#sam wilson is the most beautiful thing to exist

[th30ra3k3n]

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (Daylight), I only see daylight (Daylight)

I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight

I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight

[th30ra3k3n]

isn’t this literally just the show?

I love it how in fantasy AUs, Sam is the most beautiful thing to exist, he’s some angelic deity adored in jewels and gold everywhere and his skin shines bright like the sun. You could write poetry about his beauty for years and it would not even come close to reality.

And then there’s Bucky who is some dude in tore clothing, has eyebags as heavy as his trauma and can’t tell wether the blood on his shirt is his or someone else’s.

[soleminisanction]

Hi! This may seem like a stupid question, but, what lantern do you think each Batfamily member (direct or adjacent) would be based on their personalities and your thoughts on the characters? And the beautiful, chaotic babies, aka Young Just Us? I know some think Tim would be a Green Lantern and even though I love it (mainly because Tim could develop a friendship with John and Kyle), I'm not entirely convinced that it's the right color for him. I can't see Stephanie as a Blue Lantern either… About that, and even though I know that they are different fandoms, I've to ask you the last question: do you think that Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson could be Blue Lanterns?

You don't have to answer any of this if you don't want to, I just wanted to get your honest opinion 'cause I love your meta, posts and fics.

PS: Sorry if I made any spelling mistakes. English is not my native language.

Not a stupid question at all. In fact, I actually answered it before, a couple of years ago.

The TL;DR on that post is that I think Green Lantern is a good default fit for any of the Bats, because you can't do what they do as superheroes without an insane amount of willpower. Personally, I pegged Tim as being a good fit for Indigo, compassion... if the Indigo Tribe didn't play by bizarre rules because men who write comic books are weird about emotions. I could also see an argument for Tim landing among the Star Sapphires, given how many of them are motivated by lost love.

When it comes to Blue Lanterns -- ugh. The Steph as a Blue Lantern thing is so frustrating and dumb. It comes from a single image in her Batgirl run, where people completely ignore the context: it's part of her Black Mercy montage, which means it's an illusion that only exists in Steph's mind and the only thing it proves in-universe is that Stephanie wants Steph to be a Blue Lantern. Which is in turn mostly just indicative of a massive ego, because Blue Lanterns are presented as literal messianic archetypes.

('Oh but it's a story Bryan Q. Miller wanted to do!!' Yes, and DC told him no, that's stupid, and made him use Barbara instead. BQM was a Smallville writer who confused Steph with a 1960s Broadway character, he is the last person you should listen to about canon)

Of the Bats, I think the one most eligible for Blue Lantern status is undeniably Dick, just due to the role he plays in DC's larger superhero society. I could definitely see Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson being applicable too.

The rest of the Core Four is trickier to pin down for me, personally. My gut instinct says Blue for Bart as well, partially because I think he's the one of the Flash family that best 'inherits' that aspect that made Barry the Blue Corps deputy in Blackest Night, and partially because of how he's been presented in the Infinite Frontier era specifically, as this bright bolt of color that rushed back into the world and brought the past with him.

But like. A part of me also wants to say that about Kon? Though I could also see him falling into the compassion-if-Indigo-wasn't-so-weird category, because that boy just cares so much for the people around him (in Hawaii, in Cadmus, in Smallville, in YJ and the TT, in the Superfam) and defines himself so much by his ability to be helpful and useful to them.

And Cassie, I'm inclined to put her in Green, with the temptations of Red, because she basically became a superhero through sheer gumption and repeatedly demonstrates her willingness to stand up to literal gods to do what she thinks is right; but there's also that anger and ability to do serious harm that Ares tried to cultivate within her that never completely goes away.

...so yeah, that's my (kinda rambling) two cents on the whole thing. 😅

[ohtobeleah]

For those who are slightly interested, this is my wedding speech from Sunday.

Hello:

Not many people get to say that they have the kindest, most beautiful, selfless, sister in the world. But Sam, I’m so glad, that you can say all of those things.

For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing my pure grace, hi my name is Leah and I’m Sam’s older, but much shorter sister.

They say big sisters always have a shadow, and for as much as Sam will deny deny deny, I have forever had a sneaking suspicion that my shadow had a best friend.

From having the privilege of the back of the buss in primary school as a kindergartener, to skipping the line in the canteen during my senior high school years ~ you were always there reeping the privileges and experiences the true power that having an older sister holds.

But I have gathered some additional evidence to suggest that you, my dear sister, will always and forever be my shadows best friend and life long companion. In no particular order I introduce:

Exhibit A: Following the tradition of house captain and spirit of the year award. It doesn’t shock me in the slightest bit that you wanted not one, but two [redacted] names on that shiny new Wilson house plaque.

Exhibit B: Deciding that a career in the fitness industry as a leading professional sounded like a pretty good choice. Sam, you are an exceptionally talented personal trainer. And as i watch you continue to educate yourself to provide the best possible experience to your clients, all I can say is that I’m so unbelievably proud of how much you have accomplished.

Onto Exhibit C: An August wedding accompanied by a burnt terracotta colour scheme. I swear some of us are having a crazy case of de ja vu. But we will always be able celebrate the best days of our lives three weeks apart.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury I could go on and on forever……and I’m going to do exactly that.

When Sam and I were growing up, we had a cubby house that was our pride and joy. In the beginning it started off as a clubhouse. A place where no adults were allowed and where we ruled the whole world.

Slowly but surely it became a kitchen, kitted out with state of the art equipment and empty cardboard boxes from the pantry that we swore to mum we didn’t take. This kitchen was the backdrop for many mud pies, always made with the finest ingredients such as Dad’s high quality sand, mums favourite instant coffee, whatever lawn trimmings we could get our hands on, and the occasional snail shell.

Overtime it slowly transitioned to a classroom, where I’d teach you wrong math skills and you’d look up at me with a dear in headlights stare. I take absolutely no responsibility for your childhood education.

Our cubby house could withstand any situation that the weather would throw at it, so much so that when dad handed us three bottles of water based paint one weekend after we’d begged him to let us paint it bright pink and purple, we were shocked to see all are hard work immediately wash away that same afternoon.

That was the moment we learned that the weather forecast existed and our dad had outsmarted us on an elite level.

Eventually as we grew and our beloved cubby turned kitchen turned school, became a dog house for our childhood dog, Jessie. But it stood tall for years and years watching us grow.

Sam, you now have your own cubby house. A real house where you can escape from the real world. You have a real kitchen to cook whatever you’re heart desires, a kitchen where you don’t have to use dads top dollar concrete mix as salt, or mums instant coffee that again, swore we never took.

Home is where the heart is and wherever you and Troy find yourselves in life is exactly where your home will be.

Troy, take care of my baby sister and I know she’ll take care of you. If you’re lucky I may even relinquish my driveway space for you at mums……if you’re lucky. I am proud and above all honoured to call myself your sister in law.

You balance each other perfectly, an all encompassing representation of ying and yang. As your chosen reading said: two people are better off than one, and there is no other person who could love our cheeky beeky girl like you do. The only love that could possibly rival your love for Sam is your love for chainsaws.

To finish up, because I know I’ve well and truly exceeded my daily Leah quota, I’ll end on this:

Sam and Troy, on behalf of myself and Bailey ~ our biggest peace of advice for the both of you entering this life long journey, is that it isn’t always a 50/50 split.

Sometimes it’s 75 percent to 25, other days it can look like 40/60 and on occasion, 99 to 1. But the goal at the end of each and every day, is to be at 100%, together.

Happy wedding day.

[pjigsoul]

Two Worlds Between Gods And Heroes: Greek Gods vs Avengers

Hello Everyone!! 👋 Today, let's step into a world where Olympus and Earth's mightiest heroes. 💥 where Greek gods, 🌟 an immortal glory, with the indomitable Avengers, defenders of the universe.🦸🏻‍♂️

A Wonderful sight of Olympus the place of Gods ✨

Cruel and fickle, passionate and vindictive, jealous and insecure, petty and insane: the inhabitants of Mount Olympus represent an attempt by the ancient Greeks to explain the chaos of the universe through human nature. Thus, like every deity invented before and since, these gods and goddesses are embodiments of human solipsism. (Of course lightning is caused by a giant, angry man in the sky…obvi. I mean, what else could it be?) The stories of their battles, bickering, and sexual conquests have indelibly influenced the course of Western language and narrative. Here is a selection of some of the A-list names of the Greek pantheon.

Aphrodite:

Aphrodite was the goddess of love, sex, and beauty.

Athena:

Athena was the goddess of reason, wisdom, and war.

Artemis:

Artemis was the fleet-footed goddess of the hunt.

Ares:

Ares was the god of bloodlust.

Apollo:

The twin brother of Artemis, Apollo was among the most important (read: feared) of the gods.

Hades:

ruled the world of the dead, with which he was sometimes synonymous.

Poseidon:

Poseidon is best known as the Greek sea god, but he was also the god of horses and of earthquakes.

Zeus:

Zeus is a prominent figure in Greek mythology, known as the king of the gods and ruler of Mount Olympus. He is the god of the sky, lightning, thunder, law, order, and justice.

They are the Greek Gods people today still love these old stories about the Greek gods. They're in books, movies, and even games! These stories teach us about bravery, wisdom, and how things like nature and seasons work.

Earth's mightiest heroes place earth 🌍

On the other side, Avengers the Earth's mightiest heroes. The Avengers isn't your typical heroes. They're a team of super powered people who save the world, but they're more than that they're just like us in many ways. 💥 In a world where superheroes soar across the skies and face unimaginable threats, there exists a team whose story goes beyond their superhuman abilities, the Avengers. They are not just a gathering of extraordinary individuals in colorful suits; they represent the triumph of unity, resilience, and the human spirit in the face of adversity. 😮

These are the members of the Avengers 💪

Iron Man (Tony Stark)

Captain America (Steve Rogers)

Thor

Hulk (Bruce Banner)

Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)

Hawkeye (Clint Barton)

Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff)

Vision

Black Panther (T'Challa)

Doctor Strange

Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

Ant-Man (Hank Pym, Scott Lang)

Wasp (Janet Van Dyne, Hope Van Dyne)

Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers)

Falcon (Sam Wilson)

These characters among others have been members of the Avengers at different points in the comic book series and have also been featured in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) in various Avengers movies. The roster has changed over time, and different story arcs and events have introduced new characters to the team. 🦸‍♂️

Differences Between Greek Gods and Avengers: ✍️🙌

• The Greek Gods are myths from the ancient Greeks, while the Avengers are fictional team of superheroes.

• Greek Gods are related to one another, while the Avengers are just a team and they are not related to each other.

• Greek Gods have a supernatural powers, while some of the Avengers does not have a supernatural powers.

