#and then bro went back for Peggy

[ironspidersblog]

Bucky and Steve’s relationship is so tender. Like I loved you when we were just kids in Brooklyn. I loved you when I went to war as to not leave your side. I loved you even when you were brainwashed into not knowing who i was or what love is. I loved you through it all.

[omakosohc]

CANON EVENTS DO THEY ONLY APPLY TO SPIDERFOLK?! 🤨

bc if not mcu!steve rogers owes us an explanation

[jestersprivilegee]

Hey, roomie! Ch. 4

thomas j. x reader

Thomas invites his friends over, and after a heated argument, Peggy suggests an emotion you didn’t think plausible.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: some cussin’, Lafayette being lafayette

bro why can I not write anything over 3k words wth 😭😭

“I’m gonna have some friends over tonight,” Thomas states, peeking his head into your room. You looked up from the book you were reading, Can’t Hurt Me, and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, how many friends?” You asked.

“Only two. They’re nice, I swear,” he reassures after observing the weary look on your face. You let out a small huff when he ultimately shuts the door before you can get another word in.

Things have been different since that night you helped treat his wound. He’s been softer, more careful with his words. He would still flirt shamelessly with you, but the tone in which he did so changed. It went from just spewing out the first words that came to mind to carefully crafted compliments, each one specific to the day. Like when he pointed out how the navy blue sweater you wore matched your personality. An odd thing for him to say, but you thanked him nonetheless.

The shift was very subtle. You had to search for it to notice it (not that you were paying more attention to him or anything, haha), and when you did, you found it in almost every conversation. His hand is almost fully healed now, but he’d likely have a scar when the bandage finally comes off.

You finished your chapter and picked up your phone to check your messages. Peggy had been asking about plans for the weekend, which you still had to get back to her about.

Peggy: we still on for sunday?

You: u know it ;)

She’s been asking for weeks now to go shopping with her for some new clothes, and you’ve been putting it off. Mostly because you don’t have enough money, partially because shopping isn’t really your favorite thing to do, but you know she loves it, so for this one time you’ll suck it up and go with her.

An hour passes by and before you know it, Thomas’s friends occupy the living room. The distinct chatter of an unfamiliar voice wasn’t suppressed from the thin walls that separated your room from the living room.

You endured it at first, but as the night progressed, they just seemed to get louder and louder. A part of you wanted to scream at them to shut up, but you knew that wasn't logical, so you settled on walking out and calmly asking them to tone it down.

When you entered, Thomas immediately lit up at the sight of you, looking ecstatic to introduce you to his friends.

“Y/n! Nice of you to join us,” he laughs, pulling you towards the group before you can protest. That might’ve been the first time you’ve heard him use your name.

“Y/n?” A familiar French voice echoed. Your eyes darted to the source—Lafayette. He was someone you were well acquainted with; with him being close to Alexander and the sisters, you connected through that.

You’ve hung out before with Alexander’s group—John Laurens, Lafayette of course, Hercules Mulligan, and occasionally the sisters. You found him to be quite the charmer; he knew when to fight and when to comfort another soul, which you seriously respect.

“Lafayette! I didn’t know you were coming over.” There was a pleasant surprise that came with this statement. A smile curved on your lips as you moved to give him a hug. The other men, one of them who you did not yet know the name of, watched as you reunited with Lafayette.

“Zis is a surprise to me too, mon ami. When he said he was rooming with Y/n I didn’t realize it was you.” He pulled away from you but kept an arm on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, how do you two know each other?” Thomas cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced between you and Lafayette. More specifically to Laf’s hand placement.

“Mutual friends, but we’ve been hanging out more,” you reply. He nods, an indiscernible look on his face.

Your eyes caught the dark headed man who sat idly on the couch, a quiet demeanor about him. He wore a light gray Nike sweater with basic blue jeans, and a simple dog tag necklace. Despite his easily observable introvertism, he held himself with confidence. Almost like he knew he was a hard motherfucker. He had amusement in his eyes when they caught yours.

“…Anyway, this is James. James, this is Y/n,” Thomas said. You smiled and stuck out your hand for him to shake.

“Pleasure to meet you.” James grinned politely.

“Always nice to meet people who identify closely with Thomas,” you teased. Jefferson rolled his eyes.

“We’ve heard a lot about you, ami,” Lafayette snickers, a mischievous smile curled on his face. Thomas shoots him a look as if to tell him to quiet down, but your interest was already piqued. And Lafayette isn’t one to quit talking because someone wants him to.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” You raise an eyebrow and turn to Thomas.

“Just about ’ow p—“

“—Not important,” Thomas cuts Lafayette off, scrambling between you. “Just how fun you are to annoy.”

“And how smart you are,” James speaks up. Your eyebrows fly up in shock. Thomas thinks you’re smart?

“Okay, I only said that because she’s able to keep up with me verbally,” he defends. A scowl is directed to James for betraying him. Madison puts up his hands in defense and chuckles. Thomas can keep his composure, but even you could see the frantic shift in personality.

“Not what it sounded like,” Lafayette said in a sing-song voice. You stifled a giggle, causing Thomas to direct a glare at you now.

“Don’t laugh at me, sweetheart, can’t you see I’m hurtin’ here?” He groans.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you think I’m smart and whatever Laf was gonna say before you so rudely interrupted him.” A playful smile adorns your face.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” he grumbles, averting his eyes from you.

“You should join us,” Laf offers, diminishing any awkward silence that followed Thomas’s last comment. Thank god for outgoing people.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude. I just came here to,” you pause, remembering you came here to tell them off, “get a glass of water.”

“You wouldn’t be intruding, ami! Your presence is always welcome,” he reassures, putting a gentle grip on your shoulder. Your features soften and you weigh your options. If the other two were okay with it, then maybe you would stick around for a little while, but you don’t want to overstay boys’ night. “Ze boys don’t mind, right boys?” Lafayette turns to Thomas and James with a pout on his face.

“Thomas wouldn’t mind at a—ow!” James starts but Thomas smacks the back of his head.

“No, we don’t mind,” Thomas says.

“Wonderful! You can drink and play Wii sports with us, then,” Lafayette cheers. Thomas’s eyes flicker to the hand that stayed firmly on your shoulder, yet he remains silent.

—

It didn’t take long for you to get tipsy. They kept enticing you to drink as the night progressed, and after so many rounds of Wii bowling, you needed it.

In all your time spent knowing Lafayette, he never mentioned that he is a god at sword fighting. You considered yourself pretty good at that game, but almost immediately after playing against him, he had your Mii wiped out into the water. He demolished Thomas and James as well, and eventually you ruled that game off limits because he was so cracked at it.

James, quiet as he is, somehow managed to get four hole-in-ones at golf. Maybe he practiced often, or maybe he was just fucking weird, but that man was freakishly good at golf.

Thomas was bragging earlier about how he was the ‘King of Bowling.’ After playing against him for a few rounds, you realized why. The strikes he managed to cultivate piled up, at one point he had a streak going. After each bowl he would rub it in your face how much better he is, to which you kindly suggested that he suck a dick.

You, on the other hand, vanquished them in power cruising and table tennis. Basically, whatever they lacked in, you came out victorious. You found yourself having more fun than you thought you would, especially since it was Thomas you were hanging out with. James wasn't bad, in fact, under any other circumstances you would consider being his friend. Lafayette was great as always, and you stuck close to him throughout the night.

After playing every possible Wii Sports Resort game, you sat in the living room just chatting.

Thomas was across from you with James next to him, and you sat leg-to-leg with Laf. He kept an arm draped around your shoulder in a friendly manner. The conversation darted from one topic to the next, but currently the main idea was college stories.

“What about that time you got pepper sprayed in college?” James asked Thomas, a devilish smirk on his face. You let out a gasp and Lafayette started laughing loudly.

“Okay—it’s not what it sounds like,” he addresses your signal of distress, “I was walking to a frat party and using a shortcut which happened to be through the bushes, so when I emerged she screamed and immediately pepper sprayed me.” He elucidates.

