#hint: they're not!!!! i just picked the colors that look like poison!!! did i get you???

[firstelevens]

I must ask about WEE BABIES! do you see sambucky having kids in your au? if yes, soon after they're married or wayyy into the future? hypothetically what would happen if *gasp* their child doesn't have a sweet tooth? 😱

The answer to this question would have been a clear no a few months ago but now I think it’s fifty-fifty. If they did have a kid, it would probably be a couple years into their marriage, and if that kid did not have a sweet tooth, I think it would go a little something like this:

“This is your fault, you know.”

“My fault?” 

“One hundred percent,” says Bucky, lifting their son into his lap and narrowly avoiding dragging his knuckles through ketchup. He’s opting to ignore the way that Riley dramatically flopped onto the table after pushing away his plate, a move that definitely came straight out of the Barnes playbook.

“You’re blaming me for the fact that he doesn’t like cake,” Sam says, as he brings their plates over, already dished out. The era of serving dishes on the table ended right around when Riley figured out how to get a grip on serving spoons and they haven’t gone back yet.

“He knows that—thanks, sweetheart—he knows that Daddy can’t carry him if Daddy’s carrying cake, and now he resents an entire genre of food.”

Sam snorts. “Yeah, it’s that and not the fact that he just doesn’t like sweet things.”

“He did act like we tried to poison him that time we fed him ice cream,” muses Bucky. “Doesn’t explain why he took one look at the chicken nuggets and decided that they were cake, too.”

Riley, not one to let his opinions go unvoiced, shifts his face slightly away from where it’s tucked into Bucky’s chest and cries out, “No cake!”

“No cake,” repeat Sam and Bucky, practiced enough to be in sync now.

“I think it’s the color,” says Sam, picking up one of the nuggets to examine it. “And I guess they’re shaped kind of like the gingerbread he tried and hated at Sarah’s.”

“I can’t believe cookies don’t get a pass, either,” says Bucky. “What are we supposed to bribe him with when he gets older?”

“Cucumbers,” says Sam. “And cherry tomatoes, when we’re desperate.”

“This kid’s being raised by two semi-professional bakers and he’s got the same diet as AJ’s pet turtle.”

Sam laughs out loud, and Riley immediately turns to look at him like he doesn’t want to miss it. Bucky can’t blame him, even if it does mean having to scramble to hold Riley secure in his lap as he wriggles around.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold him?” asks Sam. “How are you gonna eat?”

“I’ll be fine,” says Bucky. “One of us skipped lunch today, and it wasn’t me.”

Sam’s eyes narrow. “How’d you know that?”

“Cass ratted you out,” Bucky says. “How does a man spend ten hours a day surrounded by food and somehow still miss a meal?”

“J and I shot an extra video today so I could take tomorrow off,” says Sam, and points with his fork towards Bucky’s plate without interrupting himself. “I got distracted.”

Bucky takes the hint and looks down to see what put that little grin on Sam’s face: Riley’s chubby hand reaching out to grab one of the vareniki on Bucky’s plate. They both watch as he examines it, then grin wider as he seems to deem it far enough from cake and takes a bite.

It’s important that they not hover, so Bucky makes himself continue the conversation even though he’d much rather watch Riley copy the way Sam is eating.

“I swear, I’m gonna start setting a reminder on your phone like old people have for their pills.”

“Yeah, ‘cause what I need in a kitchen with six ovens and a dozen batches of proving dough at any given minute is more timers.”

“Then prepare for Cass to keep– wait, zaychik, that’s not a normal cucumber; I don’t think you’ll…”

Bucky trails off as Riley takes a bite of a cornichon, braced for his horrified reaction to the sourness. Instead, all they get is a thoughtful hum before he takes a second bite.

“What the hell?” mouths Sam, and all Bucky can do is shrug.

“Try the beets,” he mouths back at Sam, and watches as Sam spears a vinegar-dressed beet with his fork. A second later, Riley picks one up, too. This time, sweet doesn’t seem to be an issue, and he immediately goes for another one before turning back to the dumplings.

At some point, Sam’s phone came out of his pocket, and now he’s got it pointed at Bucky, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“What have we learned today, Buck?”

“That apparently you could’ve been wielding your influence way more often at the dinner table?”

“Bucky.”

“We’ve learned that sometimes picky eaters aren’t picky eaters,” he says, with a laugh. “Sometimes they’re just Russian.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Hey, just 'cause I'm teaching him about his family, doesn't mean you're off the hook for the cake thing.”

“Papa, no cake!”

“No cake, buddy,” Bucky intones solemnly, and kisses the side of Riley’s head. "Guess we'll just do a giant bowl of beets for the third birthday then, huh?"

