#autistic bucky

[chaoticamelay]

autistic bucky barnes learning to mask from a very young age and then later once he is free from hydra, he has to mourn that even the person he was before he went to war wasn't real

[lavenderbuckyy]

Stucky Week Day 7: Disability

I love you, Steve signs. Then again. He places his hand to his heart, then holds it up, tucking in his thumb. I love you, Bucky.

Bucky's storm-grey eyes are clear. He raises his fist for 'S' and lets his hand, fingers splayed, make an arc across his chest. Steve.

Steve is a Deaf artist. Bucky is a bookworm who's non-verbal autistic. When they meet, they find that nobody else understands them quite like the other does.

A very late fill for @stucky-week's final free prompt!

Disclaimer: I'm not Deaf/HOH myself! A big thanks to @littlemidnightnothings for letting me ask questions about Steve and Bucky's name signs and for consulting your friend on it :) Your help meant so much!

Bucky's name sign is a combination of the sign for 'B' and a reference to the heart. It's meant to reference his kind heart and the name Bucky :)

Steve's is a combination of the sign for 'S' and the sign for 'sunshine'. Steve's ma gave him his sign name — it's meant to allude to how she calls him "sunshine boy" in the comics and includes S for Steve :)

I got the signs from handspeak.com so please let me know if any are wrong!

[beecanons]

better yet Loki or Bucky (marvel) with autism reader :3333

loki and bucky with an autistic reader!

loki~

doesnt fully understand it at first but once you explain a little about neurodivergences he catches on and will probably make a comparison to something from asgard

does all the research on it, learns what midgard knows about this and gets frustrated with the history of mistreatment and such.

has no shame in admitting he's learning about it just for you. but will ask you dont go around telling people about this side of him, especially dont mention it to thor or he'll never hear the end of it.

very observant of your behaviours, stims, sensitivities and preferences.

"dont pick that one, love, it has a texture you dislike" "..i warned you"

he will do whatever he can to help you with a meltdown, he has outlets for his own anger so hes more than ready to help you find outlets to avoid hurting yourself.

you spend hours talking, especially about interests. he's happy to have someone to talk with and listen to him and is more than happy to listen to you rant and ramble about your special interests

will summon a stim or texture object for you to fidget with if you need.

need to sit in a quiet place and de-stim? he'll find a dimly lt corner and sit with you, maybe read to you if you'd like.

extremely respectful of boundaries, listens when you struggle and does what he can to help be it communication or otherwise

pays attention to your ques when you need or cant stand physical touch.

if anything makes you insecure he'll compliment you on it or avoid comments on it if you prefer.

Bucky~

a little slow with wrapping his head around it, came from a time where there was a lot of stigma around high support needs autistic folk so he might have some things to unlearn and a lot of new stuff to learn.

tries his best to memorise your sensitivities and preferences but will mix a few things up.

off handedly remembers a lot of details you dont expect him to catch onto, especially when it comes to how you communicate.

will come up with nicknames based on comparing your behaviours he finds cute with certain animals who have the same behaviours.

if you like organizing things hes a mess and never remembers where you put things and has to ask every time because hes used to chaotic order.

picks up on your stims and even starts doing a few himself without realizing.

"hey, fruit bat, where'd the keys go?" "...obviously by the door, right"

loves going to the movies with you but makes sure you get a good seat in the back not too close to the speakers or too close/far from the screen so you arent over stimulated.

stops wearing cologne because youre sensitive to scents and he doesnt want to give you a headache

need something cold/smooth to calm down/relax? you can hold onto his metal arm

isnt sure how to handle your meltdowns but does what he can to help you, breaths with you if you need it maybe even has you rest your head on his chest to help you calm down when its over.

[mooonbae]

[ my favorite neurodivergent coded characters 13/♾️ ]

[logansgaar]

Autistic Bucky Barnes stims & other headcanons part 1/?