A wave of laughter swept over the group, and your stomach started hurting the more he tried to explain himself. You know he's not a bad guy and wouldn’t do anything like that, but the stressed tone and look on his face was too much to not laugh at.

“Didn’t she have to help you find the bathroom so you could wash your eyes?” James said through fits of giggles.

“How else was I supposed to find it? I was blinded for fucks sake!” He groans, throwing his head back.

This recalling led Lafayette to go on about how he got beer thrown at him in a bar. “All I’m saying is I wasn't wrong, his political views of France were incorrect and I politely pointed that out.” His French accent seeped through his words.

You giggled, leaning into his chest as his arm tightened around you. You didn’t catch the way Thomas’s jaw clenched.

“Must’ve been not polite enough if you got beer thrown at you,” you said with a smug grin. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“What I said was not important, okay?”

“Sure, sure, because you’re never in the wrong ever. Like that one time with Alex when you were playing rock paper scissors and lost but—“

“I did not lose! What is paper going to do to a rock in a real life situation, huh? Ze rock will grind up ze paper and therefore I win!” He cuts you off to loudly defend his stupidity.

“That’s not how it works!” You laugh, pushing him playfully. James was watching this whole ordeal with amusement, a wide grin on his face.

“Okay, uh, it’s getting late guys. How about we call it a night?” Thomas chimes in, checking his phone.

“It’s only 10:32,” you reply with furrowed eyebrows. He swallows thickly, seeming like he just bit back venomous words.

“Non, non, he is right chérie. We should be leaving,” Lafayette assured you. He seemed to be picking up the hint that Thomas was not happy, and when he realized he still had his arm around you, he pulled it off. Lafayette and James stood, saying their goodbyes before leaving.

“Dude. Why did you make them leave early? We were having fun,” you huff. A muscle flickered in Thomas’s jaw.

“Just ‘cause, okay? Don’t push it, god,” he snaps. You stare at him, anger building up in your stomach, waiting to be released.

“The fuck? What crawled up your ass?”

“Jesus—can you just accept the fact that we’re all tired and it was time for them to go? Why do you have to keep instigating shit?” He erupted. Your eyes widen in shock and your mouth hangs open until you regain composure.

“No, you’re tired. Lafayette, James and I were fine. Great, even! Til you fucking decided that it has to end because you want it to!” You accused, pointing a finger and shoving it into his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he said calmly, his voice low. The switch from shouting to stillness in his voice was violent; it scared you. Your finger dropped from his chest and you took a step back. “Let’s end it here and go to sleep. Goodnight.”

And with that, he left. He left you wondering what got him so riled up. And the way he said ‘sweetheart’ was cold, it didn’t send that fluttery feeling into your stomach like it normally does. It was harsh. You wanted to scream at him and run in and fight him; but you didn’t.

You sighed angrily and retreated to your room, fists still clenched with resentment.

—

“I don’t know why he’s acting this way, Peggy. He was actually being sweet to me, but it seems like the moment I met his friends, he switched up.” You complained to your friend, hauling around the bags of clothes she bought.

“How was he yesterday? Usually men just need some space to cool down after an argument like that,” She said. The ordeal happened Friday night, and you were shopping with Peggy on Sunday. On Saturday, he did his best to avoid you, ignoring you when in the same room and responding in short, one word answers.

“He’s been cold. Distant. Yesterday he gave me the silent treatment,” you scoffed. “Like seriously, what is he, twelve? Since when was he incapable of having adult conversations and talking things out?”

“Maybe he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. He could still be processing his thoughts, and it might be a lot for him to try and process yours, too. Let alone voice his in a convo.” She suggests.

This was another reason you love Peggy so much. She always challenged your words like a true friend would. She didn’t just mindlessly agree to everything you were saying, no, she forced you to think about your words or actions and reflect. She really did make you a better person just by being in your life.

“Hm. I guess that could be possible. What should I do, then?”

“Give him time. From what you’ve told me, it sounds like he’s jealous, so I would just show him you don’t mean anything more than friendship with Lafayette.” She expands.

“Wait wait wait—what? Jealous?” You stutter, stopping dead in your tracks. Some people walking behind you side eyed you after you brake-checked them.

“Yeah? He sounds like he’s jealous because you’re close with Lafayette. Don’t you like Jefferson, anyway? Why are you so shocked?” She gives you a confused look.

“Whoa, whoa, who said anything about liking Thomas? He is not someone I am attracted to.” You furrow your eyebrows, continuing to walk with a deep frown on your face.

“It seems like you do. You talk about him a lot, I just kinda figured you had a crush on him or something.” She shrugged.

“A crush, ha! You’re funny.”

“I’m being serious. Every time I talk to you, you always somehow bring him up. Oh, Thomas did this, Thomas said that, y’know? It gets to a point…” She trails off.

This genuinely came as a shock to you. It didn’t ever occur that when you complain about Thomas, others might take it the wrong way and assume your attraction for him.

“I can assure you, Thomas is the last person I would ever like,” you say. That's one thing you’re certain of. Right?

[bulletbilltime]

Last team in my Lost Records Mariomon team series... skater extraordinaire Autumn Lockhart!!

Since I picture her being a bit more athletic due to her interest in skating, I thought I'd go with a combo of flying and fighting! But Fighting types were kinda hard to assign to her, so I stuck with Flying and Normal, but I went with some slightly more energetic picks! Honestly, in the Mariomon AU she might be more into doing platforming parkour! With a team of Lakitus on standby obviously; safety is important kids! The idea was brought up to have them named after skaters & skating lingo; shout out to @door-insurance for the idea!

Yoshi is her ace & main partner Capture. I totally imagine she might practice Yoshi Riding as well in this AU, and he might even be a parkour partner of hers! His name is Ollie, because Yoshi absolutely has Ollie vibes.

Lakitu feels like a fitting partner for Autumn to have. Not just to have someone to pick her up if she flubs a jump, but also because it looks fairly carefree. Most of my picks will lean towards being more amiable. Named Peggy after the Japanese American skater Peggy Oki.

Amazy Dayzee I picked to fit with her singing gig in her and Nora's band. Also I think she'd like it because it's just cute! I think it could be named Stephanie after Stephanie Person, who was one of the first black female skaters back in the 80s that I think Autumn would definitely look up to.

Paratroopa is another jovial flying type that felt fitting for Autumn. Could be named Caballero after the popular skater Steve Caballero.

Hammer Bro feels like it could be a fighting Capture, but it technically isn't. It's got the spirit though, so close enough. I think it would be named Thrasher.

Fighter Fly is a fight/flying type which felt too perfect for the niche I had in mind. I hesitated because I don't think Autumn would be that drawn to bugs, but I think its cuteness might offset her disdain for creepy crawlies. It was a compromise from its evo, Super Fly, which I def don't think she likes. Anyway, its name would be Burly, fitting for its fighting type. Though that would fit the Super Fly more tbh...

And that's it for the main Bloom & Rage teams! I might cook up some more Mariomon teams in the future, either for a handful of side characters in Lost Records, or for other games like Life is Strange or my own OCs! We'll see where the winds take me!

[paarthurnax59]

"Happy Memorial Day, bro."

Summary: It’s Memorial Day and you pay a visit to Steve Roger’s grave, your twin brother, with your husband and your kids. When facing his headstone, you are confronted with grief and guilt. Logan then decided to help you bring the closure that you needed.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x sister!Reader, Logan Howlett x Rogers!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, abandonment, reader is depicted as being Caucasian, grief, talks of suicide.

Important note: Regardless of how you feel about American politics today, please keep the comments respectful and do not dishonor those that paid the ultimate price for sustaining peace in the world. All who leave disrespectful comments will be blocked. 

Also, if you have served or have family members that served, whether be American or any other countries military that have passed on, please share!

 As Logan pulled the classic car up to Arlington Cemetery, you grabbed the flowers and photos, along with an American flag that Bucky helped you fold up. Both he and Sam were going to meet you after you had visited the cemetery with your kids, Charlotte and Joey, both nestled in the back sound asleep from the long car ride. Unbuckling your seat belt, you looked to the crowd of people. Mourning families and couples standing in front of the headstones of their deceased loved ones who paid the ultimate price. You saw as many people lay solemnly on the ground of the graves. There was this one older woman that you saw brushed her fingers on the headstone in front of her, as the tears began to fall from her wrinkled cheeks. 

