#but he somehow missed the memo that buck will fight for him too

[mybrainshyperfixtations]

okay so i just finished 315 (eddie begins) and yes i sobbed. i knew what was coming i still cried anyways.

also can we talk about how buck was in over half of eddie’s flashbacks when he was drowning. the writers were so setting up for buddie to be canon are you kidding me. speculations for possible s4 buddie canon before network shot it down seem very real

[florenceandthemachine]

BROKEN TUMBLR ASKS PART ??: WHY DOES THIS WEBSITE SUCK SO BAD.

anonymous  asked:

“For Buddie prompts: Eddie looking after a sick Buck?”

ooo, sorry, we actually all out of fluffy sickfics, here’s... this instead xoxo 

“You’re exhausting.”

Buck hears the words ringing in his head as he clears another room, smoke swirling above him, his gear heavy on his frame. The chatter on the radio was drowned out by the roar of the flames, and it was about all he could do to keep an ear open for his name.

Kicking another door in, Buck has to grit his teeth to keep a groan of pain behind his lips, his leg throbbing—not for the first time that night. The screws had come out of his leg months ago, but that didn’t mean he was back to 100, not yet anyway; sometimes he just hurt. Neuropathic pain was something he could expect to have flair up until the wound fully healed—which could take years, according to his doctor, but...

“We all have our problems, but you don’t see us whining about it.”

But he was not about to bring it up, not about to risk... everything. His team was finally talking to him again. He was finally being brought on calls again. He could keep this to himself. He could go on without whining about it.

He had to.

Fuck, his leg hurt. Neuropathic pain was supposedly a dull, throbbing pressure, but all Buck could feel was fire, like a hot knife had torn him to the bone. Not for the first time, he only allowed himself a moment of “it isn’t fair” before he bottled all that down, gritting his teeth as he braced himself against another door, prepared to burst through the brittle, burning wood.

“Get clear, everyone. The building is getting too unstable—that means you, Buck.”

“Right, Cap.”

As if Buck would have risked disobeying another order, as long as he lived. He wasn’t about to let his problems become someone else's problems, never again.

“Somehow, we all manage to suck it up.”

“Cap, I have another resident down here!”

“Got it, Eddie. Buck, give him a hand.”

They were both on the ground floor, thankfully, and the screen on Buck’s wrist led him right to Eddie, who was trying to help an older woman up and out of her bed. It was becoming rapidly clear that she was going to need to be carried, and Buck didn’t waste any time in latching his arm with Eddies, hoisting the woman out of the apartment and bringing her out to a waiting gurney.

“Somehow, we all manage to suck it up.”

They may have been free of the inferno, but Buck’s leg was on fire. He had to make sure he was the last on the engine before they took off so no one would notice his unsteady footing, and he managed to pass off his groan of relief as a sigh when he sat down, feeling the sway of the engine as Bobby started to drive away.

They still had a good six hours left on their shift—God willing, they wouldn’t get any other major calls, and Buck could get some rest. All that he wanted was a shower and some sleep.

“Somehow, we all manage to suck it up.”

He managed to hide his pain with a smile as he de-geared with the rest of the team, always making sure that he was back far enough that his gait would be ignored, but not so far as to arouse suspicion. As much as he wanted to jump into the shower, he wasn’t sure how well he would be able to hide his pain if he had to bend over, or if, God forbid, he were to slip against the tile. He chose a bed instead—he probably still smelled of soot and sweat, but he was beyond the point of caring, and found himself obscenely thankful that the quiet room was on the first floor, and not up the stairs where the loft was. Buck was usually the last to sleep on shift, too busy being around everyone else, working out, anything he could be doing to absorb the companionship and company that came with a shared 24 hour shift, but… that was just another thing that the lawsuit had taken from him, he thought to himself, blindly propping his hurt leg with a pillow as he collapsed into the nearest cot.

“Why can’t you?”

Six more hours. He could make it six more hours.

--

Eddie was not having the best day.

Week.

Month?

He had been struggling, okay?

Part of him had hoped, maybe naively, that once the lawsuit was done, once Buck was back on the house, that… things would be back to normal. He had hoped that he and Buck could be back to normal.

Buck, obviously, hadn’t gotten the memo, because somehow, things were even worse than they were when the lawsuit was in full swing. Buck was still there, he was going through the motions, but that was it. Eddie should have known it would be too easy to hope for the easy camaraderie that there was before, but he had at least hoped they would be able to talk—even that was proving to be harder than pulling teeth.

In hindsight, of course, Eddie had realized that a good amount of the distance that had grown between them was his fault—he knew his anger had gotten the best of him when the lawsuit had started (hell, the near fatality in his little fight ring had proven that), and once it was wrapped up, it was still nearly impossible for him to look Buck in the eye.

He wasn’t proud of it, but that opinion really didn’t change until he realized what Buck had given up just to get back on the squad.

