#jewish tony stark

[groovy-lady]

I JUST FIGURED OUT A WAY THAT HOWARD STARK IS CANONICALLY JEWISH (alas, the show Marvel’s Agent Carter is not considered canon by the MCU creators): In the first Iron Man movie, it is stated by both Tony Stark and Obadiah Stane that Howard Stark was part of the Manhattan Project/helped create the atomic bomb; I looked it up and 21% of the real life scientists who worked on the Manhattan Project were Jewish!!!! FUCK YEA CANON JEWISH STARK FAMILY FOR THE WIN!!!!!

[liriadendronbts]

It's the third night and here's my third drabble/one-shot for Hanukkah <3

Summary:

"It's the second night of Hanukkah in the Parker house and there's a small present on Peter's desk when he gets ready for bed."

[hersheysmcboom]

List of Jewish characters in my au

Dr melina vostokoff(not practcing)

Natasha Romanoff (raised interfaith)

Yelena belova (raised interfaith)

Erik lehnsherr

Magda lehnsherr (converted)

Wanda vostokoff

(Birth mother is Jewish; birth father is Romani catholic, starting practicing after leaving red room)

Pietro vostokoff

Anya lehnsherr

Peter maximoff

Wendy maximoff

Nina lehnsherr

Dr Lorna Dane

James “bucky��� Barnes

Anothoy Edward “Tony” stark

Virginia “pepper” Potts

Peter Benjamin Parker

[dalekofchaos]

Doctor Doom gets ruined AND WHITEWASHED AGAIN!

4 attempts to get Doctor Doom right

4

And we STILL can’t get this right

A master of magic and science. A man who rivals Doctor Strange and Reed Richards as the most powerful sorcerer and the smartest man alive. He rules an entire country with an army of Doombots. Considered to be one of the greatest Marvel villains. And they still can't get him right. They have to make him a fucking Tony Stark variant. Tony Stark is not Victor Von Doom and Doom is above Tony Stark.

Victor wearing the mask always is integral to his appeal and aura like Vader's mask. It not only hides his vain scars he caused due to his failures, but it closes him off from humanity and makes him believe he’s beyond it.

As far as I'm concerned Marvel Ultimate Alliance and EMH are the only good adaptations of Doom

Doctor Doom being a romani man with a background CENTERING his family's racial persecution. with his ethnicity at the forefront of his motivations and his tragedy. and they really just brought back Robert Downey Jr.

Being romani is INTEGRAL to doom’s character and without that he’s not doom. he NEEDS to be romani and played by a romani character. full stop, don't believe me? Read Book Of Dooms.

Since 1964 Victor von Doom has been established as a Romani character. His childhood was filled with antiziganism and his parents deaths were caused by it. This later led him to become Doctor Doom and overthrow the Latverian government to protect his people

I am so fucking sick and tired of this whitewashing bullshit and the ethnoerasure of Marvel characters.

The Maximoff Twins, The Ancient One, Moon Knight and now fucking Doom.

God fucking forbid an actual Romani actor PLAYS A ROMANI CHARACTER.

But no they pulled another fucking multiverse shit all so RDJ could return and it all feels like blackface from Tropic Thunder

I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT ANTHONY STARK FROM EARTH-11029 OR INFAMOUS IRON MAN

If you wanted evil Iron Man so fucking bad, why didn't you just do Superior Iron Man?

The LAZIEST, DUMBEST, most CONTRIVED BULLSHIT casting ever, Marvel continues to not beat the whitewashing allegations. Doctor Doom deserved better.

Romani actor Charlie Clapman was right fucking there AND HE ENDORSED IT!

I'd even suggest Romani actor Óscar Jaenada as Doom. Again another Roma actor who's actively interested in playing Doom

And you know what? As bad as the 1994 movie was, Joseph Culp the first actor to play Doom in the Fantastic Four (1994) movie by Oley Sassone & Richard Corman. Culp was also white but he very clearly cared for the comics background of Victor von Doom

and you also know damn well they're going to erase everything about Magneto too that makes him who he is… which is his entire fucking background. how horrible of a person do you have to be to repeatedly disrespect the minorities who created these stories?

Doctor Doom is Roma Romani. He is not white. The MCU loves to whitewash its Roma and Jewish characters and it’s time we called them out for it. Dr Doom is not a white man, he is Roma!

