#domestic stevebucky

[punkbarnes2]

Feliz dia das mães 💕 / Happy Mother's Day . Sunday was Mother's day here in Brazil and in some others places out there, so, much joy for y'all (and your mommies) I made this art of Sarah and Winnie, because i feel like we deserved to see more of them 💕

[kurozawa46]

A very Stucky holiday season ☆ ⋆｡°✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎ

[gloromeien]

Beautiful friends! I am so, so excited to share my contribution to the @stuckybangs​! This is my first time ever participating in a bang--very much a challenge, but a really fun one. I had a great time collaborating with the fabulous @kahey2804​, who wrote the prompt that inspired this story and who created the gorgeous piece of art above that started it all! Also want to say a huge thank you to all the mods, @buckyismybicycle​, @mxaether​, and @sparkagrace​, for doing all the hard work of organizing the event and keeping us all in line. And last but never least, my beloved beta Kenaz, who keeps me honest--the best cheerleader a writer could ever have.

I do so hope you all enjoy this fluffy, slightly angsty little tale of found family and second chances, of a fresh-out-of-the-ice Steve finding his path in this new century, and of a grumpy but good-natured Bucky learning to trust again. First two chapters will post this weekend, and then once every two weeks. Thank you for reading! <3

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Darlene Wilson, Paul Wilson, Ramonda (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Taneleer Tivan, Monica Rambeau, Original Dog Character(s), Demonic Llama, Alpacas galore, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff Additional Tags: Shrunkyclunks | Modern Bucky Barnes/Captain America Steve Rogers, Stucky - Freeform, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: The First Avenger, Captain America Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Angst, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Good Boyfriend Steve Rogers, Lonely Steve Rogers, Pining Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Mechanic Bucky Barnes, Found Family, isolated community, Fantastic Four Cameos, ish, Dog fic, Catskill Mountains, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, HEA, Happy Ending, Bears a certain resemblance to a recent Chris Evans flick, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Let me know if there's something I've forgotten, StuckyBang2024 Summary:

Bucky Barnes had it all—grease under his fingernails, dog fur behind the cushions of his couch, a cozy place to call his own. The house, the truck, the dogs, the works. A ride-or-die, close-knit community. A patch of land he could wander. A mountain view to inspire him. After six tours of duty and nine months in captivity, Bucky knew how bad things could get, so he didn't dare ask for anything else. Especially not someone to hold.

Until a tall, blond super-soldier crash-landed into his quiet life and threatened to make all his dreams come true.

For now.

[rusted-soldier]

Fucking losing it because Steve probably runs a high body temperature and Bucky is always cold so the only logical solution for Bucky is cuddling with Steve and stealing sweatshirts.

[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 59/100

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) by @voylitscope

[Christmas fic, 48 785 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Bucky Barnes jumps at the chance to take a job opportunity hours from home. He's expecting a fresh start and a decent salary jump. He's not expecting to run into his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, on his first day. The years since they last talked have been hard ones for both of them, but falling back into their friendship is shockingly easy. Despite their time apart, December in this small town might bring them closer than ever.

(Or, a holiday romcom in which Bucky reads to children, Steve teaches art, new friendships are made, difficult conversations are had, cookies are baked, way too much coffee is consumed, home is found in surprising places and, eventually, feelings are confessed.)

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[revenginators]

I am tired and feeling #soft so enjoy my thoughts:

Steve and Bucky getting a cabin in upstate New York where they keep their goats and stay when the city gets to be too much

Steve is drawing and Bucky baking in the kitchen with huge windows overlooking the creek in the back yard

He smiles as he kneads the dough and the corners of his eyes crinkle and Steve just had to put down his sketch pad to kiss those beautiful little wrinkles

Bucky whines and swats him away, but he's laughing the whole time and when Steve finally stops, they're both just smiling even bigger

[stuckymonkey]

Masterlist

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kinktober week 1

[sparkagrace]

flower girl by @sparkagrace 3k | teen | al, pal and alpine series

tags: kid fic, family fluff, alpine, steve x bucky, weddings

“We got married a month before you were born, Ally Pally. We didn’t have time to plan a big wedding like Uncle Sam’s. We just went to city hall.”