Millions of dollars. Millions. Eddie loved his job, but if someone offered him a chunk of change like that, he would have taken it and never looked back, but all Buck wanted to do was come back to his team—his family—and didn’t that just dig the knife in a little deeper?

Now, though, Eddie was determined to make it right. Even if it meant waking Buck up, dragging his ass out of the sleep room, and forcing him in to a family dinner with the rest of the squad.

“Buck, you up?”

Eddie could see the other male splayed outing a cot, his silhouette barely visible in the dimmed light. He felt bad about waking the other up—especially after how hard he had known Buck had been working—but the best time to start to apologize would have been yesterday, and today was just delaying the inevitable.

He took a few steps into the room and gently shook Buck’s leg, blinking in surprise as his hand touched dampness—was Buck sweating?

He pulled his hand up, examining it in the light from the doorway. It was… dark?

It was red.

“Buck?”

Fuck, it was red.

“Buck… oh fuck, Buck, oh fuck—“

Eddie felt his hands flying now, his voice kicking up as he spoke, throwing blanket and pillows across the room. Buck was pale, inhumanly so, and he immediately started checking for vitals as he started to shout.

“Buck, come on, wake up, Buck!”

Pulse was present, barely, thready and weak.

“Buck! Hen, Chim! Help! Buck, no, Buck!!”

--

It was a laceration. A cut, only a few inches long, along his leg, that had cut right through his PPE, and right through the first few layers of tissue in his leg. The doctor that had cleaned out the wound had pulled out shards of splintered wood, which was concerning in its own right; even though he was off blood thinners, the constant motion had kept the wound open, for… fuck, for what must have been hours.

Eddie didn’t need a doctor to get that confirmation. The blood that had pooled around the cot certainly didn’t come from a few moments—and even before then, the spatters on the floor, the soaked tear in the pant leg... it was more than enough to set Eddie on edge.

He had sent up a silent thanks to Carla, patron saint of child care, as he sat beside Eddie in the emergency room, patiently waiting for Buck to regain consciousness. No surgery required, thank God—just a dozen or so stitches, about three pints of blood, and a steady drip of pain medication.

And, okay. Maybe he was indulging himself, holding onto Buck’s hand as he started to stir once more, not bothering to hide the massive wave of relief that crashed over him when Buck started to stir again.

The pain-medication-laced smile that Buck shot him was one of the most beautiful things Eddie had ever seen.

“Hi Eddie!”

“Hey Buckaroo.”

He even sounded happy. God, Eddie missed that, seeing a shadow of his old Buck, the one who smiled and was happy and pain free, and it definitely disturbed him that he couldn’t remember the last time Buck had seemed so happy.

The moment wasn’t designed to last, though—as Buck started to take in more and more of his surroundings, his smile slipped off of his face, and it didn’t take the heart rate monitor amping up its speed to tell Eddie that Buck was starting to panic.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, Buck. You just needed to get patched up and you’re going to be okay.”

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Wait, what the fuck? “Buck, it was an accident. You’re okay.” He really hoped his voice was more soothing than confused, because Buck looked dangerously close to tears.

“It was an accident, Eddie, I promise. I swear I didn’t mean to, I was trying to be careful and I didn’t mean to get hurt, you can’t let Bobby kick me off the squad again, Eddie, please.”

Eddie felt like his voice might have been as raw as Bucks, shaking off the shock at that admission, moving to gently grip Buck’s shoulders. “Woah, Buck, we know you didn’t mean to. Bobby isn’t mad, he and the rest of the squad had to bring the rig back, they’ll be here soon, they wanna see you, and—”

“I just—I didn’t want to bother anyone, I know it’s exhausting trying to put up with me sometimes, so I didn’t want to—“

“Woah woah woah, Buck, slow down, you—you’re not exhausting, who the fuck even told you that?”

There was an auditable click as Buck shut his mouth, his eyes pained and his face bright red, and Eddie had a minute to look him over before reality came crashing around his head.

“…I said that, didn’t I? Oh fuck, Buck, you have to know I was just talking out of my ass, okay? I was just angry, of course I didn’t mean it.”

“But it’s true, Eds, I have to suck it up and deal with it, it’s not fair for me to lay all of it on you guys at work, and I’m sorry, but you can’t tell Bobby—it’s hard, but I’m getting better at it! I promise, I can’t lose you all again, please, I—“

His voice dies in his throat as Eddie pulls him into his arms, crushing him in a tight hug, and Buck can’t breathe, his eyes burning with tears as Eddie buries his head in his neck. Eddie didn’t speak until Buck finally started to hug him back, arms uncertain. “You’re not going to lose us, Buck. Never again. I promise, okay? You’re basically stuck with us until the end of time, I’m not going to let you go, and neither is Chris, and neither is the 118.”