They will never nail down the complexity of Victor Von Doom

Every year Doom goes to hell to fight Mephisto to rescue the soul of his mother. He finally won her soul with the help of Doctor Strange only for her to reject him.

No evil Stark replicant will ever fucking match the complexity of Victor Von Doom.

I don't care if this is a one time thing for RDJ. They specifically chose to do this when the fans were begging for a fucking Romani actor. It also doesn't fucking help that Marvel has erased nearly EVERY fucking ethnic character has been whitewashed.

Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver: Erased Romani heritage and whitewashed. Moon Knight & Wiccan: Casted non-Jewish actors. Sabra: Featured in anything at all, and actress is an IDF soldier to make matters worse.

The MCU is full of ethnic erasure, military propaganda & racism. it’s disgusting this is continuing with Dr Doom’s casting. remember to continue to boycott marvel, because of the genocide they support by casting an iof solider to play a character from the zionist terrorist occupation

Dr Doom is one of those villains that it should be IMPOSSIBLE to fuck up but wasting him on a cheap Iron Man nostalgia casting pop might be the way

[magnetothemagnificent]

In light of Resurrection of Magneto's latest issue and blunder of the Jewish belief that "if you save one life it's as if you saved an entire world"....

It doesn't mean that Jews are all saintly protectors who must save everyone and never kill anyone. It doesn't mean that all. In fact, there's an equally as important belief that goes along with the aforementioned one which is that "if you allow a murderer to escape, the blood of their victims is on your hands." We Jews are not naive. The life of a murderer is not worth more than their victim- if you had a chance to stop a murderer and didn't, yes, even if it means killing them, the blood of their victims is on your hands.

Which is why Magneto saying "to save one life is to save the world" about Tony freakin' Stark is not only out of character, but also not what the phrase is about. Tony Stark has proven numerous times that his actions have led to disastrous things. Magneto is under no theological or moral obligation to help him. And Magneto himself as a character wouldn't *want* to help him.

"oh but he's had his redemption arc, Magneto is good now uwu"

Magneto doesn't have to be a doormat to have a redemption arc. Him not killing Tony for his actions inadvertantly causing the destruction of mutantkind by Orchis is enough of a "redemption". He doesn't have to save Tony to prove he's "good" now, and in fact, helping him would statistically most likely end up with more destruction in the future. Magneto can just. Not do anything. That would be more in-character.

Jews are not naive doormats. *Magneto* is not a naive doormat.

[cranes-menagerie]

What's so funny to me about X-Men 97 is how conservatives are all up and arms about it calling it woke and whatnot.....

Bestie....THATS LITERALLY THE POINT

The X-Men have always been an allegory for societal injustice.

Mutant rights are something that is a HEAVY subject in the X-Men comics. Anyone with any semblance of a brain would see that the point of this is commentary on injustice.

The "comics aren't political" crowd will never cease to amaze me because it's like they are a toddler who turns their head to avoid eating food they don't like.

Ignoring

The entirety of X-Men

Captain America(created by Jewish immigrants) punching H!tler in the face during a time where we were neutral in world war 2

Superman(who was also created by Jewish immigrants) being the an inversion of the n@zi ideology of a superior man who rules the world

Tony Stark being an Uber capitalist being convinced he's done nothing wrong until his tech is used against him

Jason Todd is a formerly disenfranchised youth that was adopted by a vigilante fighting a one man war on crime because his city is too corrupted by greedy politicians.

And many many many more examples

The 2 lessions I have from this is one

Media literacy is an extinct species

Comics will be and have always been political

[celestialseawitch-ff]

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Happy Hanukkah!

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[ghoststillhaunting]

My current favorite hobby is to make my own incorrect marvel quotes cause I think I'm so fucking funny

Here are some of my favorites :)

~

After a rough mission

Steve: whew! well that was crazy! I definitely need a smoke after that. Anyone got a cigarette I can bum off them?

Sam: uh Steve? aren't you asthmatic?

Steve: I mean I was? but what does that matter?

Bruce: cause cigarettes have been known to cause asthma...

Steve, who was prescribed cigarettes specifically to TREAT his asthma: What

~

Tony: Hey Steve. what'cha reading there?