“Baby?” You heard Logan’s voice, snapping you out of your trance, making you look into those beautiful hazel eyes you had grown to adore. “You alright?” He asked as he touched your face, gently stroking your smooth skin.

“I’m okay…just feels weird being back here again. Almost three months since the funeral.”

“Yeah, I know.” Logan replied as he got closer to you and kissed your forehead with a comforting hand on the back of your head.

    It had been three months since your twin brother, Steve, had passed away. After he returned the stones, he went back to the 1940’s and had the life with Peggy. The life that you had with Logan, a home and a family. He never truly got over her. The woman that was the very first, possibly the only woman, to show him interest while he was still your scrawny, older brother. When Steve went through the platform and disappear, he didn’t come back. Instead, you all looked to the lake and saw an old man sitting on a bench. That old man was your big brother. 

    He told you about when you all had defeated Thanos and how he wanted to leave this time and go back. You objected at first and even got angry at him for even abandoning you once more. The first time in the ice, and now to go back to the 40’s. Leaving behind his niece and nephew, his family to chase some dream that died the moment he crashed that plane in the 40’s. You refused to talk to him after a few days after that. Bucky had to literally drag you to the site where Steve had to return the stones. Logan was at your side the entire time as Steve gave you one last look before leaving through the time machine, never to return. Looking back, you began to think differently, and it was eating away at you.

“Come on, let’s get the kids up.” Your husband interjected, making you nod your head in agreement and got out of the car and to the back seat. “Munchkins? Wake up. We’re here!” Logan gently shook your daughter while you unstrapped your son from his car seat. The little two-year-old boy began to stir from his sleep as you picked him up and into your arms. You thanked your lucky stars that he didn’t start crying. 

“Daddy…” Your four-year-old girl awoke from her sleep and hugged Logan as he got her up from her own car seat. “Where are we?” 

“We are at Arlington Cemetery, little munchkin. It’s where many of the brave soldiers are buried.” Logan explained to his child. Both you and Logan decided long ago that you would be honest with them when it came to grim topics, like death. Seeing the line of work, you are both in and all of the things you had seen, it made sense to let them know of the nature of the world.

“Like uncle Stevie?” She asked sadly, making the both of you look at each other with gloom.

“Yes, Like uncle Stevie, angel.” You replied.

   Steve and Lottie, Steve’s nickname for her, were as close as an uncle and niece could get. As soon as she was born, like Logan, Steve was wrapped around her finger. Whenever Steve would come over, it was the best day of the week for Lottie. Playing tea parties, having sleepovers at his place, baking in the kitchen, trips all around the city. the Zoo, Coney Island and Central Park, you name it. Lottie adored Steve and he loved her just as much. It was one of the main reasons that you got so angry at Steve for leaving.

     Lottie was devastated when she found out her uncle Steve wasn’t coming back. At least, not how she remembered him anyway. You tried you best to explain to her that he wanted to go back to the 40’s, so he can have his own life. She still didn’t understand, which you were sympathetic. She was only a child and trying to explain quantum time travel were complicated to her already. All she thought was that her Uncle Steve had abandoned her. She didn’t eat or sleep for days after she was told Steve wasn’t going to return. You took her to the hospital when Steve was struck ill. She eventually was able to warm up to him again and Steve had shown her all the pictures of his own family. Of her aunt Peggy, and his son and daughter. Tony and (Name), naming both after the most important people in his life. You were happy for him, but at the same time had wished he would have found his happiness here in this time. 

   After the funeral, Lottie had stayed in her room. Barely speaking a word to anyone, even her own parents. It took a long time for her to cope with her beloved uncle’s death. You even had Morgan visit her, seeing as they were also very close one another. Time was the only thing that was going to heal her, just like you. 

“Let’s go, you got everything? You need me to grab anything?” Your husband asked and you shook your head.

“No, just take Joey. I got everything.” You answered and handed him your son, who was very happy to in his father’s arms. Grabbing all the stuff, your family strolled into the crowded cemetery. 

   As you walked into the cemetery with your family, you watched all the many people swarming the place, paying their respects to the honored dead. A few crying widows, children standing with their parents in front of headstones and parents mourning for their deceased child. Even fellow veterans kneeling in front of their fallen comrades’ final resting place, the lucky ones that made it back. It would make one wonder how many times you had come here before Steve was found in the ice. Kneeling in front of the graves of both Steve and Bucky, talking to them both like they could hear you. How you considered yourself lucky that you were the one Rogers that made it home. You were a nurse, like your mom, serving for the US Army, but still fought with your fellow commandos. There was never a guarantee of coming home from war. Once you had met some cooks that had to take up arms in the heart of battle. Back in the day, it didn’t matter what your station was or rank. You fight in the most dire situations. It what it meant to be a part of the military. Everyone is counting on you for something. 

“More crowded than I thought.” Logan interjected as he carried to two tired children across the hallow grounds, staring at all the people as they come by. 

“Yeah, it is.” You agreed as you continued to walk the historic cemetery. A few people recognized you and walked up to both you and Logan and thanked your for saving the world. As you continued your forlorn march through the grounds, you reached yours and Logan’s destination. Steve’s grave, lying next to your father’s grave, who died back in the first World War. 

“Here we are.” Logan said as he placed down both his children. “Let me get those, sweetie. You can place the flowers down.” He turned to you and grabbed the flag and pictures. Logan stood back a little with your kids, allowing you to place the flowers by his grave. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward and placed the flowers on your beloved brother’s grave. Red poppies, that symbolized remembrance and hope for a peaceful future. A flower used commonly for occasions such as days like today. Memorial Day. Logan then placed the flag which was encased in glass and some of the pictures of Steve form both the forties and the modern era. You all stepped away and as you did, your little girl stood by you, clinging onto your leg, sniffling as she looked at her uncle’s gravestone. Your son soon joined in with you as he stood by his older sister, despite no knowing what was going on. Logan walked toward you, placed his arm around and sighed.

“I feel guilty, you know.” Your voice cracked as you look at Logan with the saddest expression that he had ever seen you make. Tears started to seep from your eyes.

“Why? You have done nothing wrong.” He asked truly growing confused as to why you, his wife, felt like you had to say such a thing. Logan and Steve may not have always gotten along, but one thing he knew for certain was that your brother knew Logan loved you. 

    You two had met back when you were serving as an Army nurse in the 40’s. He was serving with your brother as part of the Hollowing Commandos. Your eyes met and the both of you could not look away when you were both in the same area. You had dated for a time, but when you lost Steve in the ice, you broke up after due to not getting over your supposed brother’s death. You traveled around the world when you found yourself meeting the Ancient One, sorceress supreme. She had revealed to you of the great potential to become a powerful sorceress. You accepted her training and through the decades severed her and the Masters of the Mystic Arts. Never aging or growing ill. Throughout the years, you grew close with the ancient one. Sharing with her about your grief and loss, of both Logan and Steve. 

“All things that are meant to be… will come to pass in its own time.”

   She told you at one point about the pain you had endured. That whatever is meant to be, will happen. You trusted her words, believing and hoping things will work out like they are meant to. When word broke out that Captain America had been freed from the ice, and was alive, you left for the States as quickly as possible. You arrived by portal at SHIELD headquarters, ready to welcome your brother back home.

   When he first saw you, he was in shock of how you remained young and spry as you were. You told him that you had become a sorceress of the mystic arts. Over the years, you fought together, against Loki, aliens, genocidal robots, dark warlocks, and the Brotherhood of Mutants. He stayed with you through the good and the bad times you had in this time, just like when you were kids fighting off bullies in Brooklyn. 

   After finding your ex, Steve helped you through Logan had no memory of who you were. After you helped Logan gain back his memories, you started relationship from square one. Overtime, your love for each other had restored and blossomed. The two of you wedded within a year, with Steve as Logan’s best man and Natasha as your maid of honor, with Charles conducting the ceremony. Thus, your married life with Logan began. Soon, after you both had two children together, Charlotte Stephanie Howlett and Joseph Logan Howlett. Named after the most important people in your life.