Allie has some concerns about Steve and Bucky's wedding and tries to set things right.

[rxvera]

Your Heart Is My Home

This is super short and sweet. I haven't written in so long I'm like in a frenzy, but anyways, enjoy <3

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Steve's washing dishes. The only sound that reverberates through the house is the gentle clanging of plates and the steady stream of soapy water.

Bucky leans against the archway between kitchen and living room. His arm is crossed over his chest, gently cupping his stump.

The calm stillness and quiet should remind him of something awful. Quiet never meant anything good. It didn't mean freedom or even a break.

Steve drops a metal pan a little too hard. There's a loud crash. Bucky doesn't flinch. Steve merely whispers, "oops." He doesn't turn around or panic at all.

Calm meant dread. Stillness meant shock. Quiet meant horror.

The noise meant a variety of things, death, panic, heartbreak, or pain. It's often the predecessor or successor to its "softer" counterpart. That combination...it's what made his world so fucking shitty.

Bucky takes a breath. He's still. He's calm. He's quiet. He pads slowly over to Steve and stands behind him, wrapping his arm around his chest.

"Hey, Buck," Steve murmurs. He bends his chin and presses a kiss to Bucky's wrist.

Bucky is bound that world anymore, though. He's not a solider. He's not a wolf.

"I love you," Bucky whispers.

"I love you too."

He is simply James Bucky Rogers-Barnes, in love, not pain.

"You're my home, Stevie," He drops his head on Steve's shoulder. "I'm home," because home is where he feels love in the calm, quiet stillness.

[smutconnoisseur]

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

While Navigating fatherhood along his angst a teenage son and balancing a career, Steve Rogers finds himself in the crosshairs of one James Barnes, a protective single father of his own.

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

Chapter 1 : Vexed

Chapter 2 : Unforeseen

Chapter 3 : Formidable

Chapter 4 : Steady

Chapter 5 : Revelation

Chapter 6 : Cardinal

Chapter 7 : Fortuitous

Chapter 8 : Consternation

Chapter 9 : Felicity

Chapter 10 : Disquietude

Chapter 11 : Shield

Chapter 12 : Inconspicuous

Chapter 13 : Nascent

Chapter 14 : Exposed

Chapter 15 : Open

Chapter 16 : Safeguard

Chapter 17 : Cupids Chokehold

Chapter 18 : Naked

Chapter 19 : Treasure

Chapter 20 : Locked

Chapter 21 : Candid

Chapter 22 : Slumber

Chapter 23 : Allies

Chapter 24 : Confidential

Chapter 25 : Found

Chapter 26 : Disturbance

Chapter 27 : Acumen

Chapter 28 : Coup

Chapter 29 : Dexterous

Chapter 30 : Antagonist

Chapter 31 : Firecracker

Chapter 32 : Vicissitude

Chapter 33 : Retribution

Chapter 34 : Dynamic

Chapter 35: Mudita

Chapter 36 :

Lachrymose

↳ Events in Expect The Unexpected, From the point of view of Teddy.

[rusted-soldier]

Forever in love with Steve introducing Bucky to 21st century food, and even though Bucky would probably prefer simple and plain things, Steve always assures him that if he ever wants some nice spices they have the money to do it, they’re not struggling and he won’t be in trouble for wanting something or asking for it.