Steve: Oh! it's this short horror story called I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. It's about this AI that gains consciousness and sets out to destroy humanity.

Natasha: sounds right up your ally Tony

Tony: That's not funny 😐

~

Tony: Now I do believe that capitalism can work-

Steve, who literally grew up during the Great Depression: I don't. It has done nothing but fuck us over and is the disease at the core of America.

Interviewer, taking notes: "Captain America is a communist" got it.

~

Tony: hey kid! what're your plans for Christmas?

Peter: Uh me and Aunt May don't really celebrate for Christmas

Tony: WHAT!? WHO WOULD EVER DEPRIVE A CHILD OF THE SWEET JOYS AND WONDERS OF CHRISTMAS???

Peter: Mr. Stark...I'm Jewish.

Tony:...oh

~

Steve: Hey Peter! Hey Ned!

Ned: omg Captain America knows my name!

Peter: Ned, you have dinner with us. Every Friday. Of course he knows your name.

Ned:...I know but it's still CRAZY

~

Tony: Peter. You must learn the consequences of your actions therefore I have no choice but to punish you. You aren't allowed in the labs for a month.

Peter: OH SO YOU WANT ME TO KILL MYSELF

Tony: PETER

Peter: NO NO I SEE HOW IT IS YOU HATE ME AND WANT ME DEAD

Tony: PETER YOU RECREATED A LIGHTSABER AND SLICED THE COUCH INTO TWENTY PIECES

Peter: GOD I CAN'T DO ANYTHING IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE

~

Tony: Kid WHY and HOW do you know how to use a gun???

Peter:...I play a lot of call of duty?

Tony: this is the closest i have ever been to wanting to punt a child

~

Steve: Jesus Tony stop being such a cunt!

Tony: 😦

Peter: ATE

~

Bucky: Peter...do you think i'm gay?

Peter:....you are wearing a rupaul muscle tee

Bucky:...you didn't answer my question :(

~

Interviewer: What are your thoughts on immigration?

Steve: my parents were immigrants...what do you think my thoughts are?

[erinptah]

cptdanversbiggestfan reblogged spudly0 1m ago

sowl Follow 14h ago

HOLY FUCK HAVE WE ALL SEEN THIS

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY F U C K

#superhero tag #Moon Knights #screaming crying throwing things

gnu-tony-stark Follow 13h ago

Someone from Jewish tumblr please translate for the rest of us??

mishegascleo Follow 11h ago

So it's a TikTok (from the official Moon Girl account, don't think she and the Moon Knights are actually affiliated, but I guess they team up sometimes?) of a Moon Knight saying a long paragraph that basically boils down to "don't be a jerk on the internet."

The reason Jewish Tumblr is flipping out about it is, this 1-minute video is packed with bits of Yiddish and Hebrew. Some highlights:

mishegas = insanity, craziness, wackiness

geneivat da'at = lying or misrepresenting something, literally "stealing knowledge"

kvetching = complaining

mitzvah = a commandment, specifically a good deed that Jewish people are commanded to do

schmuck = a dick, in both the literal and figurative senses

lashon hara = callout culture (no seriously, it's when you spread bad news about people that's factually accurate, but you're not doing it to help anyone or improve a situation, you're just reveling in the drama)

mishpocheh = family, including chosen family

And he uses them all right! And he's talking so fast, but the pronunciation is spot-on. There's no acCENT on the wrong sylLABle. Even if someone else wrote it for him, he wouldn't be that casually fluid if this wasn't a mode he was already used to talking in.

ORTHODOX MOON KNIGHT IS JEWISH, Y'ALL. And not a new convert (this is not a dig at converts, you are loved and valid!), but someone who grew up in a community that talked like this. My heart.

#superhero stuff tag #Moon Knights #the others aren't in the video but he implies they're Jewish too #this is the least important thing about all this but-- #it is officially kosher to call them Orthodox and Reform now #see what I did there

mishegascleo Follow 6h ago

Seeing a whole lot of schmucks in the replies going "no ACTUALLY he pronounced such-and-such wrong."

Well, I am here to tell you that Jewish people are found in all different regions and cultures! What you are hearing is a specific accent, not "pronouncing things wrong." Hope that helps!