Likes the feeling of having a stubble, but can't stand being clean shaven or having facial hair that's too long. He particularly likes how the stubble feels when he scrunches his face up

Face scrunching and otherwise exaggerated expressions, this one's newer since he broke the Winter Soldier conditioning, he likes being expressive with his face now he doesn't have to be a stone mask

The sound of his hair over his metal hand, he'll sit just listening to his metal fingers swishing through his hair over and over. It's almost imperceivable to average hearing, but it's just the right volume to his enhanced hearing

Can't have things covering his lower face the way his old Winter Soldier mask used to, it makes him feel like he can't feel his face anymore/can't move it (related to the facial scrunching stim). He outright refused to wear something similar in Madripoor and it took some arguing with Zemo that he could convincingly be the Soldier without it

Hand flexing and palpating, includes shifting the plates around on his metal arm even when he doesn't need to calibrate it

He's the Too Much Eye-Contact type of autistic and knows it. He gets frustrated and overwhelmed when he's pestered about it too much because he really doesn't know what to do or what people expect him to do about it. Sometimes he feels like he's not even allowed to look at people since they seem to think he can't do that right, but he can't not look either because that's rude

Similar to the face scrunching, Bucky likes to fidget on purpose, not because he's restless. He likes to just move his body or posture as if to remember he can move and move whenever he likes, he's not frozen and he's not under commands to be still

Can't stand the feel of polystyrene or PVC and will reflexively smack his hand on something nearby whenever he feels them. He's broken a lot of things so he's trained himself to at least smack his vibranium arm and not breakable furniture or walls

Also hates fabric over his metal arm, if he can he prefers to have it exposed because the sound of different fabrics over the metal grates wrong

His strongest sense his is sense of smell, particular smells that calm him are gunpowder, pancake batter and woody, deep smells. His tolerance for people is slightly dependant on how agreeable he finds their natural scent and has a strong preference for rich earthy, grounded smells. Shuri, T'Challa and Peter in particular have the Best Scents but he can't really place why. People who smell more like space/not-of-Earth (like Wanda, Thor, Doctor Strange, the Guardians, Bruce, Carol etc) have unsettling Nope Scents, again he can't put into words what it is. The only Guardians he doesn't mind the scents of are Rocket and Groot.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Autistic Steve Rogers my beloved 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Steve who just thought he was different. He didn’t really care too much, too worried about the fact that his body was constantly failing, the money that wasn’t there that needed to be there, the fact that his Momma was gettin’ sicker by the day. Who cares that he can’t understand most of the other kids at school.

Then, he wakes up. His baby’s gone, his life is gone. And for some reason, he still ain’t got a clue how to talk to people. He sorta thought Erskine would fix that, but… maybe be don’t need fixing?

Sometimes he hates being this way. When he does press conferences and has to wear special contacts that Tony designed so that the lights don’t get to him so much, and the earplugs (also Tony) that make it so he processes noise better. During said press conferences, he has to have Nat next to him to basically translate. He feels like he’s crazy some days. A lot of days. 

Other times, he wants to cry over the stupidest things. Why do the tags on my clothes feel like claws? Why does the taste of a certain food make him want to crawl out of his skin? Why can’t he be normal?!

Bucky comes back, and Steve clings to him. Bucky knows, Bucky understands. Bucky knows that sometimes physical touch drives him up the wall, and that sometimes he craves being hugged until it feels like he’s being crushed. Bucky doesn’t judge him when he can’t make eye contact, when he has to hole up under piles of covers because the world is too much. Instead, Bucky just makes him his favorite food, gives him his big headphones and weighted blanket, and holds him tight if he feels up to it.

Steve Rogers, who shows little kids like him that it does get better, and that they’ll be okay. 

No, but there really is something about Steve that makes so much sense when compared to the signs and experience of autism!!

(Also, generally, that's something I love so bad about Steve's arc and character. You can apply so many lenses to him and see his story as an allegory for so many different things. Queerness especially.)

"Steve who just thought he was different. He didn’t really care too much, too worried about the fact that his body was constantly failing, the money that wasn’t there that needed to be there, the fact that his Momma was gettin’ sicker by the day. Who cares that he can’t understand most of the other kids at school."

YES

I agree wholeheartedly that he doesn't need fixing. However, when he first wakes to the future, he probably just brushes it off because it's been so many years. Of course, he can't talk to people! There's nothing going on with him. It's an excuse to bury the tugging feeling of being different that he sometimes hates so much 🙃

Ooh, and that's so interesting--the contacts and earplugs. I'm always so intrigued to think about Steve's hyperattuned senses and those being affected by his autism, too, would, I can only be imagine, make shit like press conferences practically agonizing. Sandpaper against his skin. Special contacts and covert earplugs would probably do him a lot of good!

