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captian america: the winter soldier

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Writing for Bucky

Hey all! I've been trying to branch out from my usual writings and wanted to give Bucky his own post. I've had tons of prompts for him that I've shared on my blog if anyone wants to check on the Bucky x reader tag. I write Meta and HC. Don't be shy. Fluff, Angst, anything works. Any era of Bucky works, just let me know which one in the request! Unfortunately, I've only received one request for Bucky, but it gives you some idea of how I write!

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier Steve Rogers Cosplay Costume

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He just woke up after being the Winter Soldier, a version of him that he HATES, and trying to kill everyone in sight… and THE first thing he does is say “your mom” and bully Steve for being small

And people wonder Bucky Barnes is my favorite character

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•.¸♡ 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ♡¸.•

𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

🖤𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲, 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀.𝐌., 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞��𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩.

🖤𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩.

🖤𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬" 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 ���𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.

🖤𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

🖤𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭" 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒉.

𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒂'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 - 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆💋

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New TFATWS Bloopers

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PART 2 OF THE BUCKYxLOKI’S BROTHER PLEASE!! (And thank you)

He's Cute Pt. 2

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: date night, cute moments between bucky and reader, protective bucky, reader having eyes only for his man, couldn't help myself so we have some jealous bucky

The morning sun cast a warm glow on the bustling New York street as you and Bucky left the Avengers Tower, side by side, for your much-anticipated coffee date. You could practically feel Bucky’s heartbeat thrumming—his energy was a mix of nerves and excitement, hidden behind a carefully maintained cool exterior.

Still, you caught the way he’d sneak glances at you, how he kept a polite but protective distance between you and the street, and how his hand hovered near the small of your back whenever you paused to look in a shop window. If there was one thing you’d learned about James “Bucky” Barnes, it was that beneath the stoic shell, he was a sweet, attentive soul.

When you reached the little coffee shop a few blocks away, the sweet aroma of espresso and baked goods made you inhale appreciatively. Bucky let you step in first, his eyes still straying to you while you gawked at the menu board.

“Wow,” you murmured, half to yourself. “So many options. Mocha latte, flat white, salted caramel… Are these incantations?”

Bucky suppressed a grin, remembering the first time you’d asked that. “No magic, promise,” he said, nudging your shoulder gently. “What are you in the mood for?”

Before you could answer, the barista—a cheerful guy in his mid-twenties with a neat man-bun and bright green apron—leaned over the counter, practically beaming at you. “Hey there! First time, huh? Don’t worry, I can help you pick the perfect drink,” he offered, sliding an elbow onto the counter in a move that was definitely meant to come off as suave.

You blinked, oblivious to the barista’s flirty smile. “That’s kind of you,” you said politely. “I’ve only tried a couple coffees so far.”

“Awesome,” the barista replied, eyes dancing with interest. “You should let me whip up a custom latte just for you. Something sweet, with a little extra foam on top, maybe a heart design…”

Bucky cleared his throat, stepping forward so that his broad shoulder was just enough in the barista’s line of sight to cut off the direct gaze. “He’ll have a caramel macchiato,” Bucky said firmly, voice low in a way that suggested the barista hurry it up. “And I’ll take a black coffee.”

The barista’s smile faltered, eyeing Bucky with a mix of confusion and polite fear. “Sure thing.”

As the barista fiddled with the espresso machine, you turned to Bucky, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t realize there were so many specialized drinks. Custom lattes?”

Bucky’s jaw unclenched, and he mustered a small, reassuring smile for you. “Yeah, they get creative. But trust me, you’ll like the macchiato.”

Once you two collected your drinks, you picked out a cozy table near the window. The morning light bathed you in a soft glow that made your hair look…well, downright ethereal, if Bucky were being honest. And from the corner of his eye, he noticed more than one patron shooting glances your way.

You sipped your caramel macchiato, eyes lighting up at the sweet, creamy flavor. “This is wonderful!”