#not gonna try to pin down the exact accent #that feels uncomfortably close to doxxing #let's just say I know a few people who pronounce stuff EXACTLY the same way #and leave it at that

allthegoodthorfanblogsweretaken Follow 2h ago

Ok but if they ARE confirmed Jewish, doesn't that make it INCREDIBLY problematic for them to be working for an Egyptian god? Like is this really the representation we should be excited about??

spudly0 Follow 46m ago

real people cannot be bad representation of their own identities you walnut

[lunarspiral1127]

So, for those who haven't heard, The Russo Brothers at SDCC announced that Robert Downey Jr. is coming back as Doctor Doom in Avengers: Doomsday.

Now, this was unexpected cause I thought RDJ was done after Endgame. But, nope! However, it's possible that he's playing a different version of Doom, which is this:

This was a What If scenario of Tony being roommates with Victor Von Doom in college and had their minds swapped from a device that Doom made and tricked Tony to help him build it and be a part of the experiment. Doom in Tony's body became very successful and eventually owned Stark Industries after Howard died.

So, if this is the version that RDJ is playing, then he's playing Doom in Tony's body. It's speculation at this point. If not, then RDJ really is playing the main Doctor Doom, which I'm still processing this.

Honestly, I thought Mads Mikkelsen would play Doctor Doom, and I know many would want someone who's Jewish, Romani, or both to play the role. So, maybe, just maybe, it's this variant of Doctor Doom and we'll get the main Doctor Doom. If not, then....yeah.

[groovy-lady]

My Jewish!Tony Stark collage!

[bucksboobs]

Sadly no. Doom is gonna be played by RDJ, despite Doom being explicitly Romani in the comics (yes I have a lot of thoughts about that)

There are SO many things to be said about the most prominent mutants in Marvel having their Jewish and/or Rromani heritage stripped away as if there isn’t a reason four of the most recognizable mutants in Marvel history (Magneto, the Maximoff twins, Nightcrawler) are all either Jewish or Romani and each have explicit ties to ethnic discrimination and religious oppression in their backstories, but bringing back RDJ to do the whitewashing this time seems especially heinous because you just know it’s going to be Tony Stark Again.

Hilariously though I am just now remembering someone kind of predicting this why they made a Hunchback of Notre Dame AU where Tony was Esmeralda.

[60th4m]

UNIVERSE 60TH4M

Welcome to 60TH4M! A blog dedicated to two mods (who are brothers!) that roleplay a marvel dc crossover. 60TH4M is a universe where the Marvel universe and DC universe coexist - The Avengers and Justice League are aware of eachother, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark were friends,, and much more!

Some small facts about our little universe...

— Tony Stark is dead!

— It follows some aspects of Arkhamverse canon, specifically with Jason being the Arkham Knight

— We take inspiration from all dc media

— all art produced is probably based off rps

— Jason Todd is egyptian-american

— Jason's mother is alive

— Peter's family is kinda not alive

— Moon Knight is very canon.

THE MUNS/OWNERS

Aside from us being brothers, we are both queer and trans! The two people are just gonna be referred to as Jason's Mun and Peter's Mun me thinks...

Jason's Mun uses it/it's pronouns , but if you really must he/she also works! disordered disabled queer trans jewish plural . the combo

peter's mun uses he / it / foe :-) disabled queer trans .... combo

we both got audhd i think

[racefortheironthrone]

Are there any notable examples of anti-mutant prejudice towards the X-Men coming from within the superhero community?

This is a great question!

This gets to the complicated nature of how mutants fit into the Marvel Universe. I've always been a vocal proponent of the idea that, far from the mutant metaphor only making sense if it's in its own little bubble where mutants are the only people with superpowers, the mutant metaphor actually functions better in the context of the Marvel Universe, because it allows you to explore more complicated and more subtle ways that prejudice functions.

While there are plenty of super-villains who have quite blatant anti-mutant prejudice, you don't tend to get that same kind of overt bigotry towards mutants among super-heroes. Partly, this is because bigotry is a very unheroic character trait, but it also has to do with the way that the way that Marvel historically portrayed the spillover effects of anti-mutant prejudice.