The muffled sob that Buck let out into his shoulder told Eddie all he needed to know. They had all fucked up, hard, if that had been the looming fear behind all of Buck’s decisions lately. He had been self isolating from the team, he wasn’t cracking jokes, he didn’t even come up for family dinners unless he was specifically asked to—and while Eddie thought they had all just needed some time, Buck had been suffering in silence since he returned.

Fuck.

“Buck, listen to me. We are your family. We fight sometimes, and we all make mistakes, and I’m so, so sorry that we made this mistake, okay? But no matter what, we love you. Chim, Hen, Bobby, Mads, hell, even Athena, and... and me, Buck, we love you. I love you. So please, stop beating yourself up over it and just... let us love you, okay?”

Eddie reluctantly let go as he felt Buck start to pull back, his face contorted in fear and pain, but his expression started to smooth out as he nodded, the machine next to him beeping and whirring as his heart rate started to go down. The pain medicine couldn’t have picked a better time for another dose. Eddie started to ease him back onto the bed as Buck’s eyelids started to droop, only comforted by the even rise and fall of his chest.

"Thanks, Eddie...”

Eddie let out a short, wet laugh as Buck finally relaxed against the bed, treated to another smile before Buck slipped into unconsciousness.

“...love you, too.”

And Buck was out again.

Eddie didn’t even have time to process what Buck had said, distracted by the swoosh of automatic doors, multiple voices talking at once as the 118 poured back into the emergency room, officially off shift, and Eddie gave Bucks’ hand a squeeze—just one—before he stood up and left the curtained off bed, ready to face the team with the grim reality Buck had just tossed into his lap.

They had work to do.

But Buck... Buck was worth every minute of it.

[the-canary]

Heartbeat, Heartbreak - B.B (3/8)

Summary: Three musketeers until you started to fall in love. But, have you been living since then? (Modern!Reader/Bucky Barnes).  

Prompt: “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

A/N: This for @notimetoblog‘s writing challenge. this is getting so dramatic but please enjoy. 

Feedback is always welcomed.

“Natasha came into my life around middle school and somehow she got me and Bucky to become her friends. I don’t even remember how it happened, she just came up to my lunch table one day and we just started talking. After that Bucky was following her like some lost duckling, maybe he was in love with her from the very beginning, I’m not to sure because he always seem to have a girl around him..trying to catch his attention. But, there we were...a sort of uneasy version of the Three Musketeers.“

Anything moving forward in regards to the deal is made through Sam after the initial meeting, it makes James wonder if she is out of the deal completely or if she would rather just not see him of all people. It’s the only answer he receives in regards of whether she  remembered him or no. James, like now, often found himself questioning how the years had treated her --she had always been on the studious and quiet side, and while it still seemed like that she knew how to control the room to lead it into her directions. She was silent but deadly, so he could understand why she was one of Stark Industries best lawyers.

“So, are you done daydreaming?” a teasing voice asks, which causes Bucky to look up and see a smiling Sam as he glances back down on the memo attached to the proposal -- an all too familiar name written at the end of it, which had caused his mind to linger in the first place.

“Yeah, sorry,” James lets out an unsteady laugh, as Sam shakes his head as their fourth meeting comes to a close.

“Are you thinking about a certain someone?” Sam questions with an arched eyebrow and James has to wonder how much he might know, how much she had told him -- a small light of hope flickers in the back of his mind as he leans a bit forward than before.

“How much do you know?”

“Enough to understand why she would throw away a promotion than to deal with you,” Sam answers back with a streak of protectiveness that James had felt a lifetime ago when someone tried to hurt or talk about his girls -- and now Natasha certainly didn’t need that and she had shut the door with tears streaming down her face all those years ago.  

“W-What?” James lets out uneasily, as Sam sighs.

“Let’s just say you sign with Rumlow,” Sam explains leaning into the plush chair that he had taken a seat in James’ office. The sun came in overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge lightning the old red brick office with several accolades and pictures around the wall, he took a moment to finally take in, “Then, Rumlow takes the promotion as head of the department. If you sign with me, it gives her a mark, but since she didn’t directly deal with you...well, Rumlow could use that against her.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” is the only thing James can say. The pit of his stomach churning at what he might cause her once more. He can’t help but think he has never done anything right by her -- not in their shared teenage years and certainly not now if he was causing her the loss of a job promotion.  

“Chester Phillips is a hard man to bargain with,” Sam lets out with a shrug, having dealt with the man hundreds of times before and while Philips was the one that had brought him into Stark Industries -- he was still a hard ass either way -- she knew that more than most people though.

“It’s best not to think about the things you can’t fix,” Sam states from his own personal experience. The meeting having long since ended and turning into something more personal, “You’re just gonna hurt more people trying to dig up old bones.

