#sam wilson & bucky barnes

[casedclosedbye]

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[sexy-seabass]

Does Bucky know it's legal now? Has anybody told him?

[f-misc]

earlier:

now:

Captain America: Brave New World

[bucketbarness]

"why does Captain America call you babygirl?"

[yellenabelova]

#He went to the Andrew Garfield school of lying

[morgangalaxy43]

The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

[thesuperheroesnetwork]

Texts From Superheroes

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[katdavina8]

Not even two braincells amongst them.

[enthyrea]

sometimes it’s like i recognize you, from before

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- CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) - THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021)

[casedclosedbye]

Still here.

Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson x Steve Rogers

wc: 1.8k

Summary: visiting Steve's grave

The cold wind swept across the cemetery, biting at the skin, but it didn't matter. It never mattered when they were here. Sam Wilson stood a few paces behind Bucky Barnes, watching his boyfriend with a deep, quiet concern. Bucky had been this way for hours—standing before Steve Rogers’ grave, the lines on his face drawn tighter with every passing minute. Sam could hear the words he was speaking under his breath, the quiet anguish mixing with the wind, but he didn’t intrude. Not yet.

They had been here before, but this time it felt different. More painful. Bucky’s shoulders, broad and strong, were slumped as if the weight of the world was hanging on him, and Sam could feel the heaviness in his chest. The loss had always been there, but it had never felt more suffocating than now. The man Bucky loved—his best friend, his brother—was gone, torn from his grasp by time itself.

Steve had chosen to live a life without him. And Bucky... Bucky was left behind. Again.

The silence was broken by Bucky's voice, raw and thick with emotion. "I hate him," he whispered, barely audible, his voice cracking. "I hate him for leaving me. I hate that he chose her... when all I had was him. And now... now he's gone. Again."

Sam’s heart clenched. He could feel Bucky’s pain, the grief running so deep, so visceral, that it threatened to tear him apart. But he didn’t know what to say. What could he say?

"You don’t hate him, Buck," Sam finally said, stepping forward, his voice steady but laced with an understanding that only someone who knew loss could have. "You miss him. And that's okay."

Bucky’s head dropped lower, his hands balling into fists at his sides as his breath came out in shuddering sobs. "I’m so damn tired, Sam. Tired of being left behind. Tired of being stuck in this... this body. This curse."

Sam’s heart shattered at the rawness of Bucky’s words. It wasn’t just Steve. It was the war. It was the years he’d lost to Hydra. It was the brokenness of watching everyone he loved grow old, while he stayed the same. A hundred years in a world that moved without him.

He moved toward Bucky, his steps slow, deliberate, until he was standing beside him. Sam reached out, placing a hand gently on his shoulder, offering a weight that was meant to ground him, to remind him that he wasn’t alone.

"You're not alone, Buck," Sam said softly, the words carrying the weight of everything he couldn’t say in any other way. "You’ve got me. You’ve got all of us. I’m not Steve, but I’m here. And I always will be."

Bucky’s body trembled under Sam’s touch, and before Sam could react, Bucky collapsed to his knees, the sobs coming harder now, wracking through his body. Sam quickly knelt beside him, pulling Bucky into his arms, holding him close, trying to give him some semblance of comfort in the storm of emotions that raged within him.

Bucky’s face was buried in Sam’s chest, his breath coming in gasps. "I don’t know how to do this anymore, Sam. I don’t know how to be... without him."

Sam's fingers gently threaded through Bucky’s hair, his other hand rubbing circles on his back. "I know. I know you miss him. But I’m here. I’m here, Bucky."

Bucky’s sobs were muffled against Sam’s shirt, the weight of centuries of pain pouring out in that moment. Sam didn’t rush him, didn’t tell him to stop. He let Bucky grieve—let him feel all the hurt that had been buried for so long. He knew that some wounds couldn’t heal with time. Some wounds just needed to be held until they weren’t so raw.

"I don’t know who I am without him, Sam," Bucky whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Sam squeezed him tighter. "You’re Bucky Barnes. You’re my Bucky. You’re not alone in this, alright? You don’t have to carry it all on your own anymore."

The wind howled again, but Sam didn’t care. The world could fall apart around them, and he wouldn’t leave Bucky. Not like this. Not when Bucky needed him the most.

Bucky pulled back slightly, his eyes red, his face streaked with tears, but there was a fragile strength in his gaze as he looked at Sam. For a moment, he just stared at him, as if trying to see if Sam meant the words he’d spoken.

Sam nodded, his expression soft but unwavering. "I promise. You’re not alone."

Bucky’s lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he let out a shaky breath and, with a trembling hand, reached up to rest it on Sam’s cheek. His touch was gentle, tentative, as though testing the reality of what he’d just been offered.

"I’m so damn tired of being alone," Bucky murmured, his voice breaking again.

"You don’t have to be, Buck," Sam said, leaning into the touch, his own voice thick with emotion. "You never have to be alone again."

Bucky’s eyes closed as he let out a shaky sigh, the tears still falling, but for the first time in a long time, there was a glimmer of something softer in his gaze. Maybe it was hope. Maybe it was just the knowledge that, for once, someone was here to stay.

Sam held him there, the tension hanging between them. The moment stretched, thick and charged, as if the world was holding its breath. Slowly, Bucky leaned in, his face still damp with tears, and his lips brushed gently against Sam’s.

It was tentative at first, a soft press of comfort, of understanding, of all the unspoken things that had been left hanging between them for far too long. But then, as if something finally broke between them, the kiss deepened—raw, aching, and full of a tenderness that only came from shared grief and the quiet bond they had built together.

When they pulled away, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together, a fragile connection in the stillness of the moment. Bucky’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Sam’s, the sorrow still there, but now there was something more—something that felt like a promise, like the beginning of something new.

"You’re not alone, Bucky," Sam whispered, his voice barely a breath, his hand cupping Bucky’s face. "Not anymore."

Bucky nodded, a small, tearful smile curving his lips. "I’m not, am I?"

"No," Sam said, his voice firm. "You’re not."

And for the first time in so long, Bucky felt like he wasn’t. Not with Sam beside him. Not with the warmth of the kiss still lingering on his lips.

The past might never fully let go of him, but for the first time in a long time, Bucky felt like he could take the next step forward—together with Sam.

[clorisakt]

🦾🪶

[hyperfixatedmess873]

Words can’t describe how perfect this is

[wxnters-children]

That TFATWS to CABNW development got me sCreaming

[logansgaar]