(This time, when Sam throws his head back and laughs, both Riley and Bucky stop what they're doing to admire him.)

[blubberingmess]

[Big brother]

Pairing: Bucky x sister!teen!reader

Summary: Bucky with his baby sister.

Warnings: fluff.

*gif not mine*

"Yo Bucky, this looks good. Can I have some--"

"No. You're already eating." Is the immediate respond Sam had gotten from the metal armed man who is still making a small batch of pancakes.

"But that actually looks good, not gonna lie." Sam looks down at the counter where a plate of rather beautiful pieces of pancakes lies. It's perfectly made and decorated with sliced fruits, on top is a good amount of whipcream with a maple syrup bottle on the side. Compared to his salad which became dull after looking at the pancakes.

"Is it yours? Can I have that one then?" Sam gestures towards the pancake Bucky flipped with ease.

"No."

Steve, who is currently sitting on one of the stools spoke up, eyes still on his phone for he is intent on learning more about modern technologies. "They're for (Y/n)."

"Good morning, guys."

Speak of the devil.

"'Morning, sis. I made you some pancakes." Bucky's usual brooding personality in the morning was quick too change into a more softer, happy looking face. Sam could've thought that even his whole aura changed as soon as you step in the kitchen.

You glanced at the counter and saw the familiar deliciously looking pancakes Bucky would almost always made you every morning for the past two years. Skipping towards your big brother, you peck him on the cheek before sitting down on one of the stools, drizzling the maple syrup on top of the whipcream before taking a bite with your fork.

"This tastes amazing! Thank you, Jaime."

Bucky turned off the stove and walk towards the counter with a two plate of pancakes in both of his hands, but less decorated and no fruits nor whipcream on it; looks normal while yours looks fancy and colorful.

"You're welcome, baby."

Slightly chapped lips was pressed on your temples before Bucky sat down next to you, digging in on his own breakfast while sliding the other one to Sam. Bucky didn't bother making Steve breakfast, knowing he already ate before going through his phone.

Sam looks down at his plate and shrugs, it actually tastes pretty good (he knows his pancakes are much better though).

Still, after you suddenly popped up to one of their harder-than-normal missions three years ago, Sam still can't get used at how Bucky's whole mood changes whenever he's around you, and also when he's not.

He treats you so very differently from the others-- even Steve!

Who can blame him? Been apart from his little sister for decades, thinking she's dead or just very old and had forgotten about him, only finding out that she's one of the two experiments of another secret organization called Poison.

The moment Bucky saw you, he instantly dropped his gun and run towards you who really looked like a threat that time. It gave the impression that Bucky likely won't care if he gotten killed by you, he dropped his gun for crying out loud! Not even thinking twice before coming towards you and even hugged you, not knowing if you're some kind of hallucination, a robot, a ghost, Or some brainwashed little girl.

It's also the first time they ever saw Bucky cried.

The following days after that was wild and full of surprises, it results to a bloodied nose and a split up lip.

"You should also eat some fruits, Jaime. Not just me." You sound almost scolding as you began picking up the slices of fruits from your plate and placing it on Bucky's.

"I could say the same thing to you. The only kind of fruit you've been eating are plums." Bucky grumbles but the corner of his lips curls up into a smile as he watched you equally divided the fruits for the both of you.

"Same goes to you, brother. You smell like plums all the time, also something woody... and a hint of gunpowder."

"Is it bad?" You look up from your plate, grinning at the scrunched up face of your brother.

"No, It's a familiar scent; Subtle and quite comforting. It smells like... home." You softly said with such serenity, sounding so certain and unquestioning at your choice of word.

"No, wait." You shook your head, smiling up at Bucky. "You don't just smell like it, you feel like it. You feel like home."

Home. Bucky feels like home-- scratch that-- Bucky is your home, no matter where you go. Decades apart can't change that fact.

The men in the room are still, even Sam who was about to make a funny comment about Bucky's smell. All hearts are clenching in a good way, especially the long haired brunette who glanced up at you with eyes full of love and affection. His face relaxed to a more gentle one, touched by your words.

God, how did he became so lucky to have a sister like you? Bucky thought.

"That's the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed." Tony's voice sounded from the entrance, arms crossed with a smile of amusement etched on his face.

"Tony, goodmorning," You greeted when no one else did. Tony nodded his head at your direction, acknowledging your politeness before swiping his eyes from Bucky to Steve, suddenly getting serious.

"I think I know where they're hiding."

How is the taste? Just kidding. It's currently 3 in the morning so I might edit this when I wake up.