Following in a kind of Niemöllerian logic, it's almost always the case that groups that hate and fear mutants also end up hating and fearing non-mutant superheroes. Thus, Days of Future Past starts with the Sentinels being turned on mutants, but it ends with the Sentinels wiping out the Avengers and the Fantastic Four too - because the same atavistic fear of "the great replacement" applies to both mutants and mutates. Likewise, the same forces that line up to push through the Mutant Registration Act inevitably end up proposing a Superhuman Registration Act, because once you've violated the precepts of equality under the law for one minority group, you establish a precedent to do it to another.

Instead, I would argue what you see in the case of anti-mutant prejudice among superheroes is explorations of liberal prejudice. This takes many different forms: in Civil War, you see Tony Stark insensitively try to wave the bloody shirt of Stamford in the face of a survivor of the Genoshan genocide or Carol playing the good liberal ally but ultimately trying to get mutants to set aside their own struggle in favor of her own political project. (For someone who's spent a good deal of time working, and living with, the X-Men, occasionally against the interests of the state, Carol does have a tendency to stick her foot in her mouth. Hence in Civil War II, you see Carol essentially goysplaining the dangers of creeping authoritarianism to Magneto.)

In Avengers vs X-Men, you see the Avengers acting like they know the Phoenix Force better than mutants and ultimately prioritizing the safety of mankind over the efforts of mutantkind to reverse their own extinction. This is where the "Avengers are cops" meme in the fandom comes from. (I would argue that Captain America is badly mischaracterized in the latter event - we know which side he's on when the interests of mutants and the interests of the state come into conflict.)

The common thread here is that anti-mutant prejudice among superheroes emerges as a kind of unthinking, unreflective callousness brought on by a worldview that thinks of humans as the universal default of lived experience - while thinking of mutants as a somewhat annoying special interest group that fixates on their particularist grievances rather than working for what the heroes consider to be the common good.

For a more intimate version of how this plays out, I think the Fantastic Four are a great exploration of how "well-meaning" liberals can massively fuck up when they don't do the work of examining their own biases. We've seen this since the very beginning: in Fantastic Four #21, Kirby goes out of his way to depict uber-WASP Reed Richards blithely assuming that the "free market of ideas" will take care of the Hatemonger, while the subtextually Jewish Ben Grimm knows that the way to deal with a mind-controlling Hitler clone wearing purple Klan robes is deplatforming-by-way-of-clobberin'.

Then later on, we see Reed Richards debate Congress out of passing a Superhuman Registration Act, while saying nothing about the Mutant Registration Act - even though he has a mutant son who is directly threatened by it. (See that adorable blond moppet with the slur scrawled across his face in the fictional advertisement above? That's Franklin Richards.) This is why I have a crack theory that Franklin's biological father is actually Namor rather than Reed, which is why Reed so consistently shows a passive-aggressive hostility to his son's mutancy.

At the same time, Sue also has her blindspots when it comes to mutant rights. In the underrated FF/X miniseries, Susan Storm acts like an understanding and supportive parent to Franklin - right up until someone suggests that Franklin might want to come to Krakoa and explore his mutant identity, at which point she goes full Karen and starts lashing out with her powers. Chip Zdarsky, the writer, explicitly compared Reed and Sue to liberal parents who support gay rights in the abstract until their kid comes out as trans and wants to spend time in LGBT+ spaces.

[phoenixyfriend]

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Crit of the Hawkeye show (contains mentions of SA)

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Villains who co-opt the language of the left

Darcy Lewis as family to Dr. Lewis from Venom (recs) - My own scenario

Tony Stark has displayed more ability to weather interrogation and torture than Steve Rogers, in the MCU. This is “(displayed more)(ability),” not “(displayed)(more ability),” to be clear.

The weird and uncomfortable relationship that fandom has with the disabilities displayed by Tony and Steve respectively

Semi-regularly thinking about Jewish!Bucky and Jewish!Howard in relation to IrishCatholic!Steve…

One of the best panels in Marvel (most expensive punch in history)

My favorite way to meld MCU canon with the Magneto paternity theory

All of Peter Parker's many girlfriends just bully him

The Essay I Cannot Write (Black Panther and The Batman 2021)

Let’s cause some drama in the Young Avengers Fandom [poll]

Was “The Winter Soldier” 1. Amazing, 2. Decent enough, but seemed thematically and politically better because we didn’t have other films (e.g. Black Panther) to compare it to, or 3. Only seemed good because it was queerbaiting? [poll]

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || eleven

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(11/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: unprotected sex; overthinking idiots; past references to SA

Word Count: 2,680+

~

     Bucky had asked to come over and spend the night since tomorrow he would be overstimulated. It was a way to prepare himself, he said. Quiet before the chaos, a singular person to speak with before the nameless faces, the smell of a home before expensive alcohol.  