With that last piece of advice, Sam gives the dazed man a smile before picking up his suitcase and saying that he’ll contact James for the next meeting. Sam knows he’s close to striking a deal, but from he knows about James Barnes --the man was a sentimental fool-- he knew that he wasn’t going to get anything closed until he saw a certain someone, talked to them one on one to let old feelings die. It was extremely unprofessional, but that’s just how life went some ways -- and Sam knew what he had to do something about it.

Sam had to call in the big guns, he just wasn’t sure how she was going to handle all this. At least, somewhat well, was all he could hope for.

--- and Mr. Barnes,

As our impending deal and merger come to an end, I would like to take the time to take you both out to lunch at your earliest convenience.

I look forward to meeting and talking with both of you over your future endeavors and what else can be done to strengthen our connections in the future.

Thank you,

Virginia Potts

C.E.O of Stark Industries.

You can only curse at the sight of the little message in your email box.

In all of your years of working and knowing Pepper Potts, you sometimes didn’t know what to expect from her. She had started as the personal assistant of Mr. Stark at around the same time you and Sam had started in the legal department. The two of you had seen discussions go on between Mr. Stark and Philips in the most stubborn of ways men could argue over things and were often the go between for the two of them when things got too heated. You found an easy work relationship with the woman who as a forefront was quiet and organized, but was stubborn as well when she wanted to be.

She could quickly learn things and catch things that most people couldn’t and that’s what you missed when you became a one-track mind sort of person. Pepper was scary when she wanted to be, so you weren’t sure how you were going to handle your old personal life potentially going to be on display to her as the CEO.

You didn’t want to know how much Pepper potentially knew at this point, she always had her ways of being noisy around such things and what exactly she was planning this lunch to be.

“How have the dealings with Mr. Barnes been so far?” she asks, while the of you are been driving to Per Se for lunch that afternoon. There were a smile on her face that you already knew she was up to something -- if there was something that the Potts-Stark couple shared was their nosiness around the people and things that they care about.  

“Sam tells me they have been going well,” you start off as blue eyes give you a questioning look, “I have been finishing off the Lesher Holdings acquisition, but I should be back to it soon.”  

“That’s good,” Pepper gives you a smile before going back to looking at her phone, as you look out the car window.

Yup, she definitely knows something.

James Barnes might be the successful CEO of a small company off in Brooklyn, but the restaurant that he is set up to meet with a certain someone and Pepper Potts was certainly out of his league. He had gone through a mild panic attack until Nat had promised to be there with him up to when he had to enter the restaurant, though with little Rose along for the ride since it was Nat’s turn to take care of her as Sharon worked.

And while James should be worried about two people potentially meeting, he was more nervous about meeting the CEO of Stark Industries once more that anything else flew over his radar. Rosie cooing in her baby carry-on strapped to the front of Nat’s body, as the woman had an irritated look on her face while fighting with James’ tie.

“James, you’re going to be fine,” Nat remarks with a tired sigh, as she straightens the blue tie one last time, “You’ve already met her and Tony Stark before and you did just fine. Stop being such a baby.”

“I--” he hadn’t gotten the chance to tell Nat the second part of the situation -- that he had found her and that she wanted nothing to do with him. The two of them finding her had always intrigued them in some way, but to actually have her in front of them once more -- well, he wasn’t sure in which direction Nat was going to take if she ever found out.  

“You’ll do great,” Nat gives him a brief smile before stopping anything else she was going to say, as a black car pulls up to said restaurant. However, Bucky can’t see who is coming out of the vehicle that catches Natasha’s eye -- her brief pause doesn’t register to Bucky as she quickly masks whatever distress she might be going through.

“Go ‘em Buck,” is all she says while patting him on the shoulder on last time. James smiles and nods before heading in.  

If she had seen a ghost, she doesn’t tell him and decides to stay quiet for now and gather her thoughts for another time, as Rose gurgles for her attention.

Pepper is quick to notice there is a tense aura in the air between the two people she is sharing this lunch with and while Sam had shared some details of what he knew, the CEO could tell that there was more to that. She was good at reading people, but is was more than obvious that Mr. Barnes was throwing longing, lovestruck eyes at a certain someone that wouldn’t even look his way. She frowns because it must have been something if you, the stature of professionalism, was bothered by being near James Barnes.

Like now, as you took the farthest seat away from him and only greeted him with a nod, while Pepper came up to the man and shook his hand as he kissed her on the cheek.

“Mr. Barnes, it is good to see you again,” Pepper states before taking the seat between the two of you, “I hope the merger details are going well.”

“It’s good to see you again, Ms. Potts,” he answers back, blue eyes glancing at you for a moment as you proceed to look at the menu with extreme interest, “And yes, Sam has been very understanding thus far.”

Lunch moves forward as best as it can with two people clearly talking, though one is staring longing at the third, as you stay quiet and eat your order unless Pepper needs you to answer something, which isn’t often. Pepper, for once is at a loss of what to do next, until her phone begins to ring and you stare at her in a mix of horror and confusion as she begins to get up.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Pepper states with an uneasy smile, as she looks between the two of you for a brief second hoping that everything will be alright.