Speaking of Steve's superhero responsibilities interacting with his autism in layers, I bet those sensory overload/texture issues/clothing sensitivities get so much worse post-mission when he's adrenaline crashing. And now I'm picturing him crying and twisting violently around to rip himself out of his cap suit, and I just hurt my own feelings. Oof.

But Bucky being back, yes!

Bucky understands, and it's enough for Steve. And, maybe, if you're thinking that Steve has no idea why he works the way he does since he probably wouldn't've been diagnosed in the 20s, he could encourage him to seek a diagnosis. I enjoy the headcanons that Bucky, being a science nerd, would adapt to modern technology faster, so maybe he finds online others' experiences with autism or whatnot? And I get that being diagnosed is controversial within neurodivergent communities, but I do imagine having a formal one, as a national icon, would have profound ripple affects on Americans and Steve might seek it out, if not for understanding himself, then for the greater good and lessening of stigma. Exactly what you wrote-!

"Steve Rogers, who shows little kids like him that it does get better, and that they’ll be okay."

I hadn't read that yet when I wrote about him being an example, lol, but great minds think alike.

Anyway, yes! Thank you very much for the thoughts <3

P.S. I think you'd like these @turtle-steverogers posts about autistic Steve Rogers here and here

[goldrshr]

me at any social event ever

[turtle-steverogers]

thinking about autistic steve / steve with sensory overload regarding sound, and how he, in the 21st century, starts walking around the tower and his friends with noise cancelling headphones and earplugs to make noise a little more bearable to him. and it takes the other avengers to understand that he can still hear them through whatever's covering his ears, that how good his hearing has become. going from being basically deaf on one ear to great hearing in a very short time makes steve struggle a lot.

i imagine steve really finding comfort in clint and nat, who teach him some sign so they can sit in peace and quiet and have conversations. he also finds a companion in clint, who 100% gets him when it comes to people not understanding why clint turns off his hearing aids sometimes to just. not have to hear so much. just being allowed to rest.

"the world of hearing and noises is exhausting, man."

"yeah.. yeah, it really is."

Autistic Stevie my beloved!!!!

I really love the thought of Clint and him connecting that way, and Clint offering a wordless refuge, or maybe being able to spot before anyone else when Steve is getting overstimulated, because he knows that pinched expression, knows the way Steve is twitching his head every few seconds, overwhelmed, and he will privately sign a little reminder to him to put on his earplugs, or that maybe it's time for his headphones.

I also love the thought of Bucky coming back and learning all of these things about Steve in the context of his autism? Like things he used to just think of "Steve things" actually having a traceable explanation and things he can do to help accommodate Steve when he needs an extra hand!! Bucky always used to carry little helping hand things for Steve, like a sketchbook and some pencils, but now that includes some earplugs and headphones.

Also Bucky giving Steve squeezes when he's overwhelmed >>>>>

[parisiterileymoon]

Someone PLEASE send me a story request my inbox is dry as a desert

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

I'd love to know more about the Bucky x autistic reader fic <3

This is such a pet project of mine to the point that I'm definitely overthinking it now and I just need to get it finished and posted.

I started it to help me work through my feelings while I waited for my assesment, and it's been so long I've had my diagnosis! It's very much based on my own experiences of being autistic and never feeling that I'm reaching the goals that everyone around me has set on my behalf. (But this has a soft fluffy ending).

It's called Let The Rain Fall and it follows Bucky learning about a talented agent who is still on desk duty, never really been in the field and doesn't go on missions. Determined to help her reach what he deems is her full capacity he befriends her and encourages her out from behind her desk.

She is our autistic reader, she much prefers being in charge of mission reports from the comfort of her office but, when disaster strikes, she steps in and is forced to reveal the full extent of her talents.

As Bucky gets to know her he starts to understand her more and more and they get closer and closer.

Little snippet under the cut, all SFW!

Bucky wasn’t sure he’d ever had such a nice time waiting in the jet. He was often resigned to babysitting the Avengers’ jet, car, boat, whenever there was actual teaching to be done. He didn’t mind so much, it gave him the space to read his books, listen to some music or catch up on all the history he’d either missed or inadvertently been a part of. 

But today you were there too, and your presence brought him a sense of calm that had truly surprised him. 