Although, knowing Tony, he’d definitely go all out and spice the place up with some notes of pine, cinnamon, and peppermint.

For now, Bucky was content to lay on your sofa and watch you play with Axel. The older dog jumped from one side to the other, barking in between pats on the head.

“Do you love me more than you love Bucky?”

“Hey, watch it.”

“Whisper it to me.”

Bucky sighed your name as he slid from the couch to the floor. “Don’t put ideas into his head.”

“We should think about getting him a friend!” To that, Axel sneezed and snorted.

“That was a weird sound,” Bucky pointed out, genuinely worried. It was a combination of breathing in and clearing the throat, and it sounded like it hurt.

“It’s probably allergies. Fall and winter do that to animals.”

“Dogs can get allergies?”

You hummed, smoothing the fur on Axel’s back. “Lainey’s dog used to get a yearly injection that helped with it. Or sometimes dogs breathe in things that block their nostrils. Something like that. He’ll pass it soon.”

Bucky grimaced, still unconvinced. “I’m going to overthink.”

You giggled, “I entirely expect you to. You’re a new dad, you have every right.”

Bucky blushed at that description. He had thought about having children in the 40s. Find a cute girl, either Jewish or Catholic to appease his parents, and pop out about four kids. Then the draft stole him from that opportunity and—

Bucky always wanted to be a dad. Nowadays, he’s not so sure.

He watched you brush through Axel’s hair, wondering if you planned on having children. If you could have children. If you never even thought about it.

If Bucky were going to have children still, he thinks having one with you would be nice.

“I’ll take him to the vet with you in the New Year. But trust me, it’s nothing to worry about.”

Bucky doesn’t know why he allowed negative thoughts to taint this moment. Why he was thinking about it at all, really. It wasn’t like you gave him any indication of doing him dirty after all this.

But that voice was impossible to ignore as it cruelly whispered, She won’t just be yours in the New Years.  

“You… You still want to be my friend in January?”

“What? Was there a deadline to my friendship or—” Your realization sits like a block of wet cement in his stomach.  “...Something.”

He avoided eye contact as he said, “Stark pays you after the Christmas Ball.”

“Yeah, but… I don’t want to leave you.”

Fuck, your voice was so sincere as you said it, too. He didn’t doubt you wanted to remain his friend. But all your time was literally scheduled for him right now. What’s going to happen when your schedule clears and he’s simply back to being one of your clients?

Bucky was a client.

“You weren’t paid for more.”

You stopped petting Axel to look directly at him, angry. “I’m going to need you to stop reminding me of that, or trying to make me feel guilty for it.”

“It’s true. You wouldn’t have tried speaking to me if there weren't dollar signs attached,” he said, shrugging his heavy shoulders.

“Are you trying to get me to scream at you? Of course I wouldn’t have! You’re an Avenger, I’m a civilian. That’s like flirting with a celebrity and hoping they can get past the fact that I’m nothing.”

He grimaced, “Don’t call yourself nothing.”

“You’re treating me like a hooker,” you enunciated, voice low.

Bucky scoffed, standing to distance himself from you. From the conversation his dumbass had thrown himself in. “I’ve never once treated you like a hooker.”

It was silent for a few seconds. Bucky listened to the wisps from the candles, a sound you probably couldn’t even hear. He focused on the smell of the cookies you had just taken out of the oven. He focused on his own, damaged mind and how it dug a gigantic hole for him to jump in.

In the quietest voice he had ever heard from you, unnatural indeed, you breathed, “You just did.”

Something in his chest turned. Froze over and condemned him to Hell. He was back in that freezer, forced to watch the world spin on as he couldn’t lift a muscle.

Good, he thought. He deserved it.

You shook your head, as if physically shaking his words off you, and went to stand. “Look, if you didn’t want me… Then why did you ask for me?”

He said nothing. A muscle jumped in his cheek but still, he said nothing.