• Greek Gods consists of all gods, while the Avengers are mostly humans and aliens. Thor is the only god in the Avengers. So, no matter if you chose the team Avengers of team Greek Gods these people show us Courage, Heroism, Unity and Teamwork 🤝 Overall, the stories of the Avengers and Greek gods impart valuable lessons, by showing what is good over evil, the power of unity, and the importance of virtues and values.🌟

#GreekGodsVsAvengers #BattleofTitans #Avengers #GreekGods References: https://www.polygon.com/2018/6/29/17380862/avengers-4-title-release-date-trailer https://www.marvel.com/teams-and-groups/avengers/in-comics https://www.britannica.com/list/12-greek-gods-and-goddesses

[taughtdefense]

the dojo is quiet, the fading light of the setting sun casting a golden glow over the koi pond. the soft ripple of water blends with the evening air, & you sit beside sam, your heart steady yet weighted by the significance of what you’re about to do. the warmth of the moment, the intimacy of the sunset, seems to wrap around you both, but your thoughts remain focused on the small box in your hands.

you’ve planned this carefully, every detail chosen with purpose. the bracelet. the locket. they are more than gifts—they are pieces of yourself, of your shared journey, your future, the love you’ve built, together with each other & with your partners. you take a breath, feeling the cool touch of the gold through the wrapping, the weight of your emotions held within the quiet of the evening. the sky is painted in a burst of deep, beautiful colors—pinks, oranges, yellows. wisps of clouds catch the fading sunlight, as the colors deepen and dance across the canvas of the evening sky, they cast a warm glow over miyagi-do, bathing the dojo & the koi pond in a serene light that feels almost magical, enhancing the tranquility of the moment. the sunset even reflects a little bit in sam’s eyes, & it makes your expression soften.

your fiancée is earth-shatteringly beautiful. every time you look at her, it feels as if the world fades away, leaving only her radiant smile & sparkling eyes. she’s kind, smart, & strong—a force of nature in her own right. in this moment, as the sun sets & the colors of the sky reflect in her gaze, you can’t help but feel grateful for the love you share, for the way she grounds you, making everything in life feel possible.

“i have something for you, sam,” you begin, your voice soft, filled with all of the affection you hold for @taughtmercy . you open the box carefully, revealing the gold bracelet first. the sinking light of the sun catches on the metal, highlighting the subtle engraving of the uchinaa-guchi (the okinawan language) word for balance—通し—on the outside. you watch the bracelet glint in the last rays of sunlight, the meaning behind it heavy on your mind. balance. a reflection of what sam brings to your life. you’ve felt it in every moment with her—the grounding, the harmony that exists between you.

“you’ve brought so much balance into my life,” you murmur, your voice quiet, but every word filled with emotion. “you’re my strength when things feel impossible. my peace when everything around us is chaos. this…” you gesture to the bracelet, “this is a reminder of what we are. how you’ve grounded me.”

but it’s the inside of the bracelet that holds the most meaning for you. “my strength, my peace,” etched in soft cursive. a quiet declaration of everything she means to you, words you needed to put here, in this piece. a reminder of the times when you’ve leaned on her, found calm in her presence, the times when she’s been the steady force guiding you forward.

you gently hand her the bracelet, smiling softly, but your attention doesn’t linger. instead, you reach for the next gift—a gold locket, shaped like a bonsai tree. its branches & leaves are carefully detailed, reflecting the teachings of miyagi-do—the growth, resilience, & strength that come with time, care, & patience. in so many ways, it’s a symbol of your love, something that has grown from strong roots.

as you turn the locket in your hand, you glance at the back, where your engagement date is engraved, followed by initials—ewk, your own, side-by-side next to rk, robby’s, then mdw & tnw, miguel’s & tory’s below yours & robby’s. below your initials sits hgw for henry gabriel wilson & haw for harper amelia wilson. it’s not just about you & sam; it’s about all of you, your family, your shared life. this locket, like your relationship, holds you all together. your partners & your children are your strength. you can’t fathom ever being truly happy in any of your existences without them by your side.

“i wanted you to have something that reminds you of our family,” you continue softly, your voice low, filled with warmth. “the life we’ve built together. all of us. you started out as my best friend & my roommate, & now we’re engaged. you’re one of my children’s mothers. you mean everything to our kids. you mean everything & more to me, sam larusso.” inside the locket, there’s a small photo of you & sam hugging—a moment captured just after your engagement by a grinning, teary-eyed vanessa, a reminder of the love that binds you. but it’s the inscription on the other side that feels most personal to you: “strong roots, stronger love.” a reflection of the strength you’ve built together as best friends, as members of miyagi-fang, as partners, the foundation you’ve laid. for you, it’s not just words—it’s a promise. no matter what comes, your love, like the bonsai, will keep growing, deeper & more resilient.

you hold the locket for a moment longer before finally closing it, the weight of it settling in your chest. the koi pond continues to ripple beside you, the sun dipping lower, casting soft shadows across the water. you feel the quiet around you, the warmth of the sunset, & know that in this moment, these gifts—this love—will always be a reminder of what you’ve built, of what you’ll continue to nurture together.

you kiss sam’s cheek gently, savoring the sweetness of the moment before you sit back to gaze softly at your fiancée, the last light of day soft against your skin. she’s so beautiful. your heart feels lighter now. the bracelet & the locket are more than symbols—they are pieces of your heart, given to her, just as you’ve always intended. “happy birthday, sam.” you say softly, your voice tender. “i love you so much.”

[tomorrowedblog]

Friday Releases for April 7

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for April 7 include How To Blow Up A Pipeline, Showing Up, Paint, and more.

How To Blow Up A Pipeline

How To Blow Up A Pipeline, the new movie from Daniel Goldhaber, is out today.

A crew of young environmental activists execute a daring mission to sabotage an oil pipeline in this taut and timely thriller that is part high-stakes heist, part radical exploration of the climate crisis.

Showing Up

Showing Up, the new movie from Kelly Reichardt, is out today.

A sculptor preparing to open a new show must balance her creative life with the daily dramas of family and friends, in Kelly Reichardt's vibrant and captivatingly funny portrait of art and craft.

Paint

Paint, the new movie from Brit McAdams, is out today.

Owen Wilson stars as Carl Nargle, Vermont’s #1 public TV painter who is convinced he has it all: a signature perm, custom van, and fans hanging on his every stroke… until a younger, better artist steals everything (and everyone) Carl loves.

Praise This

Praise This, the new movie from Tina Gordon, is out today.

Praise This follows aspiring musical superstar Sam (Chlöe Bailey), a young woman driven, at almost any cost, to break into the music business. So, when her father (Philip Fornah), worried that Sam is associating with a dangerous crowd, moves them from Los Angeles to Atlanta to live with Sam’s sunny cousin, Jess (Anjelika Washington), Sam is… not happy.

But when Sam is forced to join her cousin’s struggling, underdog praise team in the lead-up to a national championship competition, she sees an opportunity to finally make her dreams come true.

Chupa

Chupa, the new movie from Jonás Cuarón, is out today.

While visiting his family in Mexico, teenage Alex gains an unlikely companion when he discovers a young chupacabra hiding in his grandpa’s shed. In order to save the mythical creature, Alex and his cousins must embark on the adventure of a lifetime.

The Year of the Dog

The Year of the Dog, the new movie from Rob Grabow, Andrew McGinn, and Michael Peterson, is out today.

Matt, a loner alcoholic, struggles to maintain sobriety and honor his mother’s dying wish to see him get sober. His AA sponsor offers him refuge at his farm where Matt finds Yup'ik, a stray husky with a unique talent. Their relationship struggles at first, but with the help of their Montana community, the two strays find a connection and discover what it takes to pull thru to the finish line.

The Portable Door

The Portable Door, the new movie from Jeffrey Walker, is out today.

The adventure begins.

Tiny Beautiful Things

Tiny Beautiful Things, the new TV series from Liz Tigelaar, is out today.

When we first meet Clare, her marriage to her husband Danny is barely limping along; her teenage daughter, Rae, is pushing her away; and her once-promising writing career is non-existent. So when an old writing pal asks her to take over as the advice columnist Dear Sugar, she thinks she has no business giving anyone advice. After reluctantly taking on the mantle of Sugar however, Clare’s life unfurls in a complex fabric of memory, exploring her most pivotal moments from childhood through present day, and excavating the beauty, struggle, and humor in her unhealed wounds. Through Sugar, Clare forms a salve for her readers - and for herself - to show us that we are not beyond rescue, that our stories can ultimately save us. And, perhaps, bring us back home.

Transatlantic

Transatlantic, the new TV series from Anna Winger and Daniel Hendler, is out today.

Two Americans and their allies form a scrappy rescue operation in 1940 Marseilles to help artists, writers and other refugees fleeing Europe during WWII.

The Voidness

The Voidness, the new game from Steelkrill Studio , is out today.

The Voidness is a SCI-FI psychological horror game where it takes place inside the void where it's filled with just gloom - the only way to see is by scanning the environment with your range finder device, however you are not alone. Don't breathe... as they are listening... and watching.

[exbex]

Won’t Let You Fall

(775 words, loose interpretation of the prompt, as I am airheaded)

“Everyone’s got a gimmick now.”

Bucky thinks about that day at the airport entirely too often, even when he’s tending to his little farm, even when he’s not doing his research on Sam Wilson and his past as a pararescue and a counselor and an Avenger, (and daydreaming about Sam swooping in and saving him as he fell from that train), even when he’s not worrying and Steve and Sam and repeating what he’d said to Steve that day. “I’m not sure I’m worth all this Steve.”

He had wanted to quip at Sam. “Pal, you fly around. With wings. You have a robot miniature of yourself.” But, they’d been in the middle of a fight, after all.

He had wanted to do…something, after Steve had broken the crew out of the Raft and Bucky had seen the black eye Sam was sporting. Something inadvisable. Something he was done doing to other people.

One of these days, he would tell Sam what he felt. Buy him some flowers maybe. One of these days, when things calmed down.

**

“Thank you for all of this.”

Sam was standing in Bucky’s apartment, carefully taking the suit off. Bucky wanted to bury his face in the point between Sam’s neck and shoulder.

Well, that was still a thing.

“I meant it as an amends, not to pressure you.” Bucky blurted out before he could think better of it. 

Sam looked at him, his eyes all surprised before going soft and sweet and oh, yes, Bucky remembered that he had always had a thing for brown eyes.

“I appreciate it. I know it can’t have been easy to procure it.”

“I just said it was for you.”

Sam raised his eyebrows at that. Bucky felt his face flush. “Hey, a lot of people have your back Sam.” He paused. “And so do I. From here on out.”

“Thank you.” Sam looked at him for a moment before pulling his compression shirt over his head and Bucky was going to be a gentleman and look away, truly, but the most beautiful man in existence was standing right in front of him and he just needed a moment, alright?

“So…are we gonna be a team? Partners maybe?” Sam turned back to Bucky and he was standing there in boxer briefs and Bucky was quite proud of himself for being able to answer. 

“Yeah. Yeah Angel, I’d like that.”

This time Sam actually startled a bit, eyes going wide. “Angel?”

Well, there was no denying it. And hell, nothing was ever going to calm down. “You told me not to flirt with your sister.” That was not what Bucky had thought he would lead with, but well, too late. “And uh, you know, wings.”

“Wings?”

“Yeah, you know, angels have wings…”

Sam just looked bewildered. Beautiful, but bewildered. Maybe Bucky just insulted him? Maybe Angel was too soft? But Sam is soft, in all the best ways. He’s cunning and loyal and badass, like a falcon, but he’s also badass like an archangel.

Or maybe Sam wasn’t into guys. Fuck.

“Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, recognition dawning. “You’re flirting with me.”

“Yeah.” Bucky straightened up, ready to say he’ll back off if Sam doesn’t reciprocate, but Sam was still talking.

“When?”

“When?” Bucky knew he must look like an idiot, staring at Sam, trying to keep his eyes on Sam’s face, but between those brown eyes and the rest of Sam, nowhere was safe.

“When did you want to start flirting with me?”

“The airport. Before that big fight. With Steve and the others…”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “Us and airports huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s where I knew. Not then, I mean weeks ago, when you showed up to give me shit about the shield.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Because yeah, he’s apologized, but a few more apologies won’t be remiss. He blinks. “Wait. You…?”

Sam uncrossed his arms, used his right hand to tap his chest, three times. “That’s what happened, when you showed up. Before you started talking.” Something shutters across his face, something that Bucky wished he could take away. “Realized I’d missed you.”

Bucky inhaled, ready to apologize again, exhaled. “I wish I’d handled that differently.”