Bucky felt a surge of pride, as if he’d personally crafted the drink. “Glad you like it,” he said, resisting the urge to reach out and brush his fingers across your knuckles. Before the conversation could deepen, another interruption arrived—this time a fellow customer who lingered by the pastry display, giving you a once-over before sauntering over.

“Good morning,” she said, flipping her hair with a practiced flourish. “I haven't seen you here before."

You, perpetually polite, offered a friendly nod. “Yes, I’m new to Midg—New York. It’s very different from home.”

She giggled, eyes trailing over your features. “Well, if you need a local guide, I live right around the corner.” She lowered her voice, leaning in conspiratorially, “And I know all the best spots.”

Your eyebrows lifted in genuine curiosity. “Really? That sounds interesting.”

Bucky’s grip on his coffee cup tightened until his knuckles turned white. He cleared his throat, but she didn’t budge—she seemed more than happy to ignore him entirely, focusing on you like a hawk. “Yeah,” she continued. “I could show you a real good time. How about—”

“He’s good,” Bucky cut in, voice dangerously soft. He stared her down, his intense blue eyes flicking to her face with a distinct warning.

She blinked, finally noticing the murderously protective glint in his gaze. “Oh—are you two…?”

“Yes,” Bucky said bluntly, not even letting the question hang.

You, still oblivious, looked between them. “We’re on a date,” you added helpfully, as though trying to clarify.

The woman looked between you, Bucky, and his metal arm resting on the table. An awkward laugh escaped her. “My mistake. Enjoy your coffee.” She walked off, adjusting her purse with forced nonchalance.

As soon as she was gone, you turned back to Bucky, your expression perplexed. “She was hitting on me, right? Is that like a phrase, ‘hitting on someone?’ Because you said—”

“Yeah,” Bucky confirmed, irritation still simmering just behind his calm veneer. “She was.”

“Oh,” you murmured, taking another sip of your drink. “Well, that’s not a problem, is it? I mean, people here are friendly…”

Bucky exhaled heavily, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He reached across the table, lightly brushing the back of your hand. “You’re too nice for your own good,” he said softly. “Just...it gets on my nerves when strangers try to pick you up right in front of me.”

Understanding dawned on you, and your eyes softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He shook his head, giving a dismissive little shrug. “Not your fault at all. I just…might have a jealous streak, I guess.”

A warm smile curved your lips. “That’s kind of sweet. In a protective way.”

Your words made him relax, and he actually managed a genuine, sheepish grin. “Glad you think so.”

With the interlopers gone, you and Bucky finally got some quieter moments. You asked him about the differences between the 1940s and modern times—he gave you quick anecdotes about old radio shows, dime coffees, and awkward attempts to use smartphones now. In return, you regaled him with tales of Asgard—though you stuck to the less epic parts, not wanting to overshadow the mundane joy of a simple coffee date.

Sometimes Bucky would reach out and tap the rim of your cup with his vibranium fingers, almost like he wanted an excuse to brush against your hand. More than once, your gentle laughter made him forget the rest of the café altogether. That is, until your phone chimed with a text—a reminder from Tony about some meeting in a couple of hours.

“Guess we need to head back soon?” Bucky asked, trying and failing to hide his disappointment.

You nodded regretfully, finishing the last sweet sip of your drink. “Seems so. We can’t exactly ditch the meeting, can we? Tony would… he’d probably show up here with an Iron Man suit,” you joked.

Bucky gave a small smirk. “He’s petty like that.”

With some reluctance, you both stood, disposing of your cups and stepping out into the warm late-morning air. The short walk back to Avengers Tower was surprisingly pleasant, even with the occasional sideways glances from passersby who recognized one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Bucky kept close to you, occasionally brushing his shoulder against yours, as if to remind everyone this is my date.

The moment you stepped through the Tower doors, though, you found yourselves ambushed by the rest of the team loitering in the lobby—clearly waiting. Tony, arms crossed over his chest, grinned like a cat who caught the canary. Steve, Sam, Clint, and Natasha stood behind him in a loose huddle, each wearing various degrees of curiosity and mischief.