Because he hadn’t asked for you. He had sat back and followed an order.

“Look at me,” you confronted him. “I’m accepting that money because it’s a part of the job. But I will be your friend afterward. I will clear my schedule just to share breakfast with you. To walk Axel with you. You are my friend.”

“I can give you money.”

You reared back as if you had been hit. “How is that different?”

“A one time exchange. It’s not attached to my time or my sanity.”

You stared at him for a long while, blinking in confusion. In shock maybe, Bucky wasn’t so sure. “You’re gonna give me one hundred thousand dollars?”

“I will give you the sun and all its solar flares if it means remaining your friend.”

Something raw danced in your eyes. As if his words hit a sensitive patch.

Had you ever been in love? Had any of your clients pulled such a reaction from you? Had someone from your past nearly convince you to stay with them in your hometown?

Bucky wanted to be the only one. The only one to occupy your time, to share a seat at your dinner table, to joke around with.

At this point, you had helped heal half his soul. He could do without the other half if it meant remaining in your thoughts.

“Don’t try to buy me,” you commanded, swiping a stray hair from your forehead.

“Do you see my problem now?”

Your shoulders slumped. You stared at him with obvious indecision. Then, softly and without much anger added, you said, “You weren’t supposed to like me so much.”

This wasn’t just a friendship anymore. Not just companionship. Bucky hadn’t felt this way ever, not even before the war. He was either worrying about tuberculosis, paying rent, or getting shot. Never had he felt like he was allowed to just worry about one thing. To just worry about someone falling in love with him or not.

“But I do,” he admitted, matching your shrug. He stepped closer, pausing in case you wanted to take a step back. You remained where you were, arms at your side and watching him move.

“I’m not used to it,” you whispered, your eyes turning softer as Bucky cupped your cheeks in his hands. He laid his forehead against yours, holding you steady.

“Me neither.”

He could hear your heartbeat. If he listened too closely, he could also hear the blood rushing through your veins.

When he was forced on his stomach and told to lie still, he had tuned out the world and focused on the systems working inside his body. Listening to his cold blood was one of them. In those hours of pure horror, his blood swished and churned at the speed of light. No barriers, no stops, no obstacles to burst through.

Your blood ran, but ran warm.

A tear slipped from his eye, moistening his upper lip.

“Bucky…” you breathed, reaching up to cup his hands with yours.

“Can I touch you?”

He shut down the cruel voice purring at him, replacing it instead with his own.

He is your friend. Not your client.

You have a choice in who you sleep with. He is not forcing you.

He has a choice in who touches him. And you respect that.

He is your friend. You are his.

And he wants you.

You nodded quickly, lifting your eyes up to his. “Yes.”

Verbal permission was all he needed.

It takes a lot less time to strip each other of your multiple layers. To lay each other down and decide through gentle touches and soft words how you both wanted this to play out. Every kiss, every lick, every grip from your hands had Bucky seeing stars. Those stars that shined just for a single person, never for the rest of the world. Those stars hidden behind the fame chasers, their light stronger than those that came before them.

He responded to each one of your moans, listened to the sentences you formed, followed your fingers as they trailed down his naked chest. It was the knowledge that you enjoyed this too, that you wanted to take pleasure in his pleasure, that helped him stifle the voices in his head. He’d be lying if he said those voices weren’t talking non-stop, adding hideous meanings to everything you did. Voices that tried to convince Bucky you were faking this, that he was hurting you instead of loving you.

But all he had to do was look at you, hear your tender voice speak kind words he thought his mind would never fathom. All that trust that had been cultivated between you two over the last three weeks thus supporting his weight and helping him support yours.

“Are you sure?” you whispered, completely bare beneath him. Your chest brushed against his, a rather holy feeling. He had already spent fifteen minutes studying the feeling of each breast with his tongue.

“I’m sure,” he responded, holding his hard cock in his flesh hand, angling it toward your warm heat. You looked wetter than last time, and felt wetter, too. He ran the tip across your slit, reveling in the small sounds it pulled from your throat, then slowly pressed inside.

His body responded unlike what he originally believed.

Territorial, but in your beautiful favor.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, adjusting your hips. Bucky pushed in a little deeper, savoring the squeeze. He monitored every emotion that passed on your face, everything that was uttered from your lips. He did not want to detach his pleasure from yours.