Sam tilted his head to the side, and a half-smile, slow like maple syrup, trickled across his face. “You can make it up to me.” He turned, started walking to the bathroom. “By still being here when I get out of the shower.” He paused. “Or you can come with, make sure I don’t slip and fall in there.”

And well, Bucky wasn’t about to let Sam fall.

THURSDAY: March 21 - Team Up at the Airport

[uraveragelonelysapphic]

Soteria

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Healer!Reader

Summary: You struggle with being kept a secret by the team and the insecurities of not being good enough. After a hostage situation, your girlfriends reassure you of your worth.

Warnings: Slight descriptions of torture, Insecurity, Mentions of bad home life, that’s about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: this was supposed to be for a request but ended up not using the request at all oops lol. but i really hope you like it! and lemme know if you wanna see more of this grouping, because i really like this concept :)

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The Avengers. ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’. The world feels safer knowing that there are people out there, human and mutant alike, who are willing to risk their lives everyday to keep the world safe from those looking to wreak havoc. The people on the team are unbelievably strong and brave. 

Tony Stark: Iron Man. Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.

Bruce Banner: Hulk. A being fierce, strong, and capable of mass destruction, housed by a man with seven PhD’s.

Thor Odinson: God of Thunder. Incredibly attractive, incredibly strong, and incredibly personable.

Steve Rogers: Captain America. A super soldier with a huge heart, fighting to do the right thing.

Natasha Romanoff: The Black Widow. Not a superpowered human, but you would think it with the way she can take down an army of men all in one breath.

Clint Barton: Hawkeye. He NEVER misses a shot.

As the years went by, the members on the team increased, only bringing in more incredible individuals.

Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier. Cap’s best friend. Another super soldier, who also literally has an arm made out of vibranium.

Wanda Maximoff: The Scarlet Witch. Arguably the strongest being in existence. Capable of killing a man with the flick of her wrist.

Sam Wilson: The Falcon. Served in the military where he found a way to literally fly.

Yelena Belova: Black Widow’s sister. Beautiful, but deadly, she can kill a man while still looking stunning. Then again, you’re a bit biased.

Kate Bishop: Hawkeye’s Protege. Witty, intelligent, a fabulous archer, and also incredibly gorgeous.

And then there was you. The team healer. That was your power. You could heal any living thing except for yourself. Some may say it’s fabulous, but ultimately there’s no use for it in the field. For the most part, you wait at the compound, or stay on the Quinjet in case of injuries. You had basic defense training in case of being thrown into the field, but nothing nearly as intense as your teammates who actually made appearances on missions. And seeing as you were rarely seen on the field, there was no need for the world to know your name. To know you existed.

You’ve struggled with accepting your powers for the longest time. When you first discovered them, you were thrilled. You had always been practically invisible. Your parents focused all their energy on your brothers and sisters, leaving you in the dust. You didn’t have any friends, or anyone to look out for you. You were raised with the mentality that no matter what, you would never be good enough for your parents. But then suddenly, you had an ability that nobody else had. An ability that made you superpowered, incredible, if you will. But when you revealed it to your parents, rather than be excited for you, or proud of you, they were disgusted, and threw you out. Your abilities were too much for them.

Then Nick Fury found you, and invited you to join the Avengers. And upon training with them and getting to know the team, you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t enough, Your powers weren’t enough. You were subpar.

But there were two girls in your life who made you feel like you were enough. And their names were Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop.

Upon joining the team, you became close with the two, and after months of harboring feelings for them, shoving them deep down because you saw no possibility of them being reciprocated, the two approached you one day and asked you out. You three had been going strong ever since.

The two treated you like a princess. Not a day went by where you weren’t showered with kisses and affection. You had never felt so special in your life. The three of you were as thick as thieves, always sticking together, always expressing your love for one another. You felt at home with the two women; you felt like you finally belonged. And when you shared that with them, they informed you that you would always have a home with them.

But there were times where your insecurities still seeped through. Where your mind was plagued with doubts revolving around your spot on the team, and if you really made an impact or not. And sometimes things happened to amplify those insecurities.

The team had been assigned a mission in Russia. It would be a simple mission, just checking up on an old Hydra base to make sure it truly was abandoned. All hands on deck because it was more of a closure mission. They got to finally ensure that Hydra was gone for good. You were informed that you should remain back at the compound, as injuries for this mission were unlikely.

You stood in the loading area, watching as your teammates all loaded up the Quinjet and prepared to leave.

“Hey, beautiful!” You immediately knew who the voice belonged to and smiled as Kate kissed you on the cheek.

“Hi, my love,” you replied. “Be safe out there, okay? I can only heal the living.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll make it back in one piece. Because I’ll be there ensuring she doesn’t do anything stupid. I’m cool like that.” Yelena came up behind the two of you and placed a kiss on your other cheek.

Kate rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, I’m not the one who literally jumps off of buildings.”

Yelena laughed. “Me jumping off of buildings simply makes me even cooler.”

You smiled at their antics, grabbing both of their hands and squeezing gently.

“We leave in five minutes! Get your asses on the jet!” Natasha called out and your smile wavered.

You girlfriends noticed of course. They always did.

“Lyubov? You alright?” Yelena asked, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.

You sighed. “Yeah, I just wish there was more I could do to help.”

Kate frowned. “Babe, you do so much for the team already. You being here ready to heal whoever needs help is helping us more than you could ever know. You’re essential to the team.”

“And you’re essential to our team,” Yelena said, kissing your temple softly.

You nodded, your insecurities taking the backseat for a bit. “Thank you. I love you both so much,” you said with a smile.

“We love you, malyshka. We’ll see you soon, alright?” Yelena stepped in front of you and kissed you softly.

“Yelena, don’t hog her,” Kate whined when the two of you pulled away. Yelena laughed, stepping to the side, giving Kate a chance to get a kiss of her own. She smiled at you once she pulled away.

“But yes. We love you. We will be back before you know it.”

You nodded, smiling at the two. “Okay. Be safe.”

The three of you stood in silence for a moment before-

“Belova! Bishop! Asses on the jet!” Clint shouted.

“Coming!” Kate yelled back before turning to you and smiling. “Bye, y/n, see you soon.”

Yelena nodded. “See you soon, detka.”

“See you soon, girls.”

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That night, you felt uneasy. You were the only one in the whole enormous compound. All the agents and workers had gone home for the night, leaving only you to occupy the space. And something felt off.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, of course. You didn’t have spidey senses, or any ability to see danger coming from a mile away. But you couldn’t escape the gut feeling that something was very, very wrong.

You tried to shove it away, focusing on cleaning up the medbay, getting it ready for whenever the team got back. You hadn’t realized just how late it had gotten until you checked your phone to see the time 2:00am staring right back at you. You sighed and began making your way out of the medbay, that off feeling hitting you full force. You figured that checking with Friday wouldn’t hurt anything.

“Friday, are all the doors locked?”

No response.

“Friday? Are you there?”

Nothing.

You felt as if your heart plummeted to your stomach at the lack of response. Friday was down. This was bad. Really bad.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath before making a beeline for Tony’s lab to try and get her back up.

You rounded the corner and bumped into something. Someone. You looked up and froze. You had no idea how, seeing as the team had been fairly certain that Hydra was gone for good, but Hydra agents were in the compound. And you were face to face with one right now. As stated earlier, you had basic defense training, but nothing near the requirements to be on the field, so you weren’t sure how long you would last.

You went to back up, only to be grabbed by another agent. He held you firmly no matter how much you squirmed. You knew you couldn’t let them take you without a fight. You took a deep breath and tried to remember your training. You smacked the back of your head into your captor’s nose, hearing a sickening crack along with a groan of pain. At his weakened grip, you broke free, and attempted to make a run for it. You didn’t make it very far before a hoard of agents came your way. You fought as well as you could, throwing punches and kicks left and right, but ultimately, you were outnumbered. Eventually, they got the upperhand and you were injected with an unknown substance before your world went dark.

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When you opened your eyes, you had no clue whatsoever where you were. You were the only one in the room. You went to rub your head to ease the pounding there, but quickly realized that you were chained to the floor. You scanned the room for any inhuman threats and found none. You could only hope that your girlfriends and the rest of the team would be able to find you. But Hydra was very good at the whole hidden base game, so you weren’t feeling fabulous about your odds.

Your head snapped up at the sound of a cart being wheeled into the room. And then you saw him.

“Rumlow?”

“Oh, good. You’re finally awake. Nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N,” He said with a smirk.

“How are you still alive? You were killed in Lagos,” you said in disbelief.

“So you all thought,” he said with a scoff. “Little did you know that in all my time working behind Shield’s back with Hydra, I received a modified version of the super-soldier serum. Still, I was seriously injured, but I made it out. And made it my goal to make you all pay.”

You took a deep, shaky breath. “How do-”

He cut you off. “How do I know who you are? I have my ways. I found my way into the system, found the files. Clearly someone wasn’t important enough to include on the team publicly, hm?”

You shook your head, your brows furrowed. “No, that isn’t-”

“Isn’t it, though? Sure, you could use the excuse that they keep you a secret to keep you safe, but personally, I call bullshit. I think you just aren’t good enough to make the cut.”

You frowned, blinking away tears at his cruel words.

He laughed at your weakness. “Did you really think you mattered to them? You’re nothing. They probably won’t even come looking for you. You might as well cooperate.”

“Cooperate?”

“You, kid, are gonna tell me everything you know about the Avengers.”

You laughed with what little courage you had left. “Fuck no.”

He rolled his eyes before throwing a punch across your jaw. Tears stung at your eyes at the unexpected pain and the taste of blood in your mouth, but you willed yourself to stay strong.

“Should we try that again?” He sneered at you, crouching down and getting right in your face.

You spat in his face, glaring at him. You may have been terrified out of your damn mind, but you refused to give this asshole information to hurt your girlfriends and your team. No. Your family. Even if he was right; even if they really didn’t give a damn about you.

He stood up, wiping the combination of your blood and saliva from his face before looking down at you.

“Fine, then. We’ll get you to break. I have my ways of persuasion,” he said with a laugh. “Come on in, boys. Do your worst. Get the bitch to tell us everything she knows.”

As he walked out, a group of at least twenty Hydra soldiers walked into the room, all sporting evil smirks and no sign of remorse for what they were about to do.

You braced yourself for the worst.

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You weren’t sure how long you had been there. Several days, at least. That much you were sure of. Another thing you were sure of? They would have to kill you before getting a word out of your mouth. But you knew they were willing to, and that terrified you more than you’d like to admit. You spent your nights willing your mutation to adapt and heal yourself, but to no avail.

And when that didn’t work, you found yourself drowning in a world of physical and emotional pain. Your body was littered with gashes and bruises, some far worse than others. You were certain that your ribs were broken, likely your nose too. Not to mention the fact that you hadn’t been given food or water since being taken. You were fading fast.

And emotionally? You weren’t doing much better. You felt guilty. Guilty for not being strong enough to fight off the men. Guilty for not being able to heal yourself. Guilty at the thought that the team would have to risk their lives to rescue you, if they even bothered. You felt so weak, so useless, you didn’t see a reason that they would find the risk of rescuing you worth it. You wished you had been good enough for them. For your teammates. For your girlfriends. You always had to choke back a sob at the thought of your girlfriends. They had always been so good to you, even when you felt like you didn’t deserve it. They were so good, so brave, so strong, so loving. And you were just you. You could never measure up. You figured maybe they would be alright. You knew they loved you. That you didn’t question. But whether or not you felt as though you deserved their love? A whole other story.

You felt like you were falling apart, metaphorically and literally.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the room, waking you from your thoughts. You assumed another day had passed, but then you heard a gasp.

And as cliche as it may sound, you knew that gasp.