[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 56/100

Coming Up Easy by @musette22

[Modern AU, 45 515 words, Explicit]

Summary:

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

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[quinnhayden]

hey! I just finished rereading not the standard unit and I was completely re-blown away by how amazing of an author you are, and what good storylines youve created for this series!!! i CANNOT wait to see what is coming for cannon or future aus you will write and i am SO EXCITED for more domestic trio in the future!!!! if you are taking requests right now, I would really really really love to see a modern pre-serum steve with any version of quinn and bucky!!! just like a cute little first meeting or domestic fluff blurb/ficlet if you ever have time to write something like that!!! anyways, your writing is so amazing and I just can’t get enough of domestic Bucky in the 21st-century and I am a slut for any aus that contain him. keep being awesome!!!!

first of all...YOU ARE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹 also thanks for reminding me that i actually do have an AU that's been sitting unfinished for like two years. but it's basically modern!stevebucky with cap!quinn. bucky is an undercover shield agent that's assigned to watch over quinn out of the ice (like sharon in civil war). steve is his freelance artist hubby that doesn't know bucky works for shield, either. they're neighbors in clint's apartment building. so here! have steve finding out that quinn is soulmate! also let me shove my love for dragon age in here

As soon as Quinn opens the door and sees that it’s Steve on the other side, she slams it back in his face. “What’d I do?” Steve asks loudly because he doesn’t know she could hear him even if he whispered. She waits one whole minute before she slowly opens it back up, eyes narrowed at him. He holds up a plate of cinnamon rolls like he’s offering them up to appease her anger. She holds her glare a little bit more before she snatches the plate, turns around, and stomps away. She leaves the door open so that Steve knows he’s allowed inside.

“You told me I could be with anyone.” Quinn picks up the white video game case with a massive dragon on the front, red with some splotches of blood, body transparent so a person can see a few characters inside. It’s branded with the title Dragon Age: Origins. “I’ve tried and tried, but all Morrigan wants to be is friends!” Steve bursts out in a fit of laughter so loud and giddy that he clutches at his chest. She puts the case back on her coffee table, huffs, and angrily bites at a cinnamon roll, not caring that the icing will make her fingers all sticky.

“Sorry,” he breathes out when he’s done being a little shit. “I forgot that Alistair and Morrigan are straight.” He uses air quotes on that last word. He must think that it’s bullshit, too. “Also, in my defense, I honestly didn’t think that you’d be interested in a romance with her.”

“Why in the blue hell would you think that?”

“You seem like the kind of person that likes them soft and sweet like Alistair or Leliana. Morrigan is…a little mean and prickly at the start and you have to really work to be her friend let alone romance her as a male warden,” he explains carefully. “I didn’t think she was your type.”

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Oh, yeah, a pretty lady that can be mean and put me in my place. Real turn off there. Do you know how she reacts when you give her the mirror? Steve, she’s adorable.” Quinn almost cried, this little fictional character was so cute and awkward. Quinn sighs in defeat before she admits, “Alistair was my second choice.”

“If you had a gaming computer, there are things called mods where you can alter the gameplay. So, you could romance Morrigan as a female warden.” She hadn’t noticed that, under his plate, he had a stack of mail in hand, too. “Clint was downstairs and told me to tell you politely to, and I quote, quit sitting around playing games all day and get your fucking mail. The mailman can’t fit much more in your box.”

“Oops.” She blushes and meekly takes the mail. The topmost letter is from the Social Security Administration. “Oh. I think this is my Social Security card.” Phil had mentioned she’d be getting some important documents soon. She’s finally an official living person again with a Social Security card, updated birth certificate, state ID—the works. He raises a brow as she rips the letter open. “I lost a lot of stuff in the move between here and Kentucky.” It’s technically the truth. Steve simply doesn’t know that there were seven decades between the moves.

Steve’s in the middle of a sip of his coffee when she pulls out the Social Security card. “There. I’m official now,” she proudly declares and flashes him the card that has QUINN ESTHER HAYDEN printed across the front. She knows she’s supposed to keep it private, but she doubts Steve will try to steal her identity. “Well, I’m…back to being official,” she adds lamely, still going with her lie.

