “Puny God.”

[ℚ] is for “Quill, you’re one weird do.”

[ℝ] is for “Ready or not, here I come!”

[𝕊] is for “Sorry, I’m late. I was saving the world.”

[𝕋] is for “That’s my secret, Cap, I’m always angry.”

[𝕌] is for “Underoos!”

[𝕍] is for “Vengeance is a path we all must take.”

[𝕎] is for “We have a hulk.” And “With great power come great responsibility.”

[𝕏] is for “X marks the spot.”

[𝕐] is for “You’re a lot stronger than you think.”

[ℤ] is for “Zero patience for people who can’t get the job done.”

[vivienslittlecorner]

it's true tho

[hford0311]

In my silence I adored you

*Avenger's Tower Fanfic*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Hey girl, what-cha doing down there? Dancing alone while I live right above you; I can hear your music playing; I can feel your body swaying

It didn't take a super soldier to hear the music that came out of your apartment. However, the one above you did understand the lyrics, not like most of the others that lived in the tower. He didn't mind it, sometimes, it became a soothing thing when the nightmares woke him up. The vibrations of the music and lyrics gave him was a micro-confirmation that he was no longer in the Soviet Union. No longer trapped under any ice.

"Okay, but how come you can't go one day without it?" Sam asked about your music during breakfast. You shrugged, "I have my space. It mostly stays in my space. Just like Redwing." Bucky snickered. Sam slightly aggressively turned towards his best friend-enemy man. "You live above her! What are your thoughts?" Bucky was slightly started by the question. "I-I don't mind it." You stuck your tongue out at Sam, putting your dishes in sink, and walked away. "You said you only like forties music." Sam accused as soon as you were out of ear shot. Bucky avoided eye contact before he cleared his throat, "I have to train with Steve."

One floor below me, you don't even know me, I love you

When that and a combination of other things didn't work, keep falling back into night terrors, Bucky would sit in front of his glass windows, curtains pulled back. At first, his eyes would wander the city lights. Eventually, his eyes would shift down below and see your shadow swaying and dancing to the music that was nearly never ending. It was a constant, consistency made reality easier to believe in. You were starting to become that in Bucky's word, even though you never would've known. He never mentioned it.

If you look out your window tonight, pulling the string with the note that's attached to my heart; Read how many times I saw you, how in my silence I adored you.

Sure, Bucky and you met occasionally during missions and Avengers' (aka Tony Stark's) parties. However, neither of you ever got beyond glances, brief introductions, and the incredibly rare argument-- sorry polite conversation-- that Steve, Sam, or Nat would drag the pair of you into. Both of you would roll your eyes at the dragger and their "opponent." Plus, the pair of you would almost always be against whatever Sam was arguing. Bucky appreciated the team effort from you. You were also a bit of a history buff which sometimes led to his ears pricking up to some type of familiarity that he could confidently nod along with or it would help him connect the dots with events that didn't include the Winter Soldier.

It took one of these little rantings of knowledge you had, Steve and Sam saw the captivated look that Bucky distantly gave you. They both also knew it wasn't just the words coming out of your mouth that Bucky was interested in, either. The pair of men shared an look. They knew their mission.

"Alright boys, it's been fun." You said getting up, heading towards your apartment. "Don't have too much fun without me." You waved as you hit the stairs.

The duo of men encircled Bucky. "You have a problem." Same stated as if it was obvious and something much worse than actuality. "Sam-" Steve tried to soften the blow. "No, he is in love with that girl and he hasn't said more than five words to her." Sam insisted. Bucky gave them both a confused stare. "Y/n, Buck, we can tell." Steve cleared up. Bucky's face went to complete denial. "No, I don't."

"Those eyes you gave her earlier tell a different story, Buck." Steve softly argued. Bucky groaned and put his hands in his face. "So what if I do? She's living a happy life...why.....why should I enter it more just to ruin it?" Sam and Steve gave each other soft looks. However, both of them were not going to give up that easily. "You're different now. You've said it yourself, you're not the Winter Soldier anymore." Sam stated. "Even if that's true...who said that she's going to....want me back." Doubt filled Bucky's entire body and mind. The pair of men were not going to change his mind in one night.

Only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart

Another night, Bucky added to looking down at your shadow. He wanted to go down and dance with you. Over seventy years ago, Bucky wouldn't waste another second to do. He would've swept you off your feet, literally. He would hold you close during the slower songs, inhaling your scent. Softly kissing your forehead, cheeks, lips... Bucky heavily sighed out loud, walking away from the window.

Oh my darlin', knock three times on the ceiling if you want me; twice on the pipe if the answer is no.

Sam and Steve showed up at your door. You gave them both a confused. "Come in...stop lurking at my door." You responded, letting them in. "So, how long have you liked Bucky?" Sam got straight to the point. You scoffed and slouched in one of your chairs. "Who said-" "Y/n, you never mentioned your knowledge about your so-called fascination with the 1930s before your first mission with him." Steve confronted you. You shrugged, "A girl can learn new things." Sam rolled his eyes. "They're both impossible, Steve." You sat up a little. "What do you mean by both of us?" For the third time that night, Sam and Steve shared a smirk and an idea.

Oh my sweetness *knock, knock, knock* means you'll meet me in the hallway; twice on the pipe *clang, clang* means you ain't gonna show*

You hummed the song you left playing in your room as you approached Bucky's door. You took a deep breath before knocked with the beat that Bucky could perfectly hear from your apartment below. He hesitantly answered. Then saw you, a small smile etched across his face. "It means that I want you, and that I want to meet you in the hallway-- granted next time it'll be on the ceiling but-" Your breath of words was stopped short by Bucky pulling you into his apartment.

~~ Sam looked at Steve, stifling a laugh, "There isn't really a pipe for her to say no to."