That was the gasp you heard when you were making a certain someone’s favorite dinner and she walked in and saw it. That was the gasp you heard when you hit a plot twist in a movie you were watching. That was the gasp you heard when a certain brunette found a trick arrow that she thought was lost forever.

That was Kate’s gasp.

Your eyes widened at the sound and immediately flooded with tears as she sprinted over to you while all but screaming “She’s in here!”

She dropped her bow and crouched down to your level and held your face in her hands.

“Kate,” you said brokenly, your voice coming out raspy from lack of use.

Her own eyes filled with tears as she took in your broken form. “Hi, baby,” she said, giving you a broken smile. “We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”

You nodded as she turned her attention to the chains around your wrists, picking her bow back up and grabbing two arrows from her quiver. She stood up and shot the chains on each wrist, effectively breaking their hold on you.

“Y/N!” Another voice shouted, and your favorite blonde came into view, a heartbreaking look on her face as she, too, realized the state you were in.

“Lena,” you whispered, letting out a sob as she rested her forehead against yours.

Kate nudged Yelena. “We have to get out of here, Lena. Steve said we have about five minutes before they close in on us.”

Yelena nodded. “I’m going to pick you up now, lyubov, alright? It’s going to hurt, but I have to.”

She lifted you up bridal style and you let out a sob.

“I know, baby, I know. We’re gonna take you home, just try to stay with us, okay?” Kate said, concern evident in her voice.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed out. “I’m so sorry.”

And with that, you passed out.

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You woke up to pain all over, and a weight in both of your hands.

When you regained consciousness, you noticed two things. The beeping of a heart monitor, and a weight in both of your hands. You opened your eyes to see your two favorite girls on either side of you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Kate said softly, brushing some hair out of your face gently.

“How are you doing, detka?” Yelena asked.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you said with a groan.

“Respectfully…you look a bit like it too.”

“Kate!” Yelena scolded.

“What? I said ‘respectfully’!”

You laughed at the two girls.

“Let me get you some water, love,” Yelena said after a moment, getting up and going to the sink to fill up a paper cup. You smiled at her thoughtfulness.

But your smile fell and your brows furrowed when you noticed a small gash on Kate’s eyebrow. Kate watched your hand go up towards her injury and immediately smacked it away.

“Y/N!” She scolded, causing Yelena to turn her head towards you two. “Absolutely not. You are in no condition to heal others right now.”

Yelena raised her eyebrows. “You were trying to heal? In your condition?”

You sighed. “It was just a small cut, it really wouldn’t be straining-”

“Enough. No healing until you’re healed. Understand?” Yelena said sternly, handing you the cup of water.

“There goes the only thing I’m good for,” you mumbled under your breath. But they heard.

“That’s bullshit,” Kate said bluntly.

“Kate Bishop!” Yelena scolded, but Kate shook her head.

“No! It is!” She stood up from her chair and began to pace around the room. “I don’t know what lies they filled your head with to the point where you feel this way, or felt like you had to apologize when we rescued you, but it’s such bullshit! You, Y/N Y/L/N are the literal love of our lives. We would do anything for you. We searched for you day and night and barely got any sleep in the week you were gone, because we were so desperate to find you. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are incredible.” She finished her rant with a huff, sitting back down in her chair and running a hand through her hair.

“Okay,” Yelena started, breaking the silence that came over the room following Kate’s rant. “That was…a lot…but she’s right. What’s been going through your head that you would say that?”

You sighed. “I feel like I’m incapable of holding my own. I’m not strong enough to be in the field with you, and you’re all extremely good at what you do, so it really isn’t too often that you need healing. It seems to be the only thing I’m good at. Rumlow said you were keeping me a secret because I wasn’t good enough to make the cut of being on field and being known. And I know that’s not true, but it just kinda got to me. And if I can’t heal, or you don’t need healing, then I just worry that one day, maybe you’ll realize that you don’t need me.”

Yelena took your hand in hers and kissed it softly. “Sweet girl. Your feelings are completely valid. That being said, you are more than capable of holding your own. You had to take on over twenty men at the tower. Nobody blames you for not winning. That’s too much for any of us to take on by ourselves too. And as for your powers. First off, I don’t think we will ever stop needing your powers. They’re more extraordinary than you give yourself credit for. But, hypothetically, if we did-”

“We will always need you,” Kate cut in. 

Yelena scowled at her and Kate shrugged. “You were taking too long to get to the point.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “As Kate here so rudely interrupted me to say, we truly will always need you. No matter what your abilities are. Because you are the most loving, kind, considerate, funny woman we have ever met. And we love you, very very deeply.”

“And as for being kept a secret, does it bother you sweetheart?” Kate asked gently.

You shrugged. “I guess I just wish that people could know that I do things too? And I know that probably sounds selfish…”

Yelena furrowed her brows. “That doesn’t sound selfish at all, love. You do so much for this team. You have every right to want to be recognized for it. Kate and I have a debriefing tonight. Do you want us to bring it up?”

You smiled shyly. “I would like that.”

Kate leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, causing you to giggle. “Well then, your wish is our command.”

You smiled at the two, nothing but love and adoration in your eyes. “Thank you both. And thank you for rescuing me.”

“There is absolutely no need to thank us. We will always come and get you. We love you unconditionally, honey,” Kate said.

“I know you two have a briefing to go to in a little bit, but could you sit with me for now?” You asked hesitantly.

Yelena smiled. “Of course. We would never miss a chance to hold our girl.”

Her and Kate got on either side of you, being extremely gentle and mindful of your injuries. Yelena wrapped  an arm around your shoulder and Kate wrapped an arm around your waist. You sighed contentedly, enjoying the peace. But of course you had to try your luck one more time.

“It really is such a small cut, Katie…”

“No way.”

“Not happening, lyubov.”

*

When you woke up the next morning, your girlfriends weren’t at your side, but there was a note on your bedside table along with your phone, which happened to be buzzing nonstop with notifications.

You checked the note first. It read:

The world knows who you are now. No more hiding. We are so proud of you and all you do for us. Katie and I are at training, but we will be back around noon, alright? We love you!

-Yelena (and Kate…she forgot to write my name down :/)

P.S.- The world gave you a nickname, an alias, if you will. Feel free to take a look ;)

You furrowed your brows and picked up your phone, immediately clicking on the Twitter headline of ‘The World Has a New Hero’. There was a video attached, a segment of a news broadcast, so you clicked play.

“This morning, Tony Stark called for an urgent press conference. He and the rest of the previously known Avengers were there to give us a huge piece of news.” The news reporter spoke.

A clip of the press conference was then shown.

“We have called you all here today, to let you know that there is someone on this team that we have not shared with the public,” Tony stated, and various murmurs were heard throughout the crowd. “Bishop and Belova, care to do the honors?”

Kate and Yelena stepped up to the podium hand in hand with enormous smiles on their faces.

“Now, as Avengers, we risk our lives daily. And while we are happy to do it, there are times where we get hurt. Do you ever wonder why we recover so quickly? And how we are able to get back up and out on the field so easily?” Kate said.

“We have a team member with the name Y/N Y/L/N. She has the ability to heal every living being other than herself. She is the reason we stay alive and safe. She protects us, in a way,” Yelena states.

“She’s been kept in the dark for so long for her own safety, but last night she expressed a desire to have her identity revealed. She does so much for us, and we genuinely would not be alive without her, so we agreed that the world needs to know her name,” Kate said.

“She will not be here today as she is currently in recovery due to an incident earlier this week. She is going to be okay, but she isn’t well enough to leave her hospital bed at the moment,” Yelena finishes.

Tony steps back up. “We hope you will accept Y/N with open arms, because she is part of our dysfunctional little family and we love her dearly. No questions will be accepted at this time, thank you.”

The clip ends and the news reporter comes back on screen. “Y/N Y/L/N is officially a part of The Avengers! Following this press conference, footage was released from the medbay of her in action, which has caught the public’s eye. It looks like she’s becoming a real fan favorite, very quickly. The public has started calling her ‘Soteria’, in reference to the goddess of safety and preservation from harm.”

You stopped the video and turned off your phone before smiling.

Soteria. You could live with that.

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a/n: that’s all folks! it all kinda blurred together and i didn’t proofread it so i’m sorry if it sucks lol!

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Gorgeous

summary: Steve Rogers is really pretty and it's hard to think straight when you look at his face; Based on the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift (request by @bent-not-br0kenn and anon) pairing: steve x reader word count: 4k warnings: steve is one fine man 😏 a/n: this was written for the wonderfully amazing @msmarvelwrites's Taylor Swift lyric inspired writing challenge ! hope you enjoy my surprising attempt at fluffy cheesy steve goodness 💕Congrats on 2k!!!

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Steve Rogers stands at the head of the conference room with the smudge of dry erase marker on his hand and a bullet point list of names on the whiteboard behind him. You know he must be talking about something important because he’s got one hand on his hip, the other holding up his weight against the table. His features are stern, his brows forming a low line as he speaks, but you can't hear a word of it.

No— you're too focused on the way his hair lifts away from his face, combed back and reminiscent of his youth in the Army. Formal and dated, but it’s light and airy and begging to be messied through the tips of his fingers. It’s darker than when you first met him, a shade away from the perfect blonde painted on posters at the Smithsonian, of the Captain America in the wartime movies. His cheekbones are high, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and his lips— lips so full and pink, you watch every shape they take with each word he speaks.

But it's his eyes that take you under. Ocean blue so effortless in their current, they draw you in with the belly of an undertow and you know without hesitation you would drown gladly if he would just look at you a moment longer. Allow you the privilege of water to your lungs.

Steve Rogers is just simply... gorgeous.

He straightens his back, his lips pressing into a short pout and he’s no longer speaking, you realize. His brows narrow, his gaze fixating on you and his lips move again. They take the shape of your name and you’re so lost on the way his mouth curves around your syllables you don’t realize how quiet the room has become.

Steve shifts then, a smile pressing on his cheeks; the right corner of his lips curve ever so slightly higher than the other as he lets his chin fall to his chest. He shakes his head, shoulders bouncing subtly. He's the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. The sunlight from the open window casts in and touches over his skin, illuminating him in an ethereal glow as if he wasn’t already built of the heavens themselves. He starts to laugh to himself and you bite on the edge of your lip to keep yourself from mirroring his grin.

“You still with us, Y/n?” Steve’s voice breaks through and it’s like whiplash as you’re suddenly jolted from your trance.

You spring up in your chair, brushing a hand over your hair to push down the loose ends that had sprung up in your daydreaming slouch. Your heart beats terribly as you look around the room to find the other agents watching you with a curious look in their eyes. Only Sam Wilson wears a devious smirk and he manages a wink at you before you can kick his shin under the table. He grunts, leaning down to massage the muscle and narrows his eyes at you in warning. You bare your teeth.

Then, embarrassed, you turn back to Steve. “Sorry. I’m here.”

Steve doesn’t take any offense as he simply waves you off and returns to the debrief as if nothing had happened at all. The marker squeaks as he rights another name on the list, circling it three times until the color begins to fade to a subtle grey. It’s not the first set of words you’ve exchanged with Steve, but it still feels like you've just taken a dive out of the quinjet. It feels that way any time he so much as acknowledges your existence.

Most of the agents you know straighten their spine when he walks by. They put more weight on the machine or run a little faster around the track. They’re eager to impress him, to appeal to the well decorated war hero and earn their rank in his presence. They idolize Captain America, may even be a little afraid of him.

But it’s the man behind the shield that scares you the most.