Pepper leaves, giving you an apologetic frown, as she leaves you and James in utter silence. You look at your half-finished food while James tries to pick up the courage to talk.

“I--” he starts off, as you look up at him with dead serious eyes.  You take a zip of water before turning to look at him with nothing but fury in your face and for a brief moment Bucky remembers when you were younger and that look was nothing but love and adoration.

“If you can do one thing, just one measly thing to do right by me, James,” you whisper harshly, “Then, leave me the hell alone.”

James can hear the silent please at the end of your statement because even now you weren’t going to be the type of beg. You go back to staring at your plate, at the floor, your hands -- anything that isn’t the grief stricken James, who runs a hand down his face in utter defeat and desperation. His voice sounding meeker and more broken than before.

“If I said I was sorry---” he starts off, only for you to get up and drop your napkin on the table. Your eyes a bit redder than before.

“You weren’t sorry back then. Don’t try to make amends when it’s already too late,” you state softly before getting up and walking out of the restaurant, unsure of where you are going but knowing you couldn’t stand looking at James and now knowing that he and Natasha had created a future together -- that they had gotten married and had a beautiful baby together.  

You let out a dry sob and hail a taxi from outside, already preparing the email you were going to send Pepper as an explanation for your sudden disappearance.

And James just sits there, his own eyes watering as a certain redhead comes back to the table -- the aftermath of what she had been planning clearly not what she thought it was going to be. Pepper sits down across from James and places her hands calmly on the table, meal clearly forgotten, as she looks him squarely in the face.

“You know,” she starts off with a light laugh, “I think this is the first time, I’ve seen her run away from a lunch meeting rather than the other way around.”

“She’s that good, huh?” James lets out with a watery and bitter laugh.

“She’s the best I’ve got,” Pepper shrugs as James’ eyes sparkle with some unknown emotion that Pepper couldn’t even begin to understand -- love and loss all in the same gaze, as she moves forward with her plan, “However, that’s not what I am here to talk about, not even the merger.”

The serious look on Pepper’s face makes James sit up a bit straighter than before: “Please don’t believe that I am doing this for you in anyway. I have known and worked with her long enough to understand that there has always been something holding her back when it comes to enjoying life, the fruits of all her hard work. The emotions that you rile up in her isn’t something that I’ve ever seen from her in all the years I have seen her working with the worst in people.”

“I see,” James lets out slowly, though still unsure, “But, what does that have to do with me?”

“If it helps her move on, I would gladly help you in any way I can,” Pepper admits with a small smile as James looks at her in completely shock. The opportunity that he had been waiting for is staring him right in the face, but before he can thank her -- Pepper adds one more thing.

“But, I swear, Mr. Barnes. You break her heart once more and I’ll make sure you sure you regret it every single day of your life.”

James nods quickly as Pepper gets up without another word. At this point, he was willing to do everything and what Pepper didn’t know was that he had been regretting breaking your heart the first for the past couple of years -- he didn’t have anything to lose now.    

It isn’t until several days later that Bucky finally gets to see Nat again. However, it isn’t like the last time -- this time she’s wearing her poker face and her body is more tense than usual as if she was getting ready to go to war. Green clashes with blue as she puts down her drink. Her voice dipping into sadness for a moment, before she shut up with her anger completely.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had found her?”

Part 4

[thestuckylibrary]

Mod’s Reads: June 2018

Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!

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in cayenne and honey, in vinegar and lime by alby_mangroves, Nonymos* (complete | 27,604 | E ) *Bucky/M’baku ; mutually clear endgame stucky and M’baku/Okoye 

M’Baku fought for T’Challa. But should he keep fighting for T’Challa’s vision? The king is professing change, such deep change, while the Jabari are supposed to be the guardians of tradition.

It’s a complex problem, which demands a cool head. So M’Baku could really do without an old love coming back to haunt him, an obnoxious royal teenager, and T’Challa’s secret one-armed guest.

Scents and Sensibility: The Working Assassin's Guide to Supersoldier Seduction* by galwednesday, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt (WIP | 52,925 | T ) *gender spectrum society AU

Captain America wakes up from the ice in 2013. The Winter Soldier wakes up in 2009, or rather defects from HYDRA, for a value of defect that’s closer to decimate. He ends up working for SHIELD. In April 2014, he’s assigned to Captain America’s mission as a sniper. Steve’s just trying to get some kind of life together. Bucky is too, or at least he was until tall, blond and Captain shows up and starts just - being there, all the time. It’s terrible. It’s the worst. He has to do something about it.

no way out but through* by hollimichele (complete | 9,515 | T ) *canon divergent catws AU 

Steve never sees it coming.