I just love brother!Bucky. This actually made me happy. Though to someone who have an older brother, what does it feels like? Who's more likely to be a bitch? You or him?

[huntertheblackwolf]

Assassins, Companions, And Family Chapter 1 Part 2

This is a continuation of Chapter 1 and I truly hope that you enjoy it! Love you, my pups!💜

2.8k words, almost 3k!!

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Hunter eyes snapped open, sensing someone watching them, causing him to jolt the pup awake.

"Finally found you. You're very hard to trace back, you know? With the help of one simple spell, however, it wasn't that difficult. For me, anyways." Said Loki as he walked out of the shadows, wearing casual clothing. "And you've already sensed me before I even made myself known." Loki said, holding his hands behind his back confidently.

Hunter stood up with a wince, Loki noticed, and bended over the pup. Hunter wrapped the blanket tightly over the egg again and gave it the cub, who clutched it in its mouth.

"You have a pup." He said with fascination on his face. "A wolf one at that too. They're very loyal companions, especially male ones and this one seems loyal to you already. Impressive. You continue to surprise me at every turn!"

Hunter looked up at Loki, directly in his eyes, and tapped his foot twice. The pup, now known as a male wolf, took off, the egg secured in his mouth. Quickly taking out a gun, he tried to pull the trigger, but with a wave of Lokis' hand, he was stopped by the same spell as before. The golden webs.

"Now now. I'm just here to talk." Loki said

Hunter glared, still trapped in the webs of gold, trying to find ways to get out quickly. Loki spoke up again.

"I want to know why you want to kill me. I've never seen you before. So why? Did someone send you?" He asked when he obviously already knew the answer.

Hunter covered up his embarrassment behind an emotionless mask, seeing he was found out.

"..."

Loki looked at him and cocked his head, thinking for a moment. He waved his hand and the spell released Hunters head only.

"You don't talk very much, do you? Or can you even talk at all? I've heard you snarl, but that's all." Loki said with a hint of false sadness seeping in.

Hunters red eyes burned as they glared viciously at Loki. A growl started to slowly build up as Loki continued to talk, knowing Loki was aware of what was going on.

"You growl now! What's under your hood, I wonder still? We were interrupted last time when I tried to pull it down. Now that no ones here to disturb us, why not take the chance." He said with a grin.

Loki started to walk towards Hunter, who flinched and tried to cover it, as Loki stopped directly in front him. The growling started to increase in volume, as Loki reached a hand towards Hunters hoodie.

"Let's see what we have here." He said smug.

With a quick tug, Hunters face was revealed and Loki pulled his hand away before Hunter could lunge at it. The growling that was increasing in volume stopped and silence replaced it.

Loki eyes slowly widen as surprise, anger, and sadness filled them.

"What in the Norns? Loki whispered as he stared at Hunter's face and stepped back a bit. "You're so young. What happened?" He said in shock.

With his body frozen, Hunter couldn't do anything to stop Loki from pulling down his hoodie. He snarled at Loki as he questioned him, but it was a sad imitation to the one before. He tried to install fear, but it sounded desperate.

"That's a very poor intimation, you know." Said Loki in a whisper again. "I planned to actually kill you, but I also did plan something else if I was impressed by you." Loki paused and then continued after awhile. "You're coming with me." Loki confirmed.

"Yes. You're definitely coming with me. Especially if you're living here. I already planned everything out of course." He laughed to himself as he said this.

Hunter's eyes widen as Loki said this and tried to keep snarling, but couldn't anymore.

"I'm going to let you go and you're going to call your cub. I'm doing this out of the 'kindness' of my heart. Try to hurt or kill me, I will take you with me by force. Understand?"

Hunter stopped snarling, but glared at him, Loki falsely smiling at him. Hunter slowly nodded and Loki waved his hand, the golden webs disappearing.

Hunter pulled up his hoodie quickly after being released. They both seemed to have a standoff with each other, Hunter being a bit shorter then Loki, until Hunter tapped his foot once. A hushed movement came from near the boxes as the pups' face only came out, the eggs blanket still in its mouth. Noticing Hunter, he quickly bounced to him, being careful with the egg. Steeping towards the pup, Hunter slowly grabbed him and the egg with a wince, still injured from Ironmans' blast, and cradled them in his arms. The pup, now noticing Loki, let out a soft growl, trying to scare him off. Loki only smiled at him.

"Very cute." He said towards the pup and turned back to Hunter. "You're hurt, aren't you? I'll fix you later. Do you have anything else you need to bring with you, however?"

"..." Hunter turned around, grabbing a worn out backpack from behind some boxes, and with some careful maneuvering with the pup and egg still in his arms, he put it over his shoulder.