He at least knew that. Sex was enjoyable when all members were enjoying it.

“You feel so good,” Bucky admitted, dipping his face into the crook of your neck. Once he was fully seated inside, he lowered his chest those few inches more so you were attached completely. You grasped at his back, keeping your nails from puncturing his skin. Then Bucky began moving, began chasing what he had lost so many years ago, only to find it much more polished and refined than the last time he saw it.

When there was a certain angle he hit that made you shout repeatedly, he made sure to hit it again and again. At a slow pace, deep, working that coil in your stomach to its bare bones. The base of his own spine tightened and drove him forward, begging him to bury himself inside you for all hours of the day.

And if his body cooperated, he wouldn’t argue with that prospect.

“Another,” you breathed, the word a struggle to form. “Another position.”

Bucky carefully removed himself from you, waiting as you readjusted yourself at the foot of the bed. But his breath caught in his lungs as you bent over, facing away from him, presenting yourself in all your eagerness.

“No,” he said, turning away.

“The mirror, Bucky,” you reasoned, holding yourself up with flat palms. “The mirror is right there. You’ll be able to see my face the entire time.”

He swallowed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“You don’t even have to bend me over. Just hold me up, be behind me, try this with me.”

He hadn’t explicitly told you that this position wasn’t a good one for him. You probably pieced it together yourself. He didn’t want to think you were using this time to experiment, to hold up your end of the bargain. That would kill him.

But it was the light across your face, the innocence splattered there that showed Bucky you were just giving him the chance. The option. If he said no again, then you would plop right back down onto your back and enjoy it all the same.

Bucky doesn’t think he could ever be in that position himself again. It’s why he worked out alone, never danced to modern music, and why he piled pillows in front and behind him when he slept. It’s the one thing he won’t ever experiment with.

Having you in that position was ultimately a chance for Bucky to take something back. It wasn’t an invitation to do what was done to him, but to create an alternate image. A new image. Placing himself as the person behind, watching through the mirror as this position brought his partner pleasure.

He settled behind you, lifting you up. He slowly traced his hands down your body, over your breasts, over your stomach. The mirror offered him an amazing view. A thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies; your hair was disheveled, visible goosebumps erupted along your arms and thighs, and a delicious shine coated your inner thighs.

Bucky kicked your knees further apart, smiling when your voice jumped, and plunged back into you. Spreading a palm over your chest and a metal one across your lower stomach, he delighted in the new angle. Watching as your jaw slacked, how your throat bobbed with each difficult swallow, how your eyes closed then widened whenever he hit a particular spot. He watched it all through the mirror, how his cock went in and out of you. It was slightly visible—perhaps it would be obvious if he spread you even wider.

“Look at how I fuck you,” he groaned, holding your chin up as it threatened to fall. He met your gaze in the mirror, grinning as his words caused you to mewl wildly. “I want you to come around me. Can you do that?”

You nodded, your voice apparently still strangled. Your breathing quickened, and after a few deep thrusts, you complied. Coming around him with a shout, pushing your ass back to him in a plea to aid you until the end.

Bucky held you close to his chest, relishing in the complete warmth, and laid his sweaty cheek against yours. His hair fell from the hair tie, cascading in rich waves. He tried to plant kisses on your cheek, but it was hopeless. He came with a soft groan, cheek on cheek, his breath mingled with yours.

His trust in you glowing brilliant.

Afterward, he ran a bath and thanked the Heavens that your bathtub was big enough to fit yourself and a super soldier. You filled it with bubbles and lit a peppermint-scented candle. The two of you spent an hour cleaning up—or rather, thirty minutes cleaning and thirty minutes making Santa beards from the bubbles.

He would call that entirely productive.

~

    Your finger hovered over the button for ten minutes. Bucky peacefully slumbered on the left side of your bed, on his stomach and snoring softly. There were scars along his back, stretching down to his slender hips. His lower half was covered with the blanket, but you had seen the scars on his bottom and thighs, too.

Every inch of him was bruised and battered, deserving of kisses and gentle brushes.

You messaged your clients a short paragraph explaining why you were no longer able to take appointments or engage in sexual activity with them. The same paragraph, none mentioning finding someone else instead.

Then you finally clicked the button, and deleted your account.

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