Lover's Eye by RedRowan (complete | 16,148 | T ) 

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in want of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. Yet for Steven Rogers, painter of miniatures, it is not the company of ladies, but the acquaintance of Captain James Buchanan Barnes, Royal Navy, that captivates his imagination.

Thyme and Tide by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen), seleneheart (complete | 21,630 | T ) 

Bucky might be only a one-armed ex-mercenary who'd washed up, half-drowned, on the shores of Sciatha with nothing and nowhere—never mind how hard Captain Rogers, head of Sciatha's Royal Guard, was trying to change that—but even he knew better than to get involved with the fae.

Unfortunately, that wisdom had somehow bypassed Sciatha's ancient kings…and fae bargains always came due.

Mod Blue

Death & Taxes by TheFemale_Accountant (WIP | 14,431 | E)

Bucky is a rich, good-looking partner at the accounting firm Fury & Coulson LLC. Steve is a new tax associate coming into the firm. One look is all it takes to ignite something they never saw coming.

Family Doctor by buckbarners, savepowbuckybarnes (Wholocked) (oneshot | 9,645 | G)

As a kid, Steve had more than his fair share of health issues. When his daughter, Sarah, was born she inherited all of them. After Steve gets a new job back home in Brooklyn, Sarah’s new doctor is much more than he was ever expecting.

Thyme and Tide by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen), seleneheart (complete | 21,630 | T)

Bucky might be only a one-armed ex-mercenary who'd washed up, half-drowned, on the shores of Sciatha with nothing and nowhere—never mind how hard Captain Rogers, head of Sciatha's Royal Guard, was trying to change that—but even he knew better than to get involved with the fae.

Unfortunately, that wisdom had somehow bypassed Sciatha's ancient kings…and fae bargains always came due.

A Sky Full of Stars by BrighteyedJill (complete | 15,124 | E)

The dappled sunlight played over Buck’s face, making him look like a magical creation, some kind of illusion. Steven reached out a hand to touch, to make certain he was real.

Buck started and pulled away when Steven’s fingers made contact.

“Sorry!” Steven snatched back his hand. “I didn’t--”

“No, don’t. It’s only that I have never touched a human before.” Buck captured Steven’s hand in his and guided it back to rest against his cheek. “Go ahead.”

an unfamiliar coast by brideofquiet (oneshot | 19,048 | M)

He doesn’t have a concept of how long ten years is anywhere. Not even before he’d been yanked out of a natural, linear progression. He’d been six years old once; he’d been sixteen and then he’d been twenty-six. But the breadth of time between those moments—what the hell is ten years?

A long, long time. That’s all he knows.

(Bucky goes to war. Ten years later, he comes home.)

Love You More by Loeily, Squeaky (complete | 36,477 | T)

Steve is fine raising his young son as a single dad. He misses his late wife, Peggy, every day, but his job with Stark Industries is fulfilling and he loves his friends. He doesn't need anything or anyone else. But then Pepper Potts hires Bucky Barnes, the new daycare provider for Stark Towers, and everything changes.

Steve knows that Bucky is attracted to him, but Steve totally, completely and utterly will not allow himself to feel the same. He can't. Because he has a million-and-one excellent reasons to not fall in love with the smart, funny, kind and sexy-as-hell Bucky Barnes.

If only his heart had gotten the memo...

The Stars They Sewed On Us by Khaleesi_onthemoon, Speranza (complete | 9,554 | not rated)

"Do you remember the time I was only Steve and you were only Bucky? Do you remember when we were only two boys from Brooklyn?"

who needs a bodyguard? by deceptivesoldier, moblit (complete | 14,658 | T)

“Rogers!”

The door whooshes open to reveal a lithe man with haphazardly messed up blond hair and squinty blue eyes, being swallowed by a blanket.

“No need to shout, Peggy. I told you I was awake,” he says, his voice low and rumbly. He looks to Bucky and hums approvingly. “That’s the ugliest suit in the world, but somehow you still look hot. If you wanna forget about being my bodyguard, you could just join me in bed,” he says flirtatiously, blinking at Bucky through way-too-long eyelashes.

Ooooh, Bucky is in trouble. __

Or, the one in which Steve is a flirty model, and Bucky is the bodyguard he doesn’t need.

Linger by evieeden (complete | 7,661 | M)

Bucky Barnes has always loved Steve Rogers. It's just a shame that he never felt the same way.

Written for the 2018 Captain America Reverse Big Bang!

Electric Hearts by crinklefries (complete | 73,625 | M)

Three hundred years ago, Earth was destroyed. Only by shipping offplanet and transitioning into robots does humanity survive--barely. Now, centuries later, what was once their saving grace, Androids, have become expendable. Distrusted, mistreated, and forcibly deactivated, Androids are under attack.

Steve, former human, political dissenter with an ardent love for fire, and now full Android with an inability to keep his goddamned mouth shut, is tired. Bucky, former human, war survivor who was rescued from a self-loathing spiral out of a literal trash can, and now full Android with emotional turbulence, is lonely.