"Is that all?" Loki questioned and with Hunter giving a stiff nod, he raised his hands and started to wave them around.

"Close your eyes and try to cover your pups as well." He said with a smile and stern voice.

With a slight glare towards Loki, still not trusting him, but knowing he had no choice, he listend and closed his eyes. Covering the pups' ones with his hand carefully. Loki finished his spell and they were off.

Even with his eyes closed, Hunter saw colors bursting from behind his eyelids. He suddenly felt his feet contact solid ground, not noticing he was off the ground until now. He still had his eyes shut and his hand over the pups'. He heard Loki land next to him and Loki started to speak.

"You can open your eyes now."

Slowly doing so, Hunter noticed that they were somewhere different. In what looked like an expensive living room, and outside the window was the view of the New York City's skyline, the sun beginning to set.

'Still here. Good. Can't escape though. He'll find me again with magic. Follow until plan can be developed. If I can even get a chance.' Hunter thought as Loki spoke with a knowing look.

"Welcome to my housing. You can let your pup and egg down, you know. I don't murder animals, especially such magnificent creatures like wolves. But I understand, so let me show you your room." He said, knowing Hunter would follow him, as he stared to walk down a hallway.

He was right as he heard almost silent footsteps following him. Turning a corner, he stopped at a door and turned towards Hunter.

"This will be your room. I expect you to still be here and I think you already know what will happen if you're not."

Loki started to walk away as he spoke up one final time.

"And I also expect you for dinner later this evening however, so get ready. There are clothes in the closet and take a shower." He vanished around a corner as he said this, his voice carried out.

Hunter was looking at the his new room door, tighting his grip on both of his companions, as he stared hard at it. The pup whined and Hunter snapped out of his trance and looked down, his eyes softened as he looked fondly at the pup. Looking up again, he slowly gripped the doorknob, careful of his precious cargo, and opened the door wide.

Inside was a simple decor, with a bed, drawers, a table, armchair, two wide windows, and two other doors. Hunter quickly closed the door and locked it, before he carefully let go of the pup. Seeting his backpack on the armchair, he went towards the bed and carefully set down the egg, wrapping the egg up tightly. The pup climbed up the bed, who received help from Hunter, quickly curled around it once he got up on the bed.

He explored the two other doors, seeing one was a closet filled with clothes and the other was a bathroom. Turning around, he looked outside and saw the sky getting dark. He did a soundless tsk to himself seeing this. With a look towards the pup and egg, seeing them well and asleep, he got ready to have dinner with Loki. Knowing he had to protect his small, animal filled family, he choose not to find ways to kill or attack Loki. Not yet anyways.

'Protect. Don't attack. Not yet.' He thought as he collected clothes he believed would fit him, to the bathroom. He quietly closed the door, setting the clothes down, and he removed his cloak, hanging it. Starting the shower as lukewarm, he removed the rest of his clothes and carefully undid the bandages around his chest. Slowly steeping in, he silently whimpered in pain, clenching his teeth and gripping the stall.

Being quick about it and scrubbing hard, dirt started to leave his hair and the water was turning dark brown as it swirled down the drain. Being careful with the injury, he scrubbed himself down, and allowed water to wash it away. Checking that he was thoroughly clean, Hunter quickly stopped the shower and dryed himself. Finishing, he stared getting dressed in a three piece suit he picked out, believing that it looked good. After bandaging his chest with what he found in the bathroom, he tied his boots which completed the touch. Exiting, he unhooked his cloak and placed it on himself, putting his hood on his head, blocking the light from setting on his face.

Approaching the bed, he set the covers onto his family, seeing it the only way to block out the cold and for warmth to gather. With the job done, he started to quietly walk towards the door and open it. Looking back, he saw them still asleep, and he left the room, hoping nothing would happen.

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Walking into the kitchen, he noticed Loki, who was dressed formally, reading a think book. Loki looked up and noticed him. He started to speak.

"You're here. Good." He said, snapping the book shut. "Food has arrived. It's not poisoned if that's what you're thinking. I know what it's like so don't fret. Let's eat and 'speak'. I want to get to know you." He said with a smile and walked towards the dining room with Hunter already following him.

Loki looked back at him and commented on his outfit as they sat down at their respected seats near each other, and food was already on their plates.

"Very nice outfit. You at least know how to dress yourself which is good. Can't have a buffoon now, can we? Although, the cloak ddoesn't pull it off. Does it hold any meaning?" Loki said with a smile and he questioned Hunter, trying to see if Hunter would answer.

Picking at his food, Hunter tried to ignore him and eat some of it.

"It's very impolite to ignore your host, you know? Are you afraid?" He asked

Hunter looked up at him and stopped eating.