   Even though Steve had said he was happy for you, you could help but noticed the Longing gaze he had when he watched you and your family. Looking as though he was missing out on something, or someone. While in this era, his entire life was dedicated to duty and keeping the world safe. Barely even had time to rest or even start a life of his own. You finally were starting to realize, he needed to leave in order to live the lie he wanted. He needed to go back to a time where everyone believed him to be dead. To be with the one whom he never stopped loving, like you with Logan. Suppose that runs in the family.

“I should have been more supportive of him, you know. Of him wanting to go back to the forties.” You admitted sadly as the guilt started to take hold of you while you looked deep into Logan’s eyes and then the tears started to fall. Logan held onto your hands tightly as you started to sob. “Ever since he was rescued from the ice, Steve always felt like he was out of place. He was like a ghost, trapped in a world where he no longer belonged.” You continued as you cried, leaning into Logan all the while he rubbed your shoulders tenderly. “He wanted it, the life you and I got. Marriage, family, a much quieter existence and not be forced to go off and fight all the time. He was never going to have peace unless he left. I feel so selfish for trying to make him stay.” You cried harder as Logan wrapped his arms around you and held you as close as humanly possible. “All because I didn’t want to lose my brother again. I have lived for nearly seventy years without him. I lost my father, my mother and now I lost Steve. My twin brother.”  Your two children looked up at you, knowing that you were in serious distress. They both surround you with tiny arms trying to engulf you in a hug to calm you down. 

“Don’t cry, mama. We wuv you.” Your daughter mumbled as she too sounded like she was about to cry. 

“Ma!” babbled your young son as he reached up and pulled at the hem of your dress, who was feeling exactly what his sister was feeling. You looked down and smiled as your son’s brown eyes widened with some tears in his eyes. The sorrow from your being so strong that it was affecting your own children. 

“Joey, my sweet boy.” You said as you picked him up and kissed his sweet face fiercely and he cuddled close to your head. Logan had his little girl right in front of him and placed a warm comforting hand on her beautiful, blonde covered head. 

“Sweetheart, if there’s anything in this world you are not, it’s selfish.” He calmed you down as you snuggled closer to your boy. “When I first met you, all those years ago, I couldn’t believe on how a beautiful woman like you could be so compassionate, caring and brave all in one.” He continued. “I saw on how much you cared for the injured and the wounded during the war. Even the enemies that had surrendered, you still gave them medical treatment even when others refused to help them. Not once, did you stop until every person had gotten aid. Steve and Bucky basically had to pull you away from the infirmary tent because you nearly burnt out from treating people.” A small smile creeped on your lips while the tars still fell down your pale cheek. “I wanted to ask you out so badly that I felt like the stars aligned perfectly when you said yes. I was so in love with you then that I wanted to ask you to marry me after the war had ended.” You chuckled at the memory of the short courtship that you and Logan had during the war. “Then…Steve went into the ice, and you were devasted. You were a shell of your once bubbly and loving self. I yelled and screamed at you to get over him. That he was dead and never coming back.” He sighed with a remorseful huff making him think back to the day of when you two breaking up. “Then you left. I regret it every day of my life for letting you walk away after that fight. However my stubborn ass-“

“Language, James. We have the kids here with us.” You interrupted him. 

“God, you really are his sister.” He joked and you giggled despite the serious and heartbreaking conversation you both were having. “Anyway, I was just too stubborn to go back and help you through your loss. So, I went back into the army and fought like hell until I met Stryker. I got these,” He held out his fist and the adamantium claws came out. You weren’t sacred of them and reached out your free hand and touched them carefully so that you would not get cut. Logan then retracted them and went on with his story. “Then I lost my memory. For over twenty-five years, I had no idea of who I was or where I was going. I had no purpose or self-worth even. I was just going through the motions as I fought cage match after cage match, trying to make petty cash so I could eat. I was miserable and was alone with no one by my side. Every time…I looked at my claws…I wanted to just…end it.” He admitted making you cry again. You knew of Logan’s attempt at taking his own life, but you only heard it from Charles and Rouge. Never had you heard it through his own lips, like he was confessing an unpardonable sin. It truly made you hate yourself for ever leaving him in the first place. 

“Logan, I’m sorry. I should have been there. I never should have-“

“Let me finish, honey. Please.” Logan softly interrupted you, making to you listen to his story. “However, I odiously couldn’t. I would heal after every attempt. Every cut and wound, I would just heal. Leaving no scare, scrape, or mark on my skin. There was nothing, like the void that I was so desperate to fill.” He looked down and saw that Charlotte was now the one hugging him, obviously feeling her father’s suffering. How you got so lucky with wonderful children like these two munchkins was beyond you. “Then I met Rouge, Charles and the X-men. They helped me to find answers of who I was. I helped protect and train the kids at the school. They gave me a purpose, one that I was satisfied with.” He alleged as he stroked his daughter’s hair. “But…every night…along with the nightmares…someone was there…calling out to me…telling me to hold onto her hand…saying that everything was going to be okay.” He whispered intensely, like it was deep, dark secret kept hidden deep, buried underneath all of the malice and hardship. “That voice…reaching out for me…was you.” He said in your ear, making your gasp and your heart race like a comet. “Somewhere out there, even though I had no idea of who or where you were, I knew you held the missing piece of me. I asked Professor Xavier once, but he said that he was not abled to see your face. Only able to hear the sweet sound of your voice.” Logan whispered in your ear, which made you blush. It’s amazing that after all these years, Logan still had this effect on you that made you so weak in the knees. “So, I ignored them, no matter how many times my dream image of you came back to me in my mind. Then the day came that the Avengers came…then… I heard you. Yelling at something your brother did as you came walking down that jet, cute as a button and fierce as a mountain lion.” You felt the smile form on his lips as he confessed his thoughts from the past. “I felt like I strayed into a daydream. Like my mind was playing tricks on me. Then I had the professor tell me in my head saying that he heard your voice as well and it wasn’t a mind games. When you saw me…you stopped in your tracks and tears began to well in your eyes. At that moment, I knew you knew me from somewhere. You came running to me, trying to embrace me like your life depended on it.” He picked up his pace in his tone, he sounded almost excited with the prospect of meeting you again like it was the first time he met you. “However, something deep inside of me, a much darker part of me, wanted to reject you. Shove you aside and stay as far away from you as humanly possible. So, I pushed you away, distrusting you in an instant and denied any interaction with you.” He said as you think back to you’re your experience meeting him again after all this time. You believed that because you broke up with him that he didn’t want anything to do with you and even hated you after that. When you talked with Charles about it, he said it was because his mind was at war with him. Fighting for who gets to be in control, Logan or the demons that were plaguing his mind. You wanted to help, you wanted Logan to end his suffering and bring his memories back. “Looking back, I hated myself for it, even then, I believed that you didn’t deserve it. I was too damaged and broken, so pushed you away so you didn’t get drag into my mess. A few days later I overheard you and Steve talking to Charles. About the possibility of getting my memories back.” That information surprised you. You didn’t think Logan was listening to your conversation with Charles.  

“Charles told me that it might be too dangerous, but I refused to give up. I didn’t want to give up on you again, Logan. Walking away from you in the forties was the biggest mistake of my life.” You confessed to him, feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“I know, and I couldn’t be more grateful that you did.” He replied. “I told Charles that I agreed and would do my part as well to get back my memories. When you came to me with the spell, I was apprehensive, but I was more than willing to trust you, despite the battle that was going on in my head.” He acknowledged, thinking how risky it was to help him. “I was told of the risks…the risks of you being braindead.”

“It was worth the risk, Logan. You were worth the risk. Always were.” You sweetly talked to the love of your life. Logan truly didn’t know what else to say to that. You were willing to risk being a vegetable for the rest of your life it meant getting him back. 

“And you succeeded.” He remarked with a kiss to your head. “What I’m trying to say, (Name), is that you are not selfish. Not even close to such accusations. Steve was your brother and you wanted him to stay. Nothing more.” Logan held you close as your entire family looked at Steve’s name that was scribed into the marble stone. “You were the best sister and the best wife and mother that anyone could ask for.”