Quinn doesn’t expect Steve to suddenly choke on his drink and spit some of it out on the floor. She yelps and takes an automatic step back then rushes around the mess to pat him on the back. He jerks away from her reach, waving her off, and she leaves her arm hanging there, confused to hell and back. “I’m sorry!” Steve squeaks between coughs and clearing his throat. “I—it—wow! That went down the wrong way!”

“Do you need—”

“Nope! I am okay!” Quinn’s not so sure about that. His entire face is flushed and redder than a tomato. Also, he speaks in that loud way someone does when they’re nervous. “Just need my inhaler! I should—I have to work!” Then, he whirls around and barrels full steam ahead, but forgot he closed the door because he whacks right into it. Before she even has the chance to ask him if he’s okay because he’s clearly not, he leaves her apartment like a bat out of hell.

“Uh?” she says dumbly to the silence of her apartment.

[questionableratatouille00]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ (ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ)

Pairing: Stucky/Stevebucky

Summary: it’s a lament I guess

Warnings: talks of abuse and domestic violence, child abuse, religion is heavily mentioned, religious imagery(???), death, sadness, homophobia, internal homophobia, slight mention of suicidal ideation. Let me know if more needs to be tagged.

When he fell off that train, James Buchanan Barnes died. When James Buchanan Barnes’ empty grave was filled with dirt, he was truly gone.

Steve would never see him again. He would never see his perfectly styled—‘but casual,’ Bucky had always reminded him—hair again. He would never stare into those beautiful steel blue eyes again. He would never bundle into Bucky’s warmth during the cold winter nights in Brooklyn in their occasionally shared bed. He would never smell that familiar scent, the pine trees with a hint of sandalwood and something else that was so inherently Bucky.

He would never feel the soft and warm touch of Bucky’s fingers against his chin as he helped Steve shave a spot he’d missed. Not that he grew much facial hair anyway. But he liked pretending that there was something to shave.

These days, he’s positive that he could grow a beard or a mustache if he really wanted to. Product of the Serum.

He doesn’t know how he feels about the Serum anymore. It feels like everything that came from it came with a price.

He can grow a beard now, but he has no hair on any other place on his body beside his head. And that’s literal; the only hair he has—his scalp, his brows, his lashes, his potential beard, and even his ear and nose hair.

He got what he wanted, too. A strong and healthy body. Strength. Speed. Quicker healing.

But the price for that was higher, too. He lost what he actually cared about. Bucky. His home in Brooklyn. Bucky. His peace. Bucky. Occasionally, his morals, too. Like when he was so eager for revenge on HYDRA. And he lost Bucky, too.

He didn’t know why he kissed Peggy. Part of him thinks that he did it because he thought he was expected to. But it wasn’t like he was in front of a crowd with the Star Spangled Singers, so who was he performing for?

Another part of him thought he was doing it because he liked her. Which he did, that wasn’t a complete lie. She was pretty, and smart, and confident. And she seemed to like him enough. And even before the Serum, she liked him more than any other woman had besides his mother. His Ma. He missed her. And he missed Bucky.

Even after his Ma died, he saw her everywhere. He saw her in the 40s, in the nurses who worked with the 107th after he rescued them. He saw her in some of the girls who danced on stage with him, their sparkling eyes and mischievous grins and their soft hands and faces when they were worried about him.

He saw her in the future, too. He saw her in pots of coffee, he saw her in mothers watching their children who sat next to him on the benches at the park as he was sketching the birds, he saw her in himself sometimes, too. In his blond hair, in his sense of right and wrong. Sometimes he felt like he was losing that.

But what seeing her in all of these places taught him was that even after people died and went to Heaven or wherever people go when they die, (Steve wasn’t really sure anymore, not after what he’d seen) they weren’t really gone.

He didn’t know if Heaven was real or not. He was raised Catholic, and even if his Ma couldn’t afford to feed herself some nights, she did make sure he got to go to church. When he was thirteen, he had a phase where he really didn’t want to go.