When the two meet, they find that living is not about what makes them robots, but the spark that makes them human.

But is it too little too late? Because to survive the threat of this new world together, it's possible that simply feeling human may not be enough.

the last good day of the year by belovedmuerto, djchika (oneshot| 15,699 | T)

Just after the fall of the Triskelion, Bucky collects Steve from the hospital, and they go on a road trip.

Steve's just going with it, for once in his life.

A Week in the Life of Scott Lang: Superhero (featuring Steve Rogers) by djchika (oneshot | 9,591 | T)

“So what kind of mission needs all of you plus the Ant-man?”

“We are in need of your suit but, more than that, we need your expertise,” Shuri gestured at the others, “As you said we have a genius, a spy and we have our soldiers. What we need is a thief.”

If Scott was in a TV show he’d be staring straight at the camera right now.

The Voyager by notlucy (complete | 76,741 | E)

On the day aliens fall to earth through a hole ripped in the sky, Bucky Barnes is pulled from the rubble of the Battle of New York by a mysterious man wearing a costume and a cowl.

The next day, he wakes up in the hospital and makes a new friend named Steve Rogers - a certified weirdo with a deck of cards and plenty of time on his hands.

A postcard, a text, and a thousand miles of asphalt later, Bucky's still trying to understand the man who came from the stars.

Steve, meanwhile, is finally putting the journey ahead of the destination.

i'm flicking through the pages, written in my memories by Hazloveshisboo

Bucky has his first nightmare around Steve.

Part 14 of We Know Where We Belong

take my hand (take my whole life too) by layersofsilence, SgtGraves (complete | 36,848 | T)

HYDRA may have been revealed and taken down in the span of a few hours, but the repercussions are far more extensive. Steve Rogers, now ex-SHIELD agent, expects to be feeling them in his life for years. What he didn't expect was for them to reach into him and change the most fundamental thing he thought he knew about himself - that he doesn't have a soulmate.

Northern Sky by littleblackfox, WarlockInTraining (complete | 50,470 | M)

Bucky casts around the field, the light rapidly fading as the storm clouds grow denser, swallowing up the weak winter sun. The spirits are here, he can feel them, their amorphous thoughts, panicked and trembling. They can feel his own fear, rising in the back of his throat, fuelling their own terror. Bucky reaches for the chain around his neck, fumbling for his amulets. His fingers close around the two pieces of silver, fine and bright as the scars on his arm. Please. Please keep me safe.

We Never Had a Choice (But I Choose You) by capsiclemycaptain, DrowningByDegrees (complete | 37,360 | E)

When Bucky Barnes is abducted by political activists, the circumstances are simple enough. Desperation breeds all sorts of terrible decisions, after all, and Bucky's captor is clearly woefully out of his depth. Maybe, just maybe, he can talk his way to freedom, but the more Bucky learns about the circumstances of his capture, the more complicated things seem to get. On the run and forced to trust the man who abducted him, Bucky comes to realize that kidnapping is the least of his worries.

Of Dragons and Alchemy by EstherA2J, Lovesfic (me23) (oneshot | 5,235 | T)

In a world where skilled alchemists blend magic with science, an experimental "dragon procedure" is meant to end all weakness. But something goes wrong.

A Marriage of Ice and Fire by alby_mangroves, Mystrana (complete | 75,056 | E)

Steve Rogers hates James Barnes. The feeling’s mutual; their families have been at war for longer than they’ve been alive. But King Odin has had enough. He orders the two of them wed to end the fighting.

It’s not enough that they have to look at each other’s faces without spitting; the King has declared the year’s tournament in their honor. They’ll have to lead the events together. They’ll be wed in front of everyone.

They’ll have to share a gods-be-damned bed.

And if being married to their worst enemy wasn’t enough, now there’s rumors of assassins and talk of a new war and somehow, Steve and Bucky find themselves in the middle of it all. They’re going to have to set aside their hatred long enough to stay alive. And if they start to realize that they might have feelings for each other?

It might not be soon enough.

Mod Julia

hear your call by silentwalrus (oneshot | 6,348 | E)

“You can be rougher,” Bucky says. “If you want.”

They’re about four minutes post orgasm and Steve is still trying to figure out where his legs are. “Muh?”

A Real Boy by itsnotbleak (oneshot | 5,625 | T)

It took the Winter Soldier three weeks to remember that human beings needed to sleep and eat.

It took Steve far too long to realise the Winter Soldier was sleeping in his bed.

tezeta (nostalgia) by vowelinthug (oneshot | 20,139 | E)

Steve Rogers is a terrible tourist, and a lousy house guest.

Bucky Barnes waters his plants and tries his best.