“Make yourself at home.” He insisted, gesturing to the spare seat. 

“Thanks.” You sat carefully.

“I mean it, make yourself comfortable, we’ll be here for a while. You want a drink?” Cautiously you tucked your legs up, crossing them on the seat. Your boots were clean, immaculate even, worn only through the compound and into the hanger this morning, but you were careful to keep them as far off the seat as you could anyway. 

Bucky poured coffee from a large flask tucked into the side of his seat and topped it off with a generous helping of milk. 

“That’s just how I like it.”

He smiled, wide and pleased, “I asked around, wanted to make sure you enjoy your first mission.” 

“Not really a mission if I don’t do anything,” you blew steam from the top of your enamel cup and took a sip, cupping your hands around the warm metal. 

“Well, it’s all I’m doing and I’m an ‘Avenger’.” Bucky laughed, reaching his arm out to clink your mugs together. “Cheers to the easiest job on the roster.” 

You fell into an easy silence, Bucky read his book for a while until you couldn’t hold it in anymore and told him you’d read it a few weeks before. Before you knew it two hours had melted away and you were curled up comfortably in Steve’s seat, giving Bucky a run down of your favourite books so far that year. He watched you, the wide grin softening into an indulgent smile while you blossomed before his eyes. 

He knew some of the other agents had been whispering about you, while you boarded the jet, that you were odd, childish, over the top and impossible to be around. But he enjoyed the exuberant way you described each plot, the glimmer of excitement in your eyes when he agreed with you and the blunt dry way you told deadpan jokes before breaking into peals of laughter. 

Silently he prayed that you’d come with him again, just to spend time with him even if you didn’t want to be in the field.  

[ace-of-gay]

Little mouse in an ocean

Stucky x little reader

Word count: 1,803 words oops lol

Warnings: intense sensory overload that leads to a more internalized meltdown, loki shows up, sippy, caregiver names like daddy, and dada, little names like baby boy, and munch short ofr munchkin, fidget items, sound canceling headphones, chest binding, comfort items.

Edited to the best of my ability

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

Reader is a trans man, no weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

You’d been anticipating the event for a while so it didn't sneak up on you or anything but the Impending stress of having to mask for several hours and converse with people like it was on your everyday agenda, this was nothing of how you liked it, well beyond the several month warning, it gave you time to prepare both mentally and physically, gathering items you would need incase of a worst case scenario in a messenger bag, ranging from two different means of music, noise canceling headphones around the front part of the strap, Bluetooth earbuds fully charged and inside of the most front pouch accompanied by an infinity cube graced with rubber edges to not click like a normal cube, not wanting to bring attention to your discomfort in any situation.

Your favorite book, a couple small sweet and salty snacks depending on the situational needs, alongside a comfort snack , your smaller communication cards, a few more fidgets and essential items.

Bucky and Steve helped pack this bag for you, it being perfectly assembled for anything you could possibly need.

With that Bucky took you out to find a nice casual suit with fabrics that don’t irritate you.

All the small things arranged, it had your mind settled enough not to stress through the remaining time.

That is until you got there, when walking into the event hall you tug on the bottom of the jacket to your suit, adjusting it, "do you even pass?", whether or not you’re shorter, curvier, if your voice is deep enough , or if your handshake was firm enough, what ever your though in comparison may have been the idea of not passing was terrifying, Steve walking on your left puts his right hand on your shoulder leaning in, "you look handsome, i promise you’re absolutely perfect" his whispers calmed the choppy waters in your mind from becoming rapids.

You worked with some of these people, you knew a good portion of faces, knew even more names, your social analyzing has you determining who is good to talk to and who isn’t purely based on how they carry themselves, the people they talk to and how people look when they walk away, all factors you use to keep you most comfortable.

The best places to be in situations are either outside separate from people or around the food table where most often people are too occupied with collecting snacks and other food items, keeping your talking to a minimum and keeping your social battery higher for longer.

You figured you’d head over that way if it felt dire but for now you stuck with Bucky and Steve.

Trailing through the large people filled room, your boyfriends on each side of you to keep unwanted physical touch to a minimum.