“Best mama eva!” Lottie shouted and hugged you by your legs. You chuckled and bent down to kiss your daughter’s head. 

“And you are the best daughter ever.” You claimed as she looked up at you. You looked to both family as you stood there looking at Steve’s grave for a little while longer. Soon, Buck and Sam came along to pay their respects to their best friend ns see you, Logan and the kids. You all stayed there for a while longer before heading to Sam’s place for a Barbeque. You packed up all the pictures and flag before heading out, leaving the flowers behind. One last time, you look back at the headstone and smiled before leaving with your family.

“Happy Memorial Day, Bro.”

[awesamcozy]

i think peggy being alive in winter soldier and her dying in civil war was like fine but i HATED that he went back in time i wouldve rather he died instead of tony it wouldve made way more fucking sense to write him out of the movies like that and they couldve kept their little bittersweet dance scene at the end implying theyre both dead and meeting again in the afterlife or some fucking shit like that. like peggy's life aside i do NOT believe that steve would go back in time KNOWING BUCKY IS BEING TORTURED BY HYDRA AND DOING NOTHING ABOUT IT

LIKE LITERALLY FUCKING HOW. AND HOW WOULD BUCKY IN THE PRESENT FEEL KNWOIGN STEVE WIULDNT SAVE HIM EVEN IF HE KNEW LEIK COME ON BRO.

[styrofauxm]

this is part of why I really don't like AoS season 7 either (no hate if you do like it ofc, this is just one of my takes on it).

Agent Carter is Peggy's story after Steve goes into the ice. She has to get over him, and find who she is going to be going forward. And part of that is the clear set up of a romantic relationship with Daniel Sousa (not as a "she has to date someone" thing, but as a "her relationships are not defined by Steve Rogers" thing (also she and Sousa are cute)).

Only to have the bs that is Steve Rogers going back and getting with her.

And then AoS season 7 taking that a step further and having Sousa time travel to the future to be with Daisy (again, no hate to Dousy shippers I just do not like it). It feels like a weird ret con to explain away what happened to Sousa and Peggy's relationship after Steve went back in time.

People have been talking about an Agent Carter season 3 but it would have to include Steve Rogers and not Daniel Sousa, so what is even the point? The Peggy Carter show should be about Peggy Carter, not her relationships with men, and especially not Steve Rogers.

Or an Agents of Shield re-canonization, which also creates issues.

Before Endgame, I would be so pumped for either of those. But because the Russo Bros just HAD to put Steve with Peggy, my excitement is all but gone.

There're a lot of terrible conclusions to character arcs but I think one of the worst is Steve Rogers abandoning his duty so he could live a carefree life in the past in Avengers: Endgame.

Not only is it massively out-of-character for him, and raises a whole bunch of plot holes and uncomfortable implications, it also retroactively ruins the character of Peggy Carter.

[worstloki]

marvel accidentally created loki with depth and have been trying to take it back since

[hartigays]

just watched endgame (for the first time, so i know what canon i will reject in the future) and I gotta say: all those fancy ass weapons and bucky with his regular assault rifle? we love to see it

bucky and his regular assault rifle is the duo we deserved and i’m bitter that we didn’t get to see more of it (tbh there wasn’t much about endgame that i cared for besides bucky and his rifle and steve + mjölnir)

[aintmyjewelry]

i put on captain america: civil war and tell me why the fuck I always forget steve and sharon kiss-

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Bruce Banner: Apparently killing past Thanos created an alternate timeline in which he never got to snap at all. Sure, we don't live at that alternate timeline, but I guess they're happy over there.

Captain America: *adding "rescue Bucky" to the list of all the shit he's gonna do in the past* Interesting. You know what, I don't think we need to be that precise, just drop me off in the 1940s or thereabouts. Also, what happens if I just take off the bracelet?

[p0orbaby]

Birthday Barbecue

a/n: well this was supposed to be a drabble….. AWYWAY, I hope you enjoy what Tony was talking about when he mentioned his birthday celebrations.

warnings: 18+ SMUT, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, reader being a little shit, everyone grilling Wanda and r (friendly banter), language, alcohol

Word count: 2.5k

-

The sun had finally begun to set by the time you made it to the beach house. The weather had been unseasonably warm for the end of spring and Tony had decided last minute that he wanted to celebrate his birthday by the coast.

You pulled your grey Audi R8 into the driveway, seemingly ending the long line of high end vehicles as you parked behind Natasha’s black Corvette stingray. It wouldn’t be long until you had to trade in your sweet ride for a more family friendly car. But after copious amounts of begging and the added sweetener of lazy morning sex, wanda gave in and let you keep it for a little while longer.

“Wanda sweetheart, we’re here” you spoke quietly so as to not startle her awake. She had been exhausted as of late. The pregnancy had started to take a toll on her, something you were more than willing to accommodate for.

Her eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your touch against her bare arm. Her skin cool and covered in goosebumps from the air conditioning blowing for the better part of the four hour drive here.

“What time is it?” She said sleepily.

“Almost 8pm. Looks like everyone else is already here. Let’s get you settled inside then I can come back and get the bags”

You received a small nod in return. Wanda must’ve been a little discombobulated because she gave you an answer to a question you never asked. She was cute when she was tired.

Turning off the engine, you unbuckled your seatbelt and rushed around to the passenger side of the car. Wanda had already started to push the door open and swing her legs out when you grabbed onto her so she could plant her feet on the ground.

“I can stand on my own baby” she informed with a chuckle as you looped your arm around her waist, guiding her towards the door.

“I know, I just want to be close to you”

The sound of gravel crunched under both of your feet with each step closer to the house. It was either that or the roar of your engine that alerted someone of your presence. You were greeted by Steve leaning against the frame as you approached.

“Well I see you’ve still got the car. How did you manage that one? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten soft Wanda?”

“Shhh don’t let her hear you say that. She’ll change her mind and make me get rid” your hands came up to cover your wife’s ears in jest.

“My wife can be very persuasive when she wants to be. And my pregnancy hormones make it very hard to say no when she’s on her knees-“

“Alright, that’s enough of that. Get inside you before you embarrass Steve further” a blush crept up your neck whilst Wanda just chuckled and brushed past the blonde.

“You two seem to be in a good position. No pun intended” Steve stated once Wanda was out of earshot.

“I’ve got one word for you my friend. Therapy. Now, help me with the bags because if I don’t have an alcoholic beverage in my hand in the next five minutes, I’ll be telling Peggy about what went down between you and that blow up doll at my pre wedding party weekend”

“You wouldn’t dare. What about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? What about out bro code?”

“Let’s hope we don’t find out. And I’m not a bro, so you grab that case and scurry your little ass to the kitchen. I expect something heavy with liquor waiting for me when I get there”

It happened so fast that all you could do was laugh when, instead of grabbing the one case, he grabbed all your bags in one arm and lifted you with the other, running into the house at speed. He wasn’t taking any chances.

This weekend was going to be great.

-

“Nice of you two to finally join us. How’s the head Y/N, feeling fragile?”

“You did this to me, Stark. Your idea of a single measurement must be completely off”

“On the contrary, you’re just a lightweight”

The night before may have gotten a little out of hand. Steve had mixed you a drink as promised but Tony had decided it was a good idea to crack open some vintage whiskey he kept aside for the occasion. The next thing you know you’re swimming in the sea in your clothes with no recollection of how you got there.

“Oh and make sure someone reminds me to soundproof the guest rooms in the near future” he added nonchalantly as he flipped the bacon that was frying in the pan in front of him.

“And why would you need to do that Tony?” Your question automatic as you searched the fridge for something other than beer or whatever milk alternative Pepper was raving about this month.

“Because next time I have guests such as yourselves, I don’t want to hear you fucking eachother through the walls. Wanda, who would’ve thought you’d be into such freaky stuff”

The orange juice you had somehow found and started to guzzle down desperately sprayed out of your mouth all over the inside of the fridge and down your chin.