__

set in that sweet spot between Black Panther and Infinity War, in a little valley in Wakanda

where the leaves fall not by dudewhereismypie, obsessivereader (complete | 23,239 | E)

“Sir.” At the uncharacteristic interruption from JARVIS, everyone falls silent. “There is an unauthorized person in the back left-hand corner of the room.”

Steve turns around, already knowing who he’ll see as everyone scrambles to their feet. Sure enough, it’s Bucky, curled up in an armchair, loose-limbed and relaxed as a cat. Long brown hair cascades around his shoulders and the tips of his ears are exactly as pointed as Steve remembers.

Nat whips a gun out from somewhere and points it at him. Tony has a repulsor on his hand. Wanda’s hands are up and surrounded by a red glow. Only Thor seems unworried—resuming his seat after an initial moment of battle-readiness.

“Bucky,” Steve says.

Bucky glances around with bright, inquisitive eyes. The corners of his lips tip up in a smile, as though amused by the chaos his appearance caused. “We meet again, Captain.”

Tony’s eyebrows are parked halfway up his forehead as he studies Bucky. “I see what you mean by Lord of the Rings, Cap.” Then, aggrieved, “JARVIS, how did he get in?”

In which Captain America meets a flirtatious elf...

just the right fit by deceptivesoldier, talkplaylove (oneshot | 3,234 | M)

“There should be a tetris vibrator. The blue line one! Or the other shapes if you wanna get kinky.” Bucky says, wiggling his eyebrows. He grins, maybe a little bit maniacally. “Clint, we gotta start a line of Tetris-themed sex toys. We could put it up on...on Kinkstarter!”

“We gotta find a designer.”

Famous last words.

A Midsummer Knight's Dream by cobaltmoony, GoldBlooded (complete | 29,050 | E)

Sir Steven, knight, alpha, and baron of a small countryside estate, receives an invitation to a Royal Tournament: It’s a winner-take-all competition, and the prize? The hand of Prince James, the kingdom’s most eligible omega, in marriage.

It seems like a lifetime ago that young Steven left the palace – and his best pal, the prince - to attend to his familial duties. Since that time, he’s dreamed of reclaiming his friendship with the prince; if not as a companion, then perhaps as a member of the prince’s guard.

Prince James, royal, omega, and heir to the throne is tired of being reduced to his designation and pressured into an arranged marriage like a political pawn. He devises the tournament as a means to an end: winner claims his hand in marriage, but if he wins? He’ll get to claim his own future.

Let the tournament begin...

We Never Had a Choice (But I Choose You) by capsiclemycaptain, DrowningByDegrees (complete | 37,360 | E)

When Bucky Barnes is abducted by political activists, the circumstances are simple enough. Desperation breeds all sorts of terrible decisions, after all, and Bucky's captor is clearly woefully out of his depth. Maybe, just maybe, he can talk his way to freedom, but the more Bucky learns about the circumstances of his capture, the more complicated things seem to get. On the run and forced to trust the man who abducted him, Bucky comes to realize that kidnapping is the least of his worries.

If a Train Leaves the Station at 60 mph, How Fast will Bucky Barnes Fall in Love with Steve Rogers? by jinlinli (oneshot | 24,369 | T)

There are three things Bucky needs to do to survive high school: 1. Ace the SATs. 2. Stop falling in love with Steve Rogers. 3. Fail horribly at number two.

Actual House Cat, Bucky Barnes by bisexualstarbucky (oneshot | 2,958 | T)

Bucky loves food and naps and Steve Rogers.

take my hand (take my whole life too) by layersofsilence, SgtGraves (complete | 36,848 | T)

HYDRA may have been revealed and taken down in the span of a few hours, but the repercussions are far more extensive. Steve Rogers, now ex-SHIELD agent, expects to be feeling them in his life for years. What he didn't expect was for them to reach into him and change the most fundamental thing he thought he knew about himself - that he doesn't have a soulmate.

Lover's Eye by RedRowan (complete | 16,148 | T)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in want of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. Yet for Steven Rogers, painter of miniatures, it is not the company of ladies, but the acquaintance of Captain James Buchanan Barnes, Royal Navy, that captivates his imagination.

A Marriage of Ice and Fire by alby_mangroves, Mystrana (complete | 75,056 | E)

Steve Rogers hates James Barnes. The feeling’s mutual; their families have been at war for longer than they’ve been alive. But King Odin has had enough. He orders the two of them wed to end the fighting.

It’s not enough that they have to look at each other’s faces without spitting; the King has declared the year’s tournament in their honor. They’ll have to lead the events together. They’ll be wed in front of everyone.

They’ll have to share a gods-be-damned bed.

And if being married to their worst enemy wasn’t enough, now there’s rumors of assassins and talk of a new war and somehow, Steve and Bucky find themselves in the middle of it all. They’re going to have to set aside their hatred long enough to stay alive. And if they start to realize that they might have feelings for each other?

It might not be soon enough.