"I gathered some paper and a pen" Loki said as he poofed up some, "so you can 'speak' to me and answer my questions. You already know what I asked, so answer me."

Hunter harshly glared at him and carefully moved the paper and pen towards himself and started to write.

'No, I'm not afraid of you. Yes, it holds meaning.'

"You're not such a complete moron then. How old are you?"

'17.'

"Almost an adult. You have advanced skill, however, for your age. You must have been taught from a young age, no? Forgive me, but it seems that I didn't ask for your name. What is it?"

Hunter nodded at both statements, but hesitated as the pen he was holding hovered over the paper. He finally wrote after a few seconds.

'My name is Hunter.'

"Hunter." Loki said slowly as he tested it out. "It fits you. How much do you know of me? You already know who I am, but I want to know how much. You did try to kill me after all." He chuckled, saying this.

With their dinner forgot, Hunter answered the question with reluctance.

'Yes. You're Loki, the one who destroyed New York, Midtown Manhattan and brought in those aliens. God of chaos, mischief, and trickery. You have a 'genius-level intellect' and a longlife span. In my...research, I've discovered that you are able to shapeshift, use telekinesis, conjuration, presence concealment, mental manipulation, and illusion manipulation. You also seem to have superhuman stamina, agility, speed, strength, and durability. You also have a regenerative healing factor. In short, you are... a master sorcerer and God.' Hunter started to eat again as he quickly finished writing it down.

"My. You are interesting. I'm glad I picked you up and didn't kill you." Loki chuckled as he said this and stared to eat as well.

"You're not wrong you know. About me, I mean. You're the only one who know their things and did their research and listened. Congrats. " he said sarcastically.

Finishing his food, Hunter stared to write again.

'Thank you.'

"You're welcome. Might I ask about your pup? Where did you acquire him from?"

'A raid. My former employer tried to betray me, but I already knew what he was planning to do. So before he could, I raided his place and killed everyone there. Went to the basement and found the pup's kin killed and their skin peeled. For 'fashion' or something else. Don't know. He was the runt of the litter and was left to die in a small cage. They might have believed that he was too small so they must have left him for dead. Got there in time though.'

"Apologizes. It must have been hard to find him like that. The human race are rather fickle beings. What is his name?" Loki asked.

Hunter seemed embarrassed for a moment before answering.

'Shadow. I found him the a corner, tucked away in the shadows.'

"Ha! What a unique, but an unusual name. And the egg? What is it?"

'It's a raven. The egg was left behind by its parents as they flew away with their other two offspring. They must have believed it dead.'

"You seem to have this sort of luck in finding abounded companions. What will you name it?"

'Yin. Associates with Earth, darkness, and cold.'

"You already thought this through, haven't you?"

'Yes.'

"You're very responsive. You were very aggressive before and you even snarled at me. Why so calm and cooperative now? Surely, you're furious at me from taking you from your 'home'. Why aren't you trying to kill me now?"

Hunter glared before hiding behind an emotionless mask and he started to write.

'You have the upper hand, so I can't do anything. If I strike, you'll try to bring harm to my family. I'm not stupid you know. I'll kill you when I have the chance though. Or not. I haven't decided yet. Well my...employer hasn't decided. They said to take you, alive or dead. To wait for orders if I have you in sights.'

"Can't do that now, can you? Speaking of which, however. How much was is your employer willing to pay you?"

Silence settled in and Hunter wrote with reluctance again.

'$10,000'

"I'll double it."

Hunters hand stilled in shock as he replayed the words, trying desperately to grasp his emotions and shove them in a box. He replied quickly, succeeding in hiding his emotions.

'Why?'

"You have skill. Work for me and I'll allow you and your companions to live here. You have potential to grow and enhance yourself and your skill. You held your own against the captain and the little spider. Even got Thor off of me. You're very good for your age and have skills people wished they had. And your skills, as I said before, will keep growing. I want that, you, and your companions while they're growing. Don't worry, I'm not trying to them away from you. They seem to be able to grow with you. Hel, I'll even train you."

'What do you need me for specifically? You rarely...team up with other people and seem to be able to hold your own against these so called heros.'

"You already have enough skills to do so, that's why. I need someone to do some chores for me and to tie up lose ends. You'll be able to do that and not get caught. Right?"

'Yes.'

"Do you agree then? No harm will come to you or your family. I'll pay you for every job you do for me only. All you have to do is listen and obey me. Just end the contact with your other employer. Sounds fair, doesn't it? So deal?"

Hunter thought of all the pros and cons and wrote down his answer. He also immediately took in what it will do for his family and what it would provide.

'Deal.'