It’s the way he smiles to himself when he doesn’t think anyone is watching, how he sometimes hides it behind the wall of his coffee mug but the lines by his eyes still give him away. It’s how he jogs a little to catch the door before it can close, just so he can hold it open for you as you walk by. It’s because he’s an impossible man built of unparalleled strength and power and he still blushes when Natasha teases him, still draws in his little notebook on the bench down by the lake, still has the same compassion and selflessness he carried in his youth.

It’s not Captain America you see when you look at him. It’s Steve Rogers.

You only realize you stopped paying attention again when the room starts to clear out and you look across the table to find Sam’s lips pursed together in a knowing look. You nearly kick his shin again before he jumps up away from your reach and quickly skirts out of the room.

“Here’s the highlights,” Steve chuckles, sliding a folder down the table to you.

You reach out and catch it before it can slide off the end. You open the folder and quickly browse through the bullet notes Steve must have written for himself. The most you can gather while you’re not distracted by the near cursive delicacy of Steve’s handwriting is that there’s a new arms dealer taking root near Philadelphia.

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Steve adds as he finishes gathering the rest of the reports. “I’ll fill you in if Fury ends up putting you on assignment. I know you’re usually more of the search and rescue type than stakeouts and organized crime, so I doubt you’ll end up with the case anyway. Fury just thought we should make everyone aware if we have a new Kingpin on our hands.”

You nod, your lips parted just slightly. You didn’t know Steve had any idea what you did within SHIELD, let alone your area of specialty. Sure, you were Natasha’s primary point of contact when she dug up the information that eventually led him to find Bucky Barnes in Bucharest, but you don’t expect he knew that.

“Thanks, Captain Rogers,” you say, the waver in your voice giving way to the nerves shaking under his gaze.

“Hey, come on. It’s Steve.” That charismatic charm returns to his face as a smile etches up into his cheeks. It’s genuine and a little shy and made entirely of the scrawny kid in Brooklyn that your heart starts to beat tenfold.

“Thanks... Steve,” you try again and at the sound of his name in your voice, he manages to smile a little wider.

The room falls silent around you and for a moment, you find yourself drifting into the shades of blue in his eyes, unable to form another word as long as you’re lost in the waters. Rising and flowing. Pulled by the current and drifting out to sea. Steve doesn’t make an effort to turn away and you nearly forget to breathe entirely, water filling your lungs, when you hear a short knock on the door.

In the doorway, a woman stands wearing a visitor pass around her neck, the tag hanging near her waist where taunt skin peaks through the top of her jeans. She’s stunning – the kind of beautiful one only sees airbrushed in magazines, but there she is, under harsh florescent conference room lighting, and she looks like she was born of Olympus.

“Ready, Steve?” she calls sweetly and your heart drops through the floor.

He gives her a short nod as he crosses the room to her, drawn to her as if his body moves of its own accord. Her hand touches his forearm; perfectly manicured as her fingertips press into the muscle and they grin at one another as if you weren’t there at all. You try not to let your heart fracture, but you could feel the edges begin to crumble.

“Hey,” Steve says, grabbing your attention. He grins, laughing so sweetly is starts to mends the fractures in your heart. “Don’t get too lost in that head of yours, alright? I’ll see you around. Have a good night, Y/n.”

He says it so sincerely that you can’t help but smile, even with this impossibly beautiful woman on his arm.

“You too, Capt— Steve.”

The woman tugs eagerly on his arm and he gives you a final wave before they disappear from the room. When the silence takes over again, there’s a near buzzing in your ears. Mocking you. Taunting you.

Steve Rogers is a daytime fantasy – a man you know you have no unearthly chance with. So, you settle to admire him from your distance where it’s safe and protected and your heart can’t be broken. At least not any more than it already had. You try not to allow yourself to want more.

But still— it creeps in.

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You don’t know why you bother going to Carter’s show. You can barely hear yourself think over the thump of the loudspeakers and the base resonates deep into your chest; an unsettling vibration in time with the electronic beats from Carter’s turn table.

You glance up at him from your position at the bar and he doesn’t so much as glance in your direction. He’s too busy catering to the group of women at the center of the dance floor. You have half a mind to be jealous before you remind yourself that it’s not Carter’s attention you really care for anyway.

Carter was the DJ at the party Tony had thrown for a very reluctant Bruce Banner the previous week. You met him at the bar during his break and he offered to buy your next round, not realizing how plainly you’d been staring at Steve Rogers from across the crowd for most of the night. Carter was nice enough and you were still pining over an Adonis way too out of your league to so much as notice your existence, so you halfheartedly agreed when he asked you to come see his set.

As you adjust your stance against the bar, wincing at the tug of the sticky club floor against your shoes, you find yourself regretting your decision to come. You signal the bartender for another whiskey on ice as you set the empty glass on the counter. There’s more than just a slight buzz in your head and you’re thankful that even SHEILD Agents get a day off every once in a while.

Another hour goes by and Carter is far too enamored with the woman shouting up song requests from the dance floor, so you set some cash on the bar and leave. It makes you question why you even bothered with him, but then an image of Steve crosses your mind and you remember. You can't get that man out of your head and it’s starting to feel borderline pathetic.

The wind hits you worse than a brick wall and it takes a moment to adjust your eyes to the darkness. The club had colorful strobe lights and neon signs hanging on the walls so it’s almost jarring to be surrounded by the quiet comfort of brick walls and a starless night. When the door closes behind you, you can still hear the vague thump of the music through the cracks. You rub at your temples.

It takes a few steps towards the subway before you realize how many drinks the bartender had replaced before you found the nerve to leave. Your ankles wobble a little on your heels and you quickly grab onto the banister at the end of a brownstone's stoop. Your vision starts to double, swaying in circles, and you clench your eyes tight enough to see the stars missing from the sky.

“Y/n?” a voice calls from across the road. “Is that you?”

You look up, but the figure it too far away. All you can see is a vague outline of a man as he quickly jogs across the street, holding up a hand to an oncoming car to block his path. You chuckle to yourself. What little patience he must have to demand a moving vehicle to break for him.

When he approaches, his hands quickly easing you upright and holding you steady, the air nearly leaves your lungs entirely.

Steve Rogers has his hands cupped on the sides of your face; his brows furrowed in concentration as his eyes roam over your exposed skin. His lower lip is tugged between his teeth, full and pink, as he slowly returns to your gaze. There’s concern in his eyes, you realize – a beautiful drop of caution amongst the rippling tide of blue.

“M’okay,” you tell him and you wince at how slurred your voice comes out.

He sighs, relief pressing a smile to his lips. There’s a slight indent from where his teeth had been. “Having a good night, huh?”

You think about lying to him—perhaps, telling him about Carter and the promise of his early rise to fame. You think about pretending like Carter was interested in you for more than a quick distraction at Bruce’s party and that he hadn’t forgotten that he invited you to his show tonight. You wonder if maybe Steve will care at all.

Maybe he won’t. Maybe, you should tell him that it’s been miserable and all you want is a cone of ice cream piled high enough that it would be statistically impossible to eat the whole thing before it melts all over your hand. Maybe, you should tell him that you want him to come with you, that you think about him all the damn time, that he’s so unfairly pretty that you can barely think when he’s around. Maybe—

“Y/n?” Steve chuckles, tapping you sweetly on your forehead. “You’re zoning out again.”

You groan, throwing your arms in the air dramatically. “It’s not my fault. You're just—you're just so—”

Steve raises an eyebrow, amused. “Yeah?”

You start to pace, a little off balanced, but Steve is never too far away and you can sense him watching your every step, ready to catch you if you start to fall. The alcohol has long made its way to your head and you can feel the warmth of it burning in your skin. It’s comforting and freeing and a momentary thought crosses your mind to stop talking but you push it aside.

“You’re just— so gorgeous!” you practically shout. “I can-- I can barely say anything to your face because—look at your face, Steve! You’re gorgeous!”

He starts to laugh. His arms fold over his chest as his head falls and you realize then that he thinks you’re teasing him, that you are not so impossibly serious you can feel the intensity of it down in your bones. He presses himself off from the wall he’d been leaning against and reaches for you.

“Alright doll,” Steve grins. “Let's get you home.”

You jump out from his grasp and he gives you a strange look. You pout your lips, feeling mildly childish but he wasn’t listening to you.

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” you quip and Steve can’t help the smile that won’t seem to leave his cheeks. It starts to ache.

“Me?” he challenges teasingly. “Why?”

“Because you did this to me, Steve,” you reply sternly through your drunken haze. “You made me feel this way.”

Steve pauses. “What way?”

“This way!” you tell him though you offer no further explanation.

Steve doesn’t seem to understand, but he gives you a short nod as if he does and he starts to guide you towards the taxi you hadn’t noticed he’d flagged down. The weight of your body starts to feel too heavy for your bones and you sink into the back seat with ease. Steve climbs in behind you and instructs the driver as he carefully adjusts your seatbelt for you.

The alcohol lulls you easily to sleep. You barely register the shoulder you lean upon or the hand gently brushing the hair from your eyes. It blends into the distance along with the blur of bright city lights as you drive home.

***

You feel the pulse of a blinding headache before you even dare to open your eyes. You groan, turning over on your bed, covering your eyes with your forearm to block the stream of sunlight in from your windows.

When you finally allow yourself to face the light, you’re surprised to find a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on your nightstand stable. You don’t recall having the energy to put it there the night before and—well, you don’t recall much of anything after you fell asleep in the cab next to Steve.

Wait.

Steve.

“Shitshitshit--” You quickly throw the blankets off the side of the bed, only to find you’re dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. The breeze of the AC unit hits your exposed skin and goosebumps begin to prickle on your thigh. You groan, a heat of embarrassment burning through your chest as you stumble into the hallway.

As if on cue, you find Steve standing in the kitchen pouring his coffee. He smiles as he sees you emerge from your bedroom and he raises the cup for you, setting it on the counter. Reluctantly, you follow the intoxicating smell until your hands are wrapped around the base of the mug and you offer him a short nod.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he grins, taking a sip from his own mug as he leans against the counter.

“Humiliated,” you grumble. You miss the way Steve’s smile falters slightly, his brows narrowing in concern. “I’m so sorry, Steve. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Nothing,” he says quickly. “It was nothing. I just got you home is all. You were pretty entertaining before that. Wanda was the one who got you to bed, helped you change... if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh,” you reply, though it doesn’t seem to lessen the weight on your chest. You sigh. “I imagine your girlfriend wasn’t too happy about you having to deal my drunken mess last night.”

“Girlfriend?” Steve raises an eyebrow.

You shrug. “Yeah, the uh... Aphrodite incarnate from the debrief last week...”

Steve laughs, a wash of relief on his face though you still feel tight as stone. He sets his mug on the counter. “Lainy’s not my girlfriend. She works for the VA. She was helping me with a speech the mayor roped me into giving on for Veteran’s Day. She’s just a friend... trust me.”

Steve shifts in his position, his smile softening as he looks at you. You can’t help but feel examined under his gaze and you're certain you look absolutely terrible. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know your cheeks are imprinted with the pillow case folds, your hair is uncombed and disheveled, and there’s dark circles under your eyes. Not exactly the picture of beauty, and still—Steve won't stop looking at you.

“There’s been someone else, anyway,” he says simply and you try not to let it show when your heart clenches.

“Oh, that’s um... that’s nice.” It’s halfhearted and barely believable, but you say the words anyway because you know it’s the right thing to do. You know there was never a chance in this world that Steve Rogers – carved from the marble of the Gods – would so much as look in your direction. You know this. Still, it hurts.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs dreamily. “She’s incredible. I can’t stop smiling when she’s in the room and it’s becoming a real pain for me, you know. It’s like everyone can see how enamored I am except her, but I wasn’t sure how to talk to her before. I didn’t know if I was crossing a line or making assumptions or abusing my rank, but I think I’ve got an idea of how she feels now. I think she likes me, too, so maybe it’s worth a shot, right?”