Director fury approaches you three, shaking each persons hands, you know fury pretty well, the conversation going quick and simple, just as easy as the night had gone so far until people started ushering Steve one way and Bucky the other, leaving you disoriented, not entirely sure who you should go with, the confused lapse in time has you loosing them in the crowd, that’s okay, you’re big right now, you can fend for yourself, maybe find Nat or Thor, maybe Thor forced Loki to come along with.

That would be nice, a silent companion to keep you company while sitting in a dark corner avoiding most interactions, actually corners probably have the most amount of echo, at least perspective wise that is, you'd be able to hear everyone and than being next to a corn means you’re closer to the sound reflection hearing it twice, that’s something that would absolutely irritate you, possibly even give you a splitting headache.

Being in this room no one by your side, having to navigate your way through a crowd of now unfamiliar faces, peoples conversations bouncing off of one another, high heels going in all directions, clicking like shark teeth in infested feeding water, social vampires, maybe not everyone but gods did it feel like everyone.

People feasting off of communication, jingling keys like lures, or maybe bells, like the service indication bell in your local comfort food restaurant, so many indications, so many people, all sounds equally intrusive you just want to shut it out but you cant until you’re in a place where no one will question why you have headphones on at a party.

A constantly shifting maze of people, hands patting your back as people pass through the crowd, a few people stopping you for conversations that you try to keep to a minimum saying you’re looking for Bucky or Steve.

Standing in such a room alone, you would be able to feel the air currents change but this room packed with more people than an official tony stark party, it felt like the air itself had stiffened and is on the brink of collapsing in your lungs, it felt suffocating to the point holding your breath would be a better means of keeping yourself together than breathing at all.

With everything swirling, people constantly touching you, talking to you, your mind slips fast, in moments like this you put on chapstick and pretend its superglue so not to make a cosmic fool of yourself if you could even manage to get words out.

You finally make it out of the crowd only to realize most of the drinks are probably spiked, you refrain from drinking anything you don’t know, you make a b line to the patio door stepping out into the cool fresh air, the bite of cold in your lungs amongst a deep breath being the edge of the blade, it was soothing, so soothing that everything from inside broke loose, a quiet choked sob broke from your chest, if you were big right now you would know what to do but you feel so small, so very small, like a mouse in the ocean next to a baleen whale.

Your hands trembling as though electricity was pulsing through your veins, rapidly looking around, dazed vision making everything quite unclear, bumping into someone you begin to stumble back, just your luck, both big and small you know that waterfall of black locks anywhere, and he knew you.

Loki, one person who understood the entirety of the situation, carefully he leads you aside, "you’re okay, its going to be okay, we'll find Bucky and Steve" mumbling it out quietly, the first vast difference between him and the room, his voice like Bucky and Steve’s voices was safe.

He takes the headphones off the front strap of your messenger bag, helping you put them on over your ears, feeling the world go silent, sound has pressure so the lack of sound felt less like a kick drum in your ears and more like a deep breath in winter air.

Taking the communication cards out of your bag he finds two cards, showing each one, you look at him with big eyes, tears still threatening to spill you show him the mouse card.

Small.

He nods, handing you one of the small fidgets, closing your bag and taking your hand, into his cold delicate one.

He signals for you to take a few deep breaths with him and than you’re once again back into the warped room, warm of people, sharp of knowing all the sounds, he leads you through the very best route but even still people are bumping into your, patting your back when passing and trying to stop you in your tracks.

You can see Steve’s golden hair practically glowing, you let go of Loki’s hand trying to rush past people to your boyfriend but another sturdy intruding body gets in the way, bumping you causing you to drop your fidget, looking to the ground to find it.

A small mouse in the ocean amongst a group of narwhals in the eye of a thunderstorm.

Electricity raging in your hands, in your arms, in your chest and in a split second your dominant hand slams down hard onto your thigh three times just above your knee, grabbing your fidget, doing your best to hold back the electricity, you watch as Steve turns around.

Its as if he’s in slow motion, you cant get to him fast enough, you’re being held against his chest, holding tightly to his shirt fabric creasing in your grasp, he’s talking to Loki getting the most of what he can on what happened.

He has you turn around so you can walk but your eyes are closed he’s directing you through, making sure nothing touches you.

You feel the cool air touch your tear streaked cheeks cooling the tear trails.

Sitting in the car you wait for Bucky, eating one of your snacks and drinking a water based drink Steve had poured into a spare sippy he kept in the car.