Wanda, who had taken it upon herself to start cleaning up some of the mess from last night, stopped in her tracks and turned completely red at the thought of people hearing the pair of you being intimate.

“Yeah Wands” Natasha joined in as she entered the kitchen with Bucky in tow. “I didn’t peg you as a daddy kink type of person”

Great, now everyone seemed to be joining the party.

“Can you, I don’t know, shut the fuck up? Just a suggestion”

“Oh come on Y/N, you’re amongst friends. Wanda, give us the details. How’s your wife the sack? No, don't tell us. I bet she ‘feels so fucking good’”

The room erupted into laughter at Bucky’s impersonation of Wanda in the throes of passion.

“Aaaand look at that, I suddenly hate all of you. Come on babe, let’s leave these children to laugh at our expense”. You walked over and grabbed her hand, leading her back out of the room. The laughter behind you only getting louder.

-

“Right, who wants burgers?”

It was mid afternoon when you all decided it was time to head out to the deck and get started on lunch.

“You want a burger baby?” You whispered into Wanda’s ear, brushing your lips against her neck as she sat curled in your lap on one of the deck chairs.

“We could share? I’m not that hungry. I had a big breakfast”

Wanda wasn’t wrong about those pregnancy hormones. The woman was insatiable. The second you got back upstairs she was all over you like a rash. Dropping to her knees in front of you as soon as the door clicked shut. At least this time you were able to keep your noises down to a minimum.

She did have a big breakfast indeed.

“Me and Wanda will have one between us” you shouted over to Clint as he stood in Tony’s lended ‘kiss the cook’ apron at the grill.

“Only half each after last night? The pair of you need to keep your strength up after that much cardio”.

“Who’s side are you on Pepper? I thought you were one of the good ones” Wanda quipped, narrowing her eyes at Pepper in the process.

“Oooh wee, my girl is feisty today. Pep get over here and give me kiss”

“Oh so it’s alright for you to kiss but when we do it it’s the subject of conversation for the whole weekend?”

“There’s kissing, then making a porno in Tony’s spare room!”

“Stay out of this Clint. Or I’ll stick that spatula where the sun don’t shine”

“Well we all know your great at sticking things in places”

Jesus Christ was it ever going to end?

-

Once again the sun had decided to bless you with the warmth of its rays. Even so late in the day the heat was strong. So you decided to have another swim in the sea. Sober this time of course.

However getting in the sea meant getting into your swimsuit. Which also meant your wife ogling you as you walked towards the water.

“Earth to Wanda”

“Sorry, did you say something?”

Wanda and Natasha had decided to spend their time sunbathing on the loungers. Natasha too full to move and Wanda too achy to do much other than sit and stare at you.

“You’re unbelievable. You’re not even trying to hide it anymore”

“Hide what? That I love my wife?”

“No, that you want to jump her bones every second of the day” a chuckle left Natasha’s lips right before she took a sip of her cocktail.

“Don't act like you don’t think that about Bucky?”

“Oh I never said I didn’t, but at least I’m abit more low-key about it”

Wanda turned her head away from her friend to catch you diving into the water. Mind reeling at the sight of your muscles tensing as you jumped into the waves.

“I have needs, Nat. I have needs and she gives me what I want”

“I bet she does”

A beat passed in relative silence. The pair of them basking in the sun, enjoying the sound of the waves before them. That was before the calm was broken by you shouting at Wanda from the ocean.

“Babe! Baby! Come swim with me. I miss you!”

Normally Wanda would object. She wasn’t a water body at all and she didn’t feel like having to wash her again once it was plagued with salt water. But it was her holiday too, so she might as well enjoy it while she was here.

So she stood from the lounger, a little less gracefully than she would’ve hoped, and excused herself before she wandered towards you. The sand warm on her feet.

“If you dunk my head under the water, I won’t be very happy” she informed as she paddled in the shallow waves hitting the shore. It was warmer than she had anticipated

“Normally I’d be tempted, but I’ve got better ideas”

“And what are those? I’m not racing you to the end of the pier and back again. You definitely cheated last time”

The water finally reached her shoulders as she swam up towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck as you held her in place.

“How dare you accuse me of such a foul thing” you feigned offence at her comment, knowing full well that you most definitely did cheat your way to the finish line that day. It was Wanda’s fault for wearing a strappy bikini top. You told her time and time again, one pull and she’d flash the whole beach. It was only fair that you showed her you were right.

You’d made it to the end before she’d even got the fabric back around her torso.

“So are you going to tell me what you’ve got planned. Or have I just hobbled all the way over here for no reason?”

The look you gave her made her stomach drop. A keenness in your eye that she knew all too well.

“I saw the way you were looking at me Wanda”. the hands that rested on the back of her thigh travelled slowly towards the soft tissue of her ass.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh I think you do. I know you get a blush creep over your chest when you’re turned on. And I don’t think it’s just the sun getting you all hot and bothered”

You dipped your head to suck on the soft flesh that sat between her neck and shoulder. Causing Wanda to hold back a moan as you licked across the skin to soothe the area. The taste of her perfume light against your tongue.

“You must not know me very well then, because that doesn’t sound like me at all” her voice was strained as she tried to keep some composure.

“Hmm, doesn’t it? So you wouldn’t like it if I touched you here then?”

Your hand trailed from her ass around to the front of her body. Fingers finding her nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Tweaking it ever so slightly.

“Nope, not at all”

“Or here?” Your movements travelled south as you found her heat, pushed the underwear aside and brushed over her with a teasing intent.

“I- you- , I think you should- fuck”

“I can always stop? Because you said you didn’t like it after all”

“Don’t you fucking dare” her voice now laced with desperation as your fingers ghosted ever so lightly where she needs you the most.

“Can you be quiet this time? The waves are loud but you do have a set of lungs on you. And we don’t want everyone hearing how much of a slut you are for the the second time in 24 hours”

“I can be quiet” her response quick. Rushed. Strained even.

“Good”

Your fingers plunged into her then. Guided in by her wetness and held there by her tightness. She was always so ready for you. Pride bloomed in your chest at the thought.

Once settled with the feeling of you inside her, you started the slow touchrous movements you had planned. Soft thrusts in and out with a curl of your fingers every so often. Building her up with a leisurely pace guaranteed to leave her breathless and quivering.

Her hips bucked as the heel of your hand pressed against her clit. Relieving some of the pressure between her thighs. Even so, it wasn’t enough. The throbbing was getting more intense and she needed you to do your worst.

“Baby, please. I need to cum”

“I’ve barely even started and you’re already at the edge. Did this morning ruin you that much?”

Before you could carry on your administrations with even more vigor, a voice from the shore pulled you briefly out of your bubble.

“We’re about to cut the cake so get yourself out and dry if you want a slice. We’re not saving you any of you take too long”

Bucky’s deep voice boomed across the distance separating the group on the beach and the two of you in the water.

“You hear that baby, they’re going to cut the cake without us”

“I don’t care, I’m so close”

“We don’t want to miss out on it though so do we?. You know how Tony gets when he’s not the centre of attention”

The mischievous grin on your lips did nothing to quell the burning desire in Wanda’s stomach. Especially when she knew what that meant. Her suspicions were confirmed when you untangled her legs from your waist and removed your digits from her velvety walls. Causing her to clench around nothing.

“Last one to the house has to bottom for a whole month” you hollered before she could even register that you were swimming away. Water splashing in her face as you kicked your legs propelling you forwards.

“You little shit, get back here and finish what you started!”

“No can do baby. The cake awaits!”

[bucky-h0e]

Yes, I used Lilo and Stitch to quote the family that Bucky makes in this fanfic. Honestly, I think it just fits them so well.

There is a taglist, just respond if you'd like to be added! These are headcannons and scenarios revolving around Bucky and Human! Alpine. I'll be used she/her pronouns for the character and there will be a vague description of her in some scenarios.

Enjoy the series!

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How Bucky Met Alpine

It all started when Steve went back to Peggy. Steve was Bucky's family and now he was on his own.

He and Sam worked together sure, but that didn't mean there wasn't any tension there.

They definitely weren't on the level of living together, so Bucky found a place in Brooklyn after he got is pardon.