You nod through the sharp clench of your jaw. It burns terribly and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. Instead, your gaze fixates on the countertop, counting the lines and scratches in the surface.

“I mean,” Steve pauses, “she’s— she’s just so—gorgeous.”

Your eyes snap up to Steve’s and he’s grinning impossibly wide, but all you can feel is the drop in your stomach. You barely notice how the lines form so sweetly by his eyes, light brightening through the ocean blue waves, sun reflecting on the water’s crest. You don’t see how adoringly he watches for your reaction, his growing anticipation as he bites on the edge of his lip, still unable to ease his smile for even a minute.

“Are you making fun of me?” you ask slowly, nervously, but he shakes his head.

“Quite the opposite actually.” Steve reaches for your hand and you watch, stunned, as your fingers effortlessly mold into his, like liquid to one another, perfectly made. He sighs, almost as if the feeling itself is made of relief in his body. “I like you, Y/n. I really like you. And I’d- I'd like to take you out. On a date. If you’d- uh- if you’d let me.”

You blink, certain you must still be asleep.

“Please say something before you get lost in your head again,” Steve begs and you can hear the nerves in his voice. He's still smiling at you, but there’s a hesitation there, an anticipation. The lines on his forehead are more pronounced. His gaze flickers quickly between your eyes and to your intertwined hands. He’s actually... nervous.

“Y-yeah. Okay.” It’s all you can say. Your heads spinning too quickly for anything else and you know it had much more to do with Steve’s hand wrapped in yours than the wicked hangover you’re currently nursing.

“Great!” He leans in and quicker than you have a moment to process, presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. It's warm and soft and lighter than air, but it lingers. It takes the breath from your lungs and you barely notice as he lets go of your hand. “Eight tonight, okay? I’ve got a place in mind. Best Rocky Road ice cream you’ve ever had, I swear it on my life.”

You laugh, nodding along. You’d happily sit on the couch in the living room with him if he asked. You’d follow him to the ends of the Earth. Still—all you can do is nod helplessly. Your cheeks start to ache and you realize it’s from how long you’d been smiling. You touch your fingertips to the worn muscle and Steve watches with such pride on his face, it catches you by surprise.

“Eight,” you confirm and it makes Steve’s eye light up.

Somehow, he’s more beautiful this way. Nervous and sweet and adoring.

And still— gorgeous.

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[sacredsorceress]

Three’s a Crowd || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: when you come down to visit your boyfriend, bucky barnes, at the wilson residence and see his interaction with sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier.

a/n: here’s some short and sweet fluff prior to the season finale! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of starting a family? it’s pure fluff

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“Hey sleepyhead.” You hummed, running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair.

At the sound of your voice and the gentle touch of your fingers slipping through his hair and brushing against his skin ever so slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to bet met with your figure sitting at his side, staring down at him. 

No matter how many times he woke up to see you first thing in the morning with the sunlight highlighting your features, he would swear he was in heaven- utterly consumed with the feeling of pure bliss.

“Hi, doll.” He smiled, his voice still raspy.

At the feeling of his hands moving to lay on either side of your waist you smiled. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, realizing that you had come all the way down to the Wilson’s home when the last place Bucky had left you before going on his mission with Sam was at your shared apartment in New York.

“I missed you.” You shrugged. 

“I told you I was coming home today, Y/n.”

“I know, Buck.” You said, now laying your palm against his cheek. “But I heard about everything that happened and I couldn’t wait another day to see you.”

Looking up at you and leaning into your palm that was cupping his cheek, Bucky couldn’t believe how he ever got so lucky as to have you.

Breaking him out of his moment spent admiring you, he heard the sound of Sam’s nephews running into the room, and turned his head only to see them playing with the famous vibranium shield in their hands.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

Immediately upon being caught by the super soldier, the boys dropped the shield onto the ground, scurrying out of the room, no doubt scared about getting caught with their uncle’s prized possession.

“Look at you babysitting.” You laughed, playfully swatting at your boyfriend’s chest.

Bucky caught your hand midair and scoffed. “I’m not babysitting... it’s just... dangerous... you know?”

“Sure,” You smiled. “Whatever you say, tough guy.”

Grasping the dog tags that were lying on his chest, you gently tugged on the chain and brought his face inches away from yours. Seeing his sleepy, smiling face- you brought your lips to meet his for a soft kiss before pulling away.

“One more?” He asked, quirking his eyebrows.

“Go brush your teeth first.” You laughed, watching as he threw you a fake pout. “Then I’ll see what I can do.”

-

Although the two of you spent the remainder of the day apart- Bucky training with Sam and you helping Sarah with things she needed done around the property- you came together again on the docks that evening while the Sun began to set over the horizon.

Carrying a crate in your hands that you had assured Sarah wasn’t too heavy for you, you made your way near the boat again, laying your eyes on your super soldier boyfriend for the first time since that morning.

You swear your heart could’ve burst right in your chest, taking in the sight in front of you.

Bucky was stood at the end of the dock, one hand on his knee while he chatted with Sam and his sister beside him. His other arm- his vibranium one- was stretched out and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face as you witnessed Sam’s nephews and other children you hadn’t seen before hanging off of it, laughing to one another in awe about how “cool” his arm was. 

With the golden hue of the sunset setting over your boyfriend’s features, you wished you had a camera on you so you could never forget the moment. You could’ve sworn you would’ve stood there for eternity staring if it weren’t for Bucky catching your eye, waving back at you smiling.

Although you couldn’t hear him, you watched as he said something to the kids, gently shaking them off of his arm, before striding over to you.

“Here, let me take that.” He offered, taking the crate from your arms and setting it down on the dock.

Watching as he did so, your mind was still utterly consumed with the image you had just seen in front of you.

“So kids really seem to like you, huh?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, before remembering what he had just been up to. “Oh that?” Bucky asked gesturing back towards where the kids were playing at the end of the dock. “No... they just like the arm, you know?”

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you knew that he was completely naive when it came to the positive effects he had on people.

“Buck...” You cooed, reaching for his hands and pulling his body closer to yours. “When are you going to realize that people like you for you? They think you’re cool! Sure, the metal arm helps, but just admit it babe- kids like you.”

Resting his hands on your waist, you watched as a teasing smirk formed on his face.

“Why are you so obsessed with how kids act around me today?”

As soon as he asked, you began to feel flustered by him not only noticing, but calling you out on it. You hadn't realized you were being so obvious, but you could barely help yourself. Seeing your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, surrounded by kids? You couldn’t help but think of him surrounded by children of your own. All you could think about all day when not engaged in an active conversation with those around you was entertaining the idea of starting a family with your favorite 106 year-old man.

“I’m not!” You exclaimed, playfully swatting at his chest. “Why are you so obsessed with me being obsessed about you with kids? Hmm? Wanna answer that old man?”

Watching as you laughed while teasing him, Bucky couldn’t help but get lost in the moment.

“Buck-” You began.

“You know you look so beautiful right now?” He cut you off.

You bit your bottom lip to try to hide the large smile that was creeping over your face at his compliment. No matter how long the two of you had been together, or how many times he complimented you, he always knew how to make you feel the same butterflies you did the first time you met him.

“Especially with the sunset? You look beautiful all the time, doll, but... wow.” He said.

“Bucky, stop flattering me.” You insisted, running your hands up his chest before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“I mean it, Y/n.” He said. “You’re the best looking thing on this damn planet.”

Utterly consumed in the moment, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Me?” You asked. “Have you ever seen yourself? I swear I want our kids to look just like you.”

As soon as the sentence slipped out of your mouth, you regretted it. It came out so naturally you hadn’t even had time to think about it before you essentially just confessed to your boyfriend that you wanted to have children with him.

Although you and him had no doubt in your minds that you would spend the rest of your lives together, you understood that now might not have been the best time to bring up such a big life change with both of you only being thrown back into existence half a year ago and him being consumed in his work not only in saving the world, but in saving himself.

Embarrassed, you tried to weasel your way out of his grasp, but he only gripped his hands tighter on your waist pulling you towards him.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I’m so sorry! Forget I said anything-” You pleaded.

“No, Y/n, stop. Stop apologizing.” He said. “Were you... were you talking about kids all day because you were thinking about... were you thinking about me being a dad?”

As you looked into his eyes, you could see how serious he was and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

The two of you stood staring at each other in silence for a few moments and just as you were beginning to grow afraid that you might have ruined everything, you watched as your boyfriend began to chuckle, a light smile playing on his lips.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“Thank God.”

Quirking your eyebrows you pressed again. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He asked playfully, pulling on your waist to tug you closer towards him. “Do you think I haven’t been thinking the same thing all day?”

“What-”

“Y/n.” He said seriously, the smile leaving his face. “You’ve been taking care of Sam’s nephews all day. Do you think the thought hasn’t crossed my mind? I know... I know I’ve been through a lot... we’ve been through a lot... but I want this with you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest, listening to your boyfriend’s words.

“What are you saying, Buck?” You asked.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He asked, smiling once again. “Okay. Today when I couldn’t tie the kid’s shoelaces because of my hand and you stepped in and did it for me I thought about how good of a mom you would be. You’d be such a good mom, Y/n. I’m a piece of work- I know that- but God you would be so good at it and if I have... you know... mini me’s running around I wouldn’t want anyone else because I know that they would be the most loved and cared for kids in the damn world having you as their mom.”

You once again couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you listened to your boyfriend’s praise. It wasn’t uncommon for bucky to worship the ground you walked on, but for him to give such a compliment regarding a future family of your own, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had been personally escorted to paradise.

Unable to find the words to describe the joy and excitement you were feeling, you spoke the only words you could find it in yourself to say to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said.

“I want it all with you too, Buck.” You said, moving your hand to cup his cheeks, “And for the record- you would be a great dad. I know you put on the tough guy look for everyone else, but as the luckiest woman on the planet- I’ve seen the love you have in your heart. You would spoil those kids rotten with love.”

You watched as the very rare instance of blush coated Bucky’s cheeks. Still smiling- so much so it almost began to hurt- you pulled your boyfriend’s face towards yours, allowing your lips to meet his. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss however, you heard a loud whistle, sounding from behind Bucky.

Peeking behind Bucky, you saw Sam standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and hands on his hips.

“Hey!” Sam teased. “There’s kids here!”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, Sam.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You watched as Sam, laughing, took a swig of the beer in his hand, the sun setting behind him.

“I’m just messing with you, man.” He said. “Are you two staying tonight?”

The two of you glanced at one another, wordlessly communicating while smiling- both knowing what the other was thinking.

“I think...” You began. “I think we’re gonna start a family.”

When the words slipped out of your mouth, you and Bucky couldn't help but gaze at each other in awe of the situation. You were really going to do this. You were going to start a family with one another. You could hardly believe it, but you also couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

In front of the two of you, however, still stood Sam who spit out his beer at the sound of your words.

“Not on my sister’s couch you’re not!”