And his Ma didn’t make him go. He was lucky like that; some kids he knew (or knew of, he didn’t have very many friends during that time of his life) had rebelled against their parents and didn’t want to go, and their parents would beat them as a punishment.

His Ma never hit him. Intentionally, that was. Of course, she’d bumped into him a few times, but she’d never hurt him on purpose.

He knew Bucky’s dad beat him. Not all the time, only when he’d done something his father deemed ‘bad’ enough. Bucky didn’t like to talk about it.

In the future, such things are considered abuse, and people care about it. People can and do go to jail for it, now. Steve was glad.

He ended up going to church again a few weeks after the phase started and inevitably finished. He believed in it enough, and he knew it made his Ma happy.

But even so, it all didn’t seem to stick after he came out of the ice. He didn’t know if there was a God or not, but he guessed he’d find out later, right?

But it wasn’t just his Ma who’d he see in things. He’d see Bucky, too. He’d see Bucky in little boys who were pushing their sisters on the swings at the park, he’d see Bucky in guys who went to comic book stores and other ‘nerdy’ places.

He saw Bucky’s curious mind in Bruce, he saw his stress for the people he cared about in Tony. He saw him in Nat, who cared about him and his health. He saw him in Wanda, who cared and stressed so deeply about the world it occasionally gave her headaches or made her sick. He saw him in Pietro, too, when the kid was still alive. In Pietro’s charm, his flirtatious nature when he talked to the Sokovian girls he saved.

He saw his loyalty in Sam. He saw his marksmanship in Clint. He saw his cleverness in Scott.

He saw his intelligence in Thor. Just like Bucky, Thor was really, really smart. People would assume that he wasn’t due to the fact that he was Asgardian and not from Earth, or because he’s so handsome that even if he was as dumb as a rock it wouldn’t matter.

People in the forties knew Bucky was smart, he was well educated and he talked like he was smart, along with the fact that he knew a lot about a lot of things. He had to be smart to be a sniper.

But people never knew just how smart Bucky was. Bucky was much smarter than Steve ever was, and likely ever would be.

In that awful museum exhibit, they have a few small bits about him and Bucky. Not enough to show how much they meant to each other, and on that Steve was sure. They didn’t even talk about his Ma, besides mentioning that he was born to her. They had messed up her name, too. That made Steve angry. Not even angry, enraged, really.

His Ma was his biggest influence, one of the most important people in his life and not only did they not even care enough to talk about her, but they messed up her name. Her name was Sarah Rogers, not Sara Rogers.

It wasn’t the only error. A popular belief about him was that his birthday was July 4th. That wasn’t true. It’s what he’d said on one of his enlistment forms. Just like he changed his city and state, he’d changed his birthday, too. It would make it easier if he was caught. Nobody would believe that that many Steve Rogers were born on the same day. His real birthday was December 22nd. Nobody alive knew about that. The Howlies didn’t, Peggy didn’t, Commander Phillips didn’t, nobody did. Except for Bucky. And that secret was buried in his empty grave. None of those historians would’ve known it. Those historians sure liked to focus on him and Peggy, though. He didn’t know how he felt about that.

He only kissed her once. Which, he guessed, meant a lot, considering he didn’t kiss very many people.

If anyone asked him about his first kiss, he’d say it was a girl from Brooklyn. He made up a name for her and everything. Charlotte Darlene. He wasn’t sure if Darlene was meant to be a second first name or a last name, but nobody ever asked, so it didn’t matter.

But that was another lie about him. There were a lot of those, he realized.

The truth is that his first kiss wasn’t Charlotte Darlene. It wasn’t a girl from Brooklyn, either. It wasn’t a girl at all.

It was Bucky.

Bucky was a lot of Steve’s firsts. He was his first best friend, his first kiss, his first Coney Island buddy, he was his first housemate, and he was the first person to destroy him, too.