Quiet, the landlord didn't ask a lot of questions, cheap. It was perfect.

Almost perfect.

There was one neighbour that seemed to annoy him, though they'd never really talked before hand.

They lived opposite each other, so it was a surprise they hadn't seen each other before when Bucky was viewing the place

He'd seen a glimpse of her on moving day, lugging boxes onto his floor and dumping them inside the open door of the apartment.

On his second, maybe third run up from Sam's car - not that there was actually that much to move in - the lift had been occupied so instead he went up the stairs.

He was a super soldier, it's not like it would tire him out too bad.

Walking through he door, he caught a glimpse of his neighbour.

A young woman, maybe 21? 22? Long hair, wearing an all white outfit

In New York? That was brave.

She kicked the door closed behind her before he got a better look at her but he didn't care, he was more annoyed at the fact he had a young neighbour.

he didn't know if he'd be able to handle loud music and parties every night

he was stereotyping of course he knew that but he couldn't help it

a young girl living on her own with absolutely no parental watch, you just know there's going to be some sort of rebellious action

little did he know, his neighbour was a social recluse

and very

VERY

nosey

so nosey in fact that whenever she hears Bucky's door go, she's up and looking through her peephole wondering what the fuck is going on

she's bored and this is her only form of entertainment because how does this man function

she never sees a lot of groceries, never sees any takeout's delivered to his place, and only ever sees him with his friend or with Yori

and yes, of course she knows Yori

they gossip together on the weekends when they do their laundry at the local laundromat

but she knew who he was, knew who James Barnes used to be, what he used to do, who he lost

she knew he was on his own

like her

so, why couldn't they be on their own together?

she had watched him adapt his life from war to peace, and felt bad that he had no one to talk to about it

yeah she was a kid but she wanted to help her neighbour

she just couldn't figure out how to interact with him

not like she could just knock on his door and say "hey you have trauma and I have trauma lets bond over trauma together"

that would just be way too mentions of trauma

she could say "hey I've been watching you for a couple of weeks and you seem just as depressed as me lets be best friends"

but that would more than likely end up with a door slammed in her face and a restraining order

luck was on her side when one day, her pizza was delivered to the wrong address

she'd been waiting for an hour, normally she wouldn't have even gotten it delivered, she would have gone out to get it herself but the poor baby has a cold

fuck going out

she heard the knocking on the door and couldn't help but get to her feet and look out the peephole at the two people in the hallway

she may be on deaths door but she'll be damned if she doesn't know what on earth is happening right outside her door

"Yeah this ain't mine"

"bro c'mon just pay for the pizza, my boss will kill me if I get this delivery wrong"

"it's not mine, i'm not paying for it."

opening the door she grins because finally

her pizza is here

and she can interact with the Bucky Barnes

"it's mine"

she tried to seem cool

really she did but there's only so much you can do when your face is all red, snot dripping down her nose and her hair in a greasy messed up bun at the top of her head

the pair looked at her and she handed the delivery boy the money, sniffing hard as he left

"...."

"...."

neither of them had closed their door, neither of them had spoken

somehow they had gotten into a staring competition

it's really no wonder because we know Bucky loves those

but Alpine was STUGGLING

"Why are you staring"

"...."

"Dude seriously"

"...."

"Okay you're making me sweat, can you stop?"

she starts panicking and opens her pizza box to stuff her face, not taking her eyes of him

"See what you're making me do? Stress eat. this is all you, i can't stop staring- will you just blink?!"

she felt like she was in an interrogation

like all her deepest darkest secrets would come out

and some of them did

"OH MY GOD FINE I STOLE THE COUPONS FROM MRS GALWAY'S MAILBOX BUT SHE DOESNT EVEN EAT SHREDDIES SO IT DOESNT MATTER"

what

the fuck

bucky can't help the quirk upwards his mouth does, a small chuckle leaving his mouth before he can stop it

"This is really uncool of you man, why are you laughing at my MISFORTUNE"

"you steal coupons i don't think you can really talk about being 'uncool' kid"

This girl all but choked on the pizza slice she'd been stress eating

Bucky Barnes just called her uncool

the

audacity

"I am the coolest person in this building"

"you just confessed to to theft"

"so?"

"i didn't even say anything to you"

silence

braincells hard at work trying to reply

"....I-..... shut up"

"What's your name kid?"

"You called me uncool, you don't get to know my name"

she turns and closes the door, Bucky laughs and does the same

they managed to somehow bump into each other even more after that, with Bucky asking if she stole anymore coupons and Alpine challenging him (and losing) to staring contests

it always ends with her telling him to fuck off and closing the door annoyed that he wins

does he get paid to stare or something

she practices in the mirror because god dammit she will win one of these days

she loses to her reflection

how is it's even possible she doesn't know

but she swears at that mirror every day for a week after

he still asks for her name, she still doesn't give it

annoyed that he called her uncool and hasn't even apologised for it

or taken it back

"Seiously, I can't keep calling you kid, you gotta have a name"

"I'm not telling you my name, you'll just have to guess."

too much effort

with a frown he shrugs

"Fine, I guess I'll just call you.... Alpine"

"You just named me like I was your pet, shocking behaviour Sarge."

That was when he realised she knew who he was

she knew who he was

and still talked to him

he can't help but keep his distance after that

but, she keeps watching him nonetheless, making sure he's looking after himself

he still doesn't eat properly, she thinks

and it annoys her

if he starves to death before she wins a staring competition

she will kill him

it all came to a boiling point when he came home, mumbling angrily about his therapy session and about having no food in the fridge because he was too annoyed to go to the store after the session

his door slammed close and she stopped for a minute

she'd never seen him that angry

so, with all the determination a 21 year old can muster to care for a 106 year old

she cooked him dinner

it was simple, she'd say if he asked

she'd cooked to much

that old cliche

but in reality, she had no idea what she was doing

in the end she made some sort of chicken fried rice

it wasn't much but it would do

when Bucky heard the knocking on his door he contemplated not even answering

probably a lost delivery boy

when it happened again

and again

and again

until

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD?!"

a genuinely panicked screech from the hallway

groaning he opened the door and stared at the girl, catching her hand before she could bang on the door again

"You're very persistent"

"YOU'RE ALIVE THANK GOD"

she nearly went to hug him, but he stopped her by putting a hand on her forehead, keeping her at a distance

"You're a weird kid"

"Shut up and come eat dinner with me, I made too much"

and he would have said no

but she looked genuinely upset at the fact she thought he was dead, a hand resting on her heart

"..."

"i'm taking silence as a yes."

with that she grabs his arm and drags him to her apartment, barely letting him close the door

Whilst she went about sorting out their dinner, serving it up and getting them some drinks

in the meantime, Bucky took a look around, awkwardly, as you do

it was a normal apartment for someone living in their 20s. Not too clean but not too messy, nothing indecent thrown around the place. a few empty cans but that was it

mail on the counter in the hall

Bucky took a chance and glanced at it, maybe he could get her name if he just looked

Alpine

what the fuck

"What are you doing?"

man drops the letter and looks like a deer caught in headlights for about three seconds, looking at the grinning girl

wait- grinning?

"You're a bit late sarge, I looked at your mail the first day you moved in."

what

the

fuck

"You looked at my mail?"

"You can't exactly talk now can you? now come on, foods up."

they sat and ate the dinner she cooked together, talking and getting to know each other, teasing about the fact she thought he was dead

it was nice

it felt like... he had Steve back

he had a family

but he couldn't help his curiosity

"You aren't... scared of me?"

she shrugs

"You could have broken my whole damn arm when i tried to hug you earlier, you're not a monster Sargent Barnes. I trust you"

there it was, the words he'd always needed to hear

you are not a monster

he nods silently, looking up at her as she takes their dishes to put in the sink

"Hey kid?"

"yeah old man?"

"You're pretty cool, y'know that"

"..."