[annathesillyfriend]

Anna's December Fic Recs

Welcome to my December fic recommendations masterpost!! Can't believe that 2021 is over 😵 This year's been filled with so much talent and so many incredible stories 💙 I am so thankful for the joy and comfort the wonderful writers have brought me these past months. You are always there when I need something to make me feel better and I could never repay you for that. I adore you all 💙 I wish you all a happy new year, may 2022 be the best year of your lives!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

MARVEL

🎄Steve Rogers🎄

the most beautiful work of art by @melwilson

one-shot, this made me feel so many things, wow just wow

ready when you are by @bloomingbucky

one-shot, 18+, baby making with husband!steve, i mean 😫😫😫

stay (i'll keep you warm) by @/anika-ann

one-shot, part of the attached universe, my babies are on their honeymoon and i'm 🥰🥰 but also 🥵

date night by @musingsinmoonlight

one-shot, 18+, Suz is back again with delicious wonderful stories and it's so badass of her 👌 love that for us

unspoken by @/musingsinmoonlight

one-shot, black widow!reader, see above 👆

🎄Sam Wilson🎄

surprise by @/musingsinmoonlight

one-shot, sam 'boyfriend of the year' surprises reader at work and i desperately want to be her

a christmas miracle by @bvckysmoon

one-shot, college!sam, he's the most charming guy to ever exist

3 am kisses by @beelicious-barnes

one-shot, i want sam to give me all the kisses 🥺

time for love by @19ana45

one-shot, this fic makes me go AHHHHHHHHHHH

a promised present by @moonlight-prose

one-shot, i am a human embodiment of the heart eyes emoji after reading this fic

🎄Bucky Barnes🎄

cruel summer by @perpetuelledaydreaming

one-shot, friends with benefits, angst!!! ugh so good

maybe in another life by @heavenlybarnes

one-shot, bucky's putting back together the piecese steve's left you in, so beautiful!

fields are painted gold by @nexusnyx

one-shot, husband!bucky, satruday morning, i'm in heaven. Nyx had blessed us with so many wonderful stories this month (and in general), please check them all out, this girl has some real talent

stolen comforts by @bonkywobble

one-shot, hi i'm anna and i'm a slut for husband!bucky

the match by @babyboibucky

series, ceo!bucky, it started out with a kiss tinder match, how did it end up like this??? i was losing voice and hair over this story but it's just so good. read it, just do it

a kiss in central park by @bwhitewolfbarnes

one-shot, i want to get bucky kisses too 🥺

the christmas party by @buckyhoney

one-shot, 18+, turns out office parties don't have to be boring 😈

listen to me, not just my words by @bloomingbucky

one-shot, 18+, best friend!bucky x avenger!reader, friends to lovers, miscommunication, just phenomenal 🙌

paper airplanes I coffee for the soul by @/moonlight-prose

one-shot, great fic!

making up for lost time by @sweetdreamsbuck

one-shot, this will make you melt like ice cream on the hottest day of summer 😌

snowfall, softly by @sweetdreamsbuck

one-shot, beefy!lumberjack!bucky, i am just so in love with this one

parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

series, teacher!reader x widowed dad!bucky, enemies to lovers, so amazing!!!!!

delicate edges by @wkemeup

series, biker!bucky x florist!reader, another extraordinary story from Cas, you really need to read this one!

compromises by @/kinanabinks

one-shot, lumberjack!bucky, exes to lovers, john walker can go to hell 💁‍♀️

eyes on the screen by @kinanabinks

one-shot, best friend!roommate!bucky, best friends to lovers, very cute shit 👌

🎄Shang-Chi🎄

buns & mistletoe by @buckybleu

one-shot, beefy!lumberjack!shang-chi x baker!reader, he's calling her bunny, i am dead 😫

🎄Joaquin Torres🎄

nadie más que tú by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, friends to lovers, fake-dating, idiots in love. if that wasn't enough for you then just know that Dani + Joaco = 🥰🥰🥰🥰. she is the #1 torres writer and you can't change my mind

🎄Peter Parker🎄

old scarf by @peterbenjiparker

one-shot, this one is gonna break your heart :') (but go and read it anyway)

interrupted by @starrysoftie

one-shot, tasm!peter, friends to lovers, i love this format so much and this story was just so cute!!

under the weather by @cocoamoonmalfoy

one-shot, fluffy times with boyfriend!pete 🥰

it's all coming back to me now by @siempre-bucky

one-shot, based on no way home, named after the greatest song of all time, we love to see it

turning page and sweater weather by @clints-lucky-arrow

two-shot, tasm!peter, neighbour!reader, so lovely 🥺

perfume by @devotion

one-shot, your honor, i love them

that time of year by @vendettaparker

one-shot, stark!reader, heartbreaking at times but also so lovely!

band-aids and birkins by @aniqua

one-shot, bimbo!wealthy!reader, uni au, loved this!

now and forever by @ptersmj

one-shot, pillowtalk about your future with pete 🥺

this fic by @/ptersmj

one-shot, taking care of a sick baby peter, it's exactly as cute as it sounds

HOLLAND & CO.

🎄Tom Holland🎄

monthlies by @t-lostinworlds

one-shot, boyfriend!tom is a gem 🙌

ken-doll by @vendettaparker

one-shot, 18+, healer!reader 😂 such a fun fic 😂

we could call it even by @wazzupmrstark

one-shot, 18+, ex best friends to lovers, i've been listening exclusively to 'tis the damn season for the last 3 weeks so naturally i love this story

saudade by @celestialholland

one-shot, exes to lovers, oh oh tom made a fucky wucky 👀

crashing by @softholand

one-shot, enemies to lovers, getting locked in a bathroom and making bets with frat!tom 😌

married the wrong man by @farfromharry

one-shot, reader's making a big big mistake, will she be able to fix it? best friend!tom

sugaer cookie kisses by @/farfromharry

one-shot, dad!tom x baker!reader, such a lovely story 💙💙

denim jacket by @saturnpeter

one-shot, this story will have you completely smitten!

🎄Harrison Osterfield🎄

missing piece by @/softholand

one-shot, barista!reader, haz being the most adorable thing in the whole entire world 🥺

🎄Harry Holland🎄

pleasure exchange by @/softholand

one-shot, 18+, rich kid!harry x rich kid!reader, enemies to lovers, do i need to say more? 🥵

OTHERS

900 celebration by @violetlilysunshine

collection of fics with tom holland, harry holland and chris evans, these are all great ❤

2k followes celebration by @rodrikstark

collection of headcannons with lots of great character, love all of them with everything i have🥰

🎄Barry Keoghan🎄

in agreement by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, 18+, actress!reader, i am so head over heels for this fic it's kinda insane but like, how am i supposed to be calm about anything that Ava does? READ IT!!!

🎄Chris Beck🎄

dorothea by @/starbuckie

one-shot, exes to lovers, beautiful work 🥺

home with his starshine by @starbuckie

one-shot, college!au, holiday fluff 💙

🎄Dramione🎄

stupidity or serenity by @/real-jane

series, it's a christams fic, i love it with every single cell of my body. Kate is a god tier writer and i stan real hard!

relentless by @/real-jane

series, takes place at their last year at hogwarts, see above

he shouldn't but he does by @real-jane

one-shot, this is so beautiful, just like all Kate's works. i don't have words to express how thankful i am for all this dramione content 💙

🎄Remus Lupin🎄

the christmas burnout by @starbuckie

one-shot, christmas with remus and i'm all 🥺🥰

🎄Spencer Reid🎄

home by @cloudybarnes

one-shot, such a soft fic, amazing!

🎄Colin Shea🎄

make it up to you by @secretswiftymarvelfan

one-shot, 18+, colin is so cute here, i just wanna squish his cheeks and kiss his stupid face

🎄Johnny Storm🎄

baby it's cold outside by @wiypt-writes

one-shot, 18+, getting snowed in with johnny. honestly, just thinking about this makes me want to scream

🎄Frank Adler🎄

holly jolly husband by @mjolnir-steve

one-shot, 18+, husband!frank, making babies, all the fun stuff 😌

more than a hookup by @americasass91

one-shot, 18+, uh i love this one so much

🎄Ransom Drysdale🎄

a tortuous holiday. by @inklore

one-shot, 18+, enemies to lovers, hot hot hot 🥵🥵

wonderful and warm by @the-iceni-bitch

series, 18+, celebrating one year anniversary at the thrombey family vacation, this is so so good!

🎄Ari Levinson🎄

bad news, good ideas by @anika-ann

one-shot, 18+, reader's secret santa has a very good taste 😏 i don't read for ari but this was so good, i swear i'd read terms and conditions if they were written by my love Anika 💙

[lokisasgardianvampirequeen]

To Those Who Time Forgot

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Female Reader, Sam Wilson

Words: 760

Warning(s): Violence, Swearing

A/N: All characters are property of Marvel I’m just borrowing them. Please do not use or repost my work elsewhere. Much love and I hope you enjoy!!!! Reblogs are immensely appreciated ❤️

Chapter Nine

You wrestled internally for what felt like an everlasting amount of time. As much as you willed your eyes to open, they failed at every attempt. Awareness in this state of being almost as tortuous as being awake. You could feel the bile collecting in your throat, fear and panic threatening to overwhelm you. Your mind jumping from one scenario to the next. Where were you? Were you on ice again? What were your kidnappers doing to you? You chuckled mirthlessly at your own internal chaos. You thought what more COULD they actually do. Vampire - Check. Monster - Check. Enhanced - Check. At this point anything short of death would be surprising. Still the uncertainty was eating you alive, well technically dead in your case.

An idea rose to mind then, after all it's not like you had anything left to lose. You relaxed and began to clear your mind.....

*****Meanwhile*****

After a couple hours of wandering, making sure to keep to the shadows and alleyways, the soldier made his way to the only other place he could think of that felt comfortable to him. He kept to the back of the building, crouching and observing for a couple of minutes before climbing swiftly over the fence. He made certain to not draw any attention just in case stragglers still remained, hugging the side of the building until he reached the door. He made his way up to the loft that was mere hours ago your home, your safe haven away from the world that would cause you harm if they knew of your existence. Adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. Although in complete disarray, he found no threats lingering behind. He took the stair in sets of three making his way to the loft. The soldier set his bags and most of his weapons on the kitchen table. He opted to keep his knives holstered across his chest and his shotgun slung high across his broad back.

He looked around the loft, taking in the chaos left behind in its wake. The loft basically raided for anything and everything the flag smashers deemed important. It was like a police raid. Needing something to do and burn off some energy, he found some trash bags and started cleaning and setting things back to rights. It didn't take as long as he had anticipated and he had managed to vacuum up all the glass shards as well as the remaining powder dispersed from the gas bombs. Pleased with his efforts, he took the trash down and began on the garage. Suddenly his vision glassed over. He willed his breathing to stay regulated and steady, and sat down hesitantly on the ground. That's when he heard a voice, muted at first, but feminine in his mind. Frantically, he tries looking around to no avail. His vision was blank. "Cерьезно? Блядь! (Seriously? Fuck!) exclaims the soldier.

"Bucky? Can you hear me?" the voice questions, this time in perfect clarity. The soldier frowns momentarily before realization dawns on him. He smiles almost imperceptibly.

"Мой! Ангел! Кто, черт возьми, такой Баки????" (Mine! Angel! Who the hell is Bucky??).

You give a small, disheartened chuckle. "Do you remember me, my soldier? You called me beautiful."

The soldier scoffed. "Я считаю, что мои точные слова были чертовски красивыми. Я никогда не смогу забыть тебя, мое сердце, мой свет. (I believe my exact words were fucking beautiful. I could never forget you, my heart, my light).

"английский?" (English?) you try this time.

"да принцесса (Yes princess)" the soldier responded. "Are you okay? Have you been hurt? Can you show me where you are котёнок (kitten) ?

A strangled sob managed to escape you. The limbo you were currently trapped making it hard for you to surpress your emotions. "I can't believe I'm actually admitting this to you, soldier, but I'm afraid. I don't want to die here. I don't want to leave this world without knowing your touch, your kiss. I want to know what is it to be loved by you, exactly as I am."

The panic lacing your tone didn't escape the soldier, a single tear streaming down his cheek. With every ounce of reassurance and certainty within his body and soul the soldier replied "любимая (Beloved), you forget. Let me tell you something about heroes принцесса (princess). A hero would sacrifice you for the greater good. I HAVE NO SUCH COMPUNCTION. I would BURN this world for you!"