"I’m so sorry munch, i turned away and you were gone, we didn't mean to put you through that, I’m so proud of you for finding Loki and letting him help", you nuzzle further into his side, touch may be unsafe but theirs was magic.

Bucky hops in the front seat turning to look at you and Stevie cuddled together in the back, reaching out for Bucky he takes your hand and holds it to his lips, he can tell just how small you are from how easy you are to maneuver. "Hi baby boy, daddy is here, lets go home now, is that okay?" You didn't respond, you were too busy feeling the metal plates of his hand.

The drive home was quick, tucked into dada Steve’s side, feeling the thrum of his heart in his chest between each breath, now inside in comfortable clothes and out of your binder one of Steve’s hoodies on you with the sleeves rolled up so your hands could peek out, laying safely between both of your caregivers, the havoc of the day having tired you out.

Bucky gets a notification saying that the food he ordered was delivered, he leaves only to return with dinner and your stuffy he picked up from the living room on his way back.

Little jerks and jolts here and there from remnant electricity occasionally causing you to hold your breath only for one of your daddies to find a new way to remind you to breathe, this time dada Stevie tapped the tip of your nose causing you to quietly coo, breathing.

Words aren’t an expectation, neither are sounds, they just want you to feel better and if that means holding you safely tucked between them than so be it, they would do anything and everything to keep their boy safe.

Because they’re with you til the end of the line.

This is twice as long as i meant for it to be but you absolutely deserve a longer fic, thank you so much for your patience and thank you for requesting <33 @valetim09

I had to fix the layout because for some odd reason it got all mixed up

[bilightningwhumper]

Remade the poll, again, again, lol. Realized at the end of my work shift I'd forgotten to mention important things only I as the author knows and should be weighed in with the voting.

Bucky believes Becca is dead, whether or not he remembers her existence or not (he doesn't know the twins or Jamie exist at all); debating a change to have him witness her "death" instead of just taking HYDRA's word for it before brainwashing

Any reunions/first meetings that happen will be months after everyone is brought back from the Blip/Snap

So with that info (and more under the poll if any need reminding), here's the poll again, with more options! **As a reminder, this is just to gather info, not necessarily what will happen. It at least gives me an idea of what might go well and/or what I could do for other fics/stories in future.**

Relevant links from the masterlist (and copied pasted bits under links):

Timeline of Past Events (current, subject to change)

OC list (subject to change)

Becca Barnes- Birthday: August 15th, 1997 (26 at start of story); Omega (late bloomer); daughter of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers; autistic with OCD tendencies; love interest is her fiance who is also an OC; mutated to have wings

From Timeline:

1997-

Bucky escapes after a mission, realizing he’s in the late stages of pregnancy and wants to protect his child from HYDRA

Becca is born August 15th, 1997

2004-

Bucky captured again by HYDRA with Becca

Brainwashed to forget her after being told she’d died

Mariya Ivanov is put in charge of Becca’s upbringing, as she’s already in charge of monitoring Jamie’s health in cryofreeze

[widowlurker]

Bucky Barnes is a nerd pass it on

[quailxcrossing]

some more Tuesfries Human AU! ive wanted to draw something more of Gwen and her fursuiting! she made her suit herself with lots of trial and error but she got it! being in her suit gives her so much confidence, its like a completely different Gwen when compared to her usual anxious self! and I was reminded of when I drew Ruse (midveil) in Winter Soldier cosplay......hhhhhh that's. just for me.

little doodle I did with Magic's arrival too! yeah.........

[logansgaar]

I don't know if other autistic people do this but if I feel a texture I don't like I can't stop myself smacking my hand on a nearby hard surface, like I'm trying to smack the feeling off me and I can't control it. I got thinking about characters with super strength like Peter and Bucky doing the same

they break a fucking wall or furniture because they touched a Bad Texture and reflectively smacked the nearest hard surface. the confusion if it's the first time too, maybe after Peter gets his powers or the first time Bucky ever feels clothes made from PVC. getting asked why the fuck they did that and they don't know, it just happened because that texture was Absolutely Not Okay.

[ironspidersblog]

The team bought this for Tony after Bucky fell in love with him all because tony wanted to take a look at his arm

Tony’s special interest is tech and if a handsome man happens to be attached to said tech then a win is a win