"Nice try, I'm sticking with Alpine"

"Damn it"

[heli0s-writes]

i need to discuss something with you i need the Helios opinion

i feel like… Steve is not believable as a life partner. I don’t know why I can see him cheating or more likely just not completely engaged with you as time goes on.

you will never come first. it will always be his commitment to some duty or righteous battle or his mind just being so far away. I can’t help but see him that way but I don’t want to he’s my greatest comfort please help

Especially when considering how they did his character in Endgame, I completely understand why you feel that way!

I split MCU Steve into 2 versions. The Endgame one is the archetypal Cap.-- so imo he would be duty first, honor first, big-picture humanity first. He is the Steve who is so rigid in his character that going back to Peggy makes sense. He ultimately becomes a caricature of himself so his world only works in extremes. This boy would 100% grow distant with you. You’re not his apple pie narrative, nor are you the embodiment of all humanity-- whatever.

Pre-Endgame Steve fought the government for Bucky. He went prison break on super jail island. He dumped being a shiny lil Avenger for being a fugitive because he would eat shit before he let them cuff his friends. He is soooooooo fucking loyal, bro. This Steve fucks. This Steve eats ass. This Steve gets pegged. King.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@lunarcovestarters

(don't mind me doing a new kind of choose your own adventure starter - choose the character you want to reply to)

Option A: Bells

"I said it's mine!" Bells exclaimed as she yanked the Chanel bag she had been clutching onto for dear life as hard as she could away from the other shopper whose grubby little fingers had the audacity to touch the purse she had so clearly already claimed. Only not realizing how much strength she had these days, still being new to the whole vampire thing, Bella's doe eyes widened in surprise as she watched the aggressive shopper go flying back a few feet. "Well I'll be damned," Bells let out a low whistle under her breath before helplessly glancing to the left and right of her as if look for guidance as to how to handle the situation. What to do after you've accidentally flung someone across the room wasn't exactly in her field of expertise. But, when now seething shopper began to pull themselves back up onto their feet. Bells turned to the person beside her as she told them, "Run? Run, I think we should run, right now. Want to make a break for the register?"

Option B: Leyla

After shutting down the Daily Drip Booth over at the Farmer's Market for the day, Leyla figured she'd cut through Peggy's parking lot on the way home. She had always had a love for rollerskating herself and figure she might as well get to enjoy some of the other festivities before getting changed to go let off some lanterns. Only what she hadn't been anticipating was one Peggy's employee whom had never been on roller skates in their life before barreling towards another unsuspecting skater at full speed. "Watch out!" Leyla exclaimed as she rushed forwards, only for the rogue waitress to end up barreling into her instead. "Oomph," She exclaimed as she was knocked straight down onto her back. "Oww," She groaned out as she laid there, now blinking up at the ceiling. "I really can't catch a break, can I?" She mumbled out to herself only to turn to the person who she had just saved from being narrowly knocked down. "You okay?"

Option C: Jasmine

"Whoa, hey, if this is about a refund, I don't know what to tell you? You went paid for the tour, you went on the tour and if you didn't read the fine print that states the Ghost Bros Extravaganza is publicity stunt to tease our grand opening than that's on you," Jas called out over her shoulder as she heard the footsteps of one of the tour goers approaching.

[roe-sesandthorns]

super salty thoughts about Dr. Strange MoM, spoilers + rant under the cut  warnings: spoilers, duh. really long. not very complimentary. 

did wanda face no consequences for what happened in westview? legitimate question cause i haven’t seen it and only know the plot + story through osmosis. I thought this was the point of the accords and the oversight and the damn civil war.

it physically makes me puke to hear mcu refer to themselves as earth-616 like no. sweeetie, sit back down, ok? you’re earth-1999999  

they went to one other universe, it was a huge waste of potential BUT I can excuse that cause I understand the limitations from a storytelling/runtime/budget pov but still, disappointing 

ok I loved peggy as the first avenger, monica rambeau as captain marvel, and it’s always a pleasure to see patrick stewart and the inclusion of black bolt was cool (idk if he’s been in other marvel media before but that was my first time seeing him)   

but and that’s a big but, the scene where wanda takes on the illuminati and bodies reed + black bolt and then proceeds to fight peggy + monica felt... off. 

like did they remove the two male members deliberately cause? is it sexist? is it a very shallow, trite attempt at #girlbossing? whatever it was, it felt cheap and weird. and completely disrespectful to all those heroes. especially professor x.

ok, i get it, wanda is supposed to be the Big Bad but the way the superheroes in the mcu become totally powerless in other people’s movies just rubs me weird. like she took barely 30 secs to demolish the entire team. and these are the supposed leaders of the illuminati

why the fuck did wanda of earth-834 or whatever have powers? did she have the same arc as mcu-wanda (i’m not using 616 to describe mcu people cause hell no). but then everything in this world was completely different so how does it compute that this wanda had powers and a normal life. did she have her kids with vision? where was vision? if he died like in infinity war then why was this wanda mentally stable? like what changed?   

why the fuck did stephen from the incursion universe and mcu-stephen have the same damn backstory of both having a sister who died? like how is that something that is constant in multiverses? or was it just a lucky coninkydink? 

i have a lot more, but basically i hate their treatment of the multiverse. i think i prefer any other fanfic writer writing about the multiverse cause they do it so much better. 

i’m not even surprised they tried to give wanda a redemption through death/sacrifice arc cause she changed her mind in the last 2 minutes of the film; disappointed but not surprised. 

like girlie has not even redeemed herself for westview, instead she went full on evil supervillain 

fuck off with the “heartwarming” music and there is NO reason for christine to ask after wanda with concern (other than the fact that christine is amazing and a saint and i love her) but contextually she should’ve been like “the scarlet witch?” (scared shitless) 

also, basically, moral of the whole story: stephen strange can only be happy if he has christine in his life. which seems toxic af, like bro. y’all broke up YEARS ago. you tell her at her wedding that you wish she was still with you, or imply it at least. I would’ve decked him if I were her. Like Christine you’re a saint. I mean you invite your friend (whom you dated a long while back) to your wedding and want to introduce him to your husband and he’s like “im sowwy i miss you” like fuck the fuck off, stephen strange, you ass. don’t make this day about you. 

also can we please kill with fire the idea that you need a relationship to be happy. like, srsly. the whole movie reiterates that if he only “got the girl”, he’d be happy, like no honey. go to therapy. find happiness within you. and in others around you. relationships are amazing and i can totally get pining over Chrsitine cause goddamn i’m doing it too, brother, but really. she’s not gonna fix you or fix your life. i want to engrave kate winslet’s speech from eternal sunshine onto the marvel headquarters entrance cause fuck u marvel. 

another beef with the multiverse, no stephen ever dated anyone other than christine? like my dudes, prime opportunity to really explore just how different the universes are, i mean, come on! 

additionally, it makes the ending seem like a queer ending with stephen and wong reiterating their love for e/o and continuing their cohabitation as they raise their teenage adoptive daughter together. like maybe marvel is saying queer-platonic relationships and aro-ace rights. (hahahahhahah as IF.) 

america chavez was the only ray of hope and the only good thing about this movie and that’s only because her character hasn’t had the time to be handled by 12 different pairs of hands and the mouse overlords’ meddling

also can i just say, 0 character growth all around, great job, guys! 

also also, did i miss an entire movie where mordo goes after stephen? no, so that was just supposed to be one of those things that happened in the interim that we just know because of dialogue. great. so, no emotional arc for stephen having to fight mordo, for the clash of their philosophies, for the consequences of stephen’s actions. 

wait, speaking of consequences, what the fuck were stephen’s consequences for no way home? did he have any? he almost fucked up the entire world on a teenager’s say so. like. i mean. it ended ok but ?????

some technical things: the score was overpowering, there was no room to breathe between moments, the effects gave me a damn headache, and there were some weird transitions thrown in that just felt.... one-note. one or two were cool from a story telling point of view but otherwise it was just. meh.  

tldr; the whole mcu is just like, “consequences? don’t know her” and the mcu multiverse is bland, convenience-based, arbitrary, and boring. also, this wasn’t a dr. strange movie, this was a “look shiny cgi, shiny multiverse, isn’t this fight scene cool? omg that’s professor x, look people from other marvel movies/media! how cool!, we’re self-referential! and COOL!” mess