“Would you look at that,” Tony drawled, “our resident star-crossed duo has returned.”

Sam smirked. “Didn’t think a simple coffee run would take this long. Or is that code for something else?”

Clint raised an eyebrow suggestively. “‘Coffee run?’ That’s a new one.”

Bucky glowered at them, ears turning pink. “It was just coffee. And we walked.”

“Walked,” Tony echoed, lips twisting in an exaggerated pout. “Uh-huh, I’m sure.”

You, still glowing from the morning’s events, decided to speak up. “There was coffee, yes, and a few people...tried to start a conversation.”

Natasha picked up on your hint of confusion. “Tried to start a conversation? That’s a polite way of saying they were hitting on you in front of Bucky?”

You nodded earnestly, unwittingly dropping the bomb the team was waiting for. “Yes, actually! Twice, in fact. Bucky was not pleased.”

A collective gasp and a few stifled laughs rippled through the group. Sam hooted, patting Bucky’s shoulder. “Oh man, did you go all Winter Soldier on them? Metal arm intimidation?”

Bucky shrugged off Sam’s hand, trying to maintain dignity. “I just told them to buzz off. That’s all.”

Tony snickered. “I can see it now: ‘Move along, buddy, or you’ll be meeting Mr. Vibranium.’”

Steve, at least, tried to look sympathetic. “Glad it went okay, though. The date, I mean.”

“It was nice,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting in a sincere smile. “Very…sweet.” You turned to Bucky, stepping closer. “Thank you for showing me more of Midgard’s culture.”

Before Bucky could form a reply, you leaned in and planted a quick, affectionate kiss on his cheek. The lobby erupted in whoops and cackles. Sam feigned swooning against Clint, who patted his forehead dramatically. Tony cupped a hand to his ear as though straining to hear wedding bells. Bucky froze, eyes going wide, heat rushing to his face. But the grin that broke out was nothing short of radiant.

“Oh, that’s how it is, huh?” Tony teased, crossing his arms with a smug grin. “Looks like we’re gonna have to start calling you guys ‘Sugar and Spice.’”

Clint made an exaggerated smooching sound. “Or do we call you both ‘Buzz Off!’ and ‘He’s Mine!’”

Bucky grumbled something incoherent, but he still looked over at you with soft eyes that said he didn’t regret a thing.

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Steve (and friends) + text posts pt. 15/?

Bonus:

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[peachy-ash]

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captian america: the winter soldier

[missmarvelobsession]

Never got the love she deserved

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[mikeluciraphgabe]

I don’t think, as a fandom, we talk about Bucky and Steve fighting in one of the most gruesome and fucked up wars the modern world has seen enough (ontop of being raised by fathers who fought in the one before it)

While yes, they deserve and should be written as characters with PTSD because of what they do on the avengers/as the winter soldier/being placed in a whole new world without a say

We should also be writing them as characters who have fought in WWII and seen some fucking shit (Omaha beach, the bombs in Japan, people who where imprisoned at the concentration camp, their friends dying right next to them, helping out in the trenches, watching people loose a leg or arm, etc etc)

Ontop of this, bucky (in the comics and I think one of the cartoons) joined the army when he was like 17/18 years old. A fucking kid.

We should write more PTSD scenes of the two having flashbacks relating to WWII and not only the things I mentioned before

Steve is screaming and crying on the floor because Tony grabbed his arm from behind and- Buck is a fucking child and he’s stuck in the building, let go of me Sargent - let me go get my little brother before it blows and Tony is shushing him with “it’s okay hon, it’s just me”

Bucky is holding a gun up to his husband’s face because, just for a second, Sam (with a Halloween mask) looked like a gasser that killed a guy who pushed Bucky out of a window before said gas exploded on that floor and the guy died

More scenes of PTSD Bucky and Steve that goes to WWII

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i swear i can actually draw

[marvelilovebucky]

No words needed…