He could remember that kiss. That was the worst part.

They were having a sleepover at Steve’s house. His Ma was at work, she was wouldn’t be home until late. They’d built a pillow fort in front of the couch using it, its cushions, and the sheets off Steve’s bed. It was small, so the two 14 and 15 year old boys were pressed up against each other. They were talking about something stupid, like girls in their class that they liked.

Bucky was talking about how there was this pretty girl, Nancy Laurel, that he had a crush on.

Nancy Laurel was a pretty girl. She was thin, and her family was well off. So was Bucky’s, but then again so was nearly everyone compared to Steve. Nancy’s eyes were a bright blue, like the sky or the ocean on a sunny day. Her skin was pale, but when she blushed it made her cheeks a beautiful pink. Her hair was blonde, always neatly styled in soft and gentle waves or curls.

The air in the small blanket and pillow fort was hot from their laughter, and as they quit laughing for a minute, they just smiled at each other. Steve could remember what Bucky looked like, his cheeks a light pink and his smile wide. His eyes sparkled, and they were so beautiful it made Steve want to ask God to strike him down right then and there.

That was when Bucky quickly leaned in and kissed him. Steve knew he intended it to be a quick peck, but something made Bucky linger there for a minute before he pulled away.

Both boys stared at each other again. But this time, it wasn’t a small pause in conversation filled with bright smiles. It was a sense of fear shared between them. He could see the shame and instant regret on Bucky’s face; the poor boy looked like he was seeing the devil at that very moment. Steve didn’t think he looked like that. All Steve felt was shock, and a hint of fear. That was wrong, and he knew it was wrong. Boys don’t kiss boys, boys kiss girls and fall in love with them and get married and have kids. That was that.

Steve didn’t believe in that anymore, nor did he ever really believe in it back then.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky’s eyes watered. “I’m sorry.” And then he rushed out.

It was a Friday night that night. Bucky and Steve didn’t talk until the following Monday, where Steve hoped he was making it clear that he just wanted to forget about it and pretend it never happened. And Bucky seemed to agree, because the 17 year old boy never brought it up again.

They didn’t have any more sleepovers until the following month after that. It was December when that happened. Steve’s last sleepover as a 16 year old boy was the most memorable one he’d ever had.

Steve found his grave a couple of months after the Battle of New York. He was buried in Brooklyn. His grave was nice enough. He was buried in front of an angel statue. She was a beautiful angel, with her head tilted slightly down as she looked upon the graves. Particularly, upon Bucky’s empty one.

“I see him everywhere,” He told Natasha as they stood on the roof of a HYDRA building they’d just cleared out. She said nothing at that.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do. When we find him.” He confessed. She looked at him, a knowing look in her eyes.

“You’ll figure it out. I’m guessing you’re not going to hand him to the authorities? Or the government?”

“Hell no.” He huffed out a laugh. “I..I can’t force him to stay. But if he agrees to go back to the states with us, I’ll let him stay with me. Like we did back in the forties.”

“Steve.” She hummed, and he looked at her. She held his gaze as she continued. “I know you want to have him back. But the guy you’re looking for is not the same guy who fell from that train. I know you want him to be, but he will never be that again.” Natasha Romanoff was a good friend. She was a good friend because she was honest. Even if sometimes he didn’t want her to be.

He looked back out towards the woods the building was concealed by. He tried to ignore the stinging in his eyes and the burning in this throat as he answered.

“I know.” There was silence after that.

[rusted-soldier]

Thinking about a world in which Steve retires but doesn’t leave Bucky so they have a little apartment in Brooklyn, and Steve stays up waiting for Bucky to come home after his missions so he can make sure he eats and bandages his wounds, and they stay together until the end of the line, and far beyond.

[steevbuckk]

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Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by @stevebuckyrightsonly

[Kid fic, 102 861 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

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