Tags: @mochie85 @theaudacitytowrite

These lines - (Let me tell you something about heroes, princess. A hero would sacrifice you for the greater good. I HAVE NO SUCH COMPUNCTION. I would BURN this world for you!) credit goes to @IAmArankai on Tiktok. I am only borrowing.

<Chapter Eight

Chapter Ten>

[vidavalor]

Bucky's texts to Sam while they were living in different cities after Endgame/pre-TFATWS were totally the best part of Sam's day in terms of sheer amusing randomness.

He'd land from a mission and there'd be one that was like:

Hey, Sam, do you ever think about whether or not when we die, we just get spat into a baby and we haven't really ever stopped since existence began?

And just as Sam is about to reply with 'yeah, i have actually and also when's the last time you slept?! *frown emoji frown emoji frown emoji*', his phone pings again:

Sun Chips are really good. Harvest Cheddar. I like these. There is a chip picture thing, Sam. *chip emoji* Sometimes the world is stupid fun, ya know? What are we, cavemen? Back to pictures to communicate?

Sam: CavePEOPLE. Jesus. It's like you were frozen for the last century.

Bucky: *vampire emoji*

Sam: *laughing emoji* It's what, 2am, there? Go to bed, Lestat.

Bucky: You good?

Sam: Nothing a hot shower can't fix. You?

Bucky: That's good. Just the usual evening torments here. How was Lestat a bisexual vampire in a book in the 1990s? Seems early for this overt? (I Googled. Feel free to praise.)

Sam: Horny housewives. (You're getting so big, Buckaroo! Baby can Google. Just yest, you were picking out an email password...)

Bucky: The pivotal demographic of most eras, it seems. (Go fuck yourself.)

Sam: *five laughing emojis in a row* Sleep tight, Buck.

Bucky: I will now that I've downloaded this book to my phone.

Sam: Quit it with the dirty talk! A man needs his beauty rest.

Bucky: *peace sign emoji*

Sam: Sure you're ok?

Bucky: Am now. Go *zzz emoji*, Wilson. I'm trying to read.

Sam: *smiling emoji* *his saved gif of Grumpy Cat, not the first time he's sent it to Bucky*

Bucky: *finger flipping the bird emoji* *falcon bird emoji*

Sam: *crying laughing emoji, three times over* Aww. I thought we were friends.

Bucky: GOOD NIGHT, WILSON!

Sam: *smiling emoji* Caps Lock is the internet equivalent of shouting, just in case you didn't know that yet.

Bucky: GOD, I HATE YOU.

Sam: *double heart emoji*

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

All I Know (SamBucky Drabble)

A/N: Hey!! Soooooo, this started out as just a random post that was only really supposed to be collectively like two paragraphs long, but then it started becoming much longer than that, soooo whoopsies? Either way, oh well. I honestly really love this and I hope you guys enjoy reading it. 💜

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

Summary: It was just a private, simple ceremony in the middle of a courtroom. But Sam and Bucky would be lying if they said it wasn’t the best day of their damn lives.

Tags: Honestly guys, this is all just straight fluff and that’s it tbh

Song Inspiration: All I Know By Beth Crowley

Word Count: 749

Artwork is not mine!!

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

(Part in brackets is what inspired this little drabble)

[Just imagine

Captain America 4 opens up with some action/conflict/point of introduction type thing or a mission or whatever, then cuts back to everyday life.

It shows kind of one of those getting ready for your day kind of things, kinda like what it did when Sam was getting ready to go to the museum with the shield.]

But this time his suit is black, not blue, and he seems like a different kind of nervous. Not uncertain. Just nervous. And then he looks down. Like when he looked down at the shield, except this time, he was looking down at his own hands.

And then there it was. A small black metal band on his engagement finger, hints of gold tones within the black, representing the one who gave him the ring in the first place.

He touches the ring gently with his other hand, rubbing his thumb along the cold metal affectionately, twisting the ring slightly and making sure it's secure on his hand.

Sam then looks back up, he's in front of a mirror. He checks himself one last time, making sure that his tie is straightened and he looks okay, nothing out of place. He usually didn't check through everything this much, but his nerves were everywhere. Then he turns around and walks out of the room.

Next we cut to Sam outside of a courthouse, walking in by himself. Another cut to the inside of a courtroom, right at the very entrance. Sam's walking in, his steps slow but sure. His eyes were downcast and the camera moves up as his eyes do, now showing us his view instead of a 3rd persons’.

His eyes look to the side, off to the left a little bit, and Sarah's there, along with the boys. She's dolled up in a nice dark blue dress, and the boys in little dress shirts. She's giving him the biggest smile, and some of his nerves calm a little, allowing him to offer her a small smile back.

And that's when he turns his head again. And his breath catches in his throat a bit, feet freezing him right where he stood.

There he was. In all of his beautiful splendor. The most beautiful man that Sam had ever laid eyes on, the most beautiful man in existence. And no one else could ever tell him differently. Not even that same man he was seeing.

Bucky turned to him, watching him start to move forward again, eyes lighting up at the sight of him and lips forming the most brilliant grin on his face, expression full of nothing but love and adoration for the man walking towards him. He was wearing an identical outfit to Sam, and it looked incredible on him.

Sam continued glancing over him, and his eyes reached Bucky’s hands, realizing that Bucky had listened to Sam’s request and kept off the gloves. Sam wanted to see him. All of him. Especially the beautiful metal of his vibranium arm. 

Usually whenever Sam fawned over Bucky’s arm, he would scoff and roll his eyes, but the smile he would look away to try and hide was never lost on Sam. Sam always made sure that Bucky knew it didn’t bother him. Sam loved all of him, physically and mentally and emotionally. Bucky loved Sam the same way. And today was the day for them to truly show it.

Bucky swept his eyes over Sam, drinking in the man he loved as if it was the first time all over again. Had this day really come? He didn’t think it ever would. That he would ever get the chance to have this kind of celebration with someone. But here he was. Being with Sam had given him all kinds of surprises and new experiences that he never thought he would ever have. That he never thought he would deserve.

And even now, he’ll admit that he still doesn’t fully believe that he deserves Sam or his love. But something he’d come to learn from this past year with him is that whether or not someone is deserving of a certain love is not up to them, but to the one giving the love in the first place. And someway, somehow, Sam decided that Bucky was worthy of his love and affections. And Bucky feels that he may always be amazed by that.

Sam walks over and steps in front of Bucky now. The ceremony was about to start. And right then, hand in hand, eyes nowhere but each other, they poured their hearts out to their beloved. Vows to love, cherish, and forever care for the man in front of them. Sweet words spoken straight from the heart. And then finally, sealed with a beautiful kiss, their union was complete. Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson were one.

A/N: Sooooo, what do we think, guys?? This was my first ever SamBucky story thingy, so I hope you guys like it!! I’m honestly really proud of it. I haven’t proofread yet because my laptop is dying and I just wanted to get this out before tomorrow so that I can focus on updating Irresistible for thanksgiving for you guys!! I’ll probably look through things tomorrow. Should I do more SamBucky stories?? Should I continue this one?? Lemme know what you think!!

[babygirl-diaz]

We've read SamBucky meets Young Bucky and SamBucky meets Young Sam, now imagine Young Sam meets Young Bucky, that'll be legendary lmao

((Hey, anon! I hope this finds its way to you. I basically wrote this as crack. Hope you like it!))

***

“Buck?” Sam asked as he answered the phone. “You must be a mind reader because I was just about to call you. I have a big problem!”

“I have a big problem!”

Their same declaration surprised Sam, but Bucky’s problem couldn’t be as big as his, so he said as much, “I’m sure my problem is bigger than yours.”

“Yeah, don’t be so sure. Because I have an enormous problem.” Bucky huffed.

“Wait… Are we still talking about our problems?” Sam asked when he realized their conversation may have deviated to a very different route.

“Look, Sam, I don’t have time for this. You need to get to New York. Stat.” Bucky practically ordered, making Sam frown.

“I can’t,” Sam replied.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Bucky asked with an edge in his voice.

“I have a… house guest,” Sam replied as he turned around and looked at said guest, who was currently tied to the dining room chair. No, that’s not how Sam normally treated his guests, but this was an exception.

“A house guest? You are such a liar,” Bucky scoffed.

“You don’t have to believe me but it’s the truth.”

“Who is it?” Bucky asked.

“I can’t tell you that. You wouldn’t believe me if I did,” Sam replied and his own voice sounded nervous to him.

“Trust me, after what I’ve seen today, I’d believe in unicorns if you told me they existed,” said Bucky.

The line went quiet for a few seconds, and Sam wondered if Bucky had hung up. He had to admit; he was getting a little worried about his friend. “Bucky?”

“Fine, I’ll come to D.C. Give me a couple hours.” With that, Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything.

“Hello? Bucky?” Sam called out. “Dammit,” he mumbled under his breath.

Sam turned to his tied-up “house guest” and frowned at him. Said house guest was currently struggling in the chair. Sam walked over to the chair and slowly removed the duct tape from his mouth and the man glared at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yelled. “Free me right now!”

“Not until I figure out who--- what you are,” Sam replied.

“I am YOU!” the man replied. Well, he was more like a kid. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“How is that possible?” Sam asked, “You are clearly some kind of--- shapeshifter!”

“Shapeshifter? They don’t exist!” The kid scoffed. He then released a deep breath and said, “Look, I know this is crazy--”

“That’s an understatement”

The kid pointedly ignored him, “--BUT I think I somehow ended up in the future. I mean, look at you, you’re old.”

“Excuse you!” Sam balked.

“I mean, you’re older than me…”

“How are you so chill about this?”

“You’re freaking out enough for the both of us,” the kid replied.

***

It took Bucky a little more than a few hours to get there.

“Well, about damn ti--” Sam said, opening the door, but stopped mid-sentence when he saw Bucky wasn’t alone.

Sam’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes widened when he saw the person beside Bucky. “What the fuck?” Just like Sam, there was a younger version of Bucky standing right in front of him.

Young Bucky pushed Buck aside and got in front of him. “Hey there, doll. I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can me Bucky,” young Bucky introduced himself and held out his hand in front of him.

Dumbfounded, Sam took his hand and shook it, but young Bucky held his hand for a little longer than necessary, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he kissed the top of his hand.

Behind him, Bucky let out a groan.

“Seriously? Do you flirt with everything on two legs?” Bucky asked, sounding exasperated.

“I don’t discriminate, Metal Man,” young Bucky replied

“Metal Man?” Sam raised an eyebrow

“He’s part Metal, part Man, so Metal Man,” young Bucky told him excitedly

“Wow, you really gave that a lot of thought,” Sam said sarcastically.

“Ha! I like y--” young Bucky stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened almost comically like a cartoon character. “Whoa,” he blinked at something behind Sam, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he hip-checked him out of the way and invited himself into his apartment.

Sam turned around to find young Bucky carefully approaching young Sam.

“I think I’m in love,” he announced.

“What is happening?” Bucky asked. “Is that--”

“Yep, that’s the younger version of me,” Sam replied, looking at the kid in his military uniform.

“Shit… what is happening here?” Bucky asked again. “Where did they come from?”

“Hell if I know,” Sam replied.

Young Bucky was now on one knee in front of young Sam and staring up at him.

Sam could only see his younger self, who was staring back at young Bucky like he had hung the moon for him. And he suddenly seemed to have forgotten that he was tied to a chair.

“Hi,” young Sam whispered.

“Hi,” young Bucky replied. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky." He introduced himself but this time there wasn’t any flirtatiousness in his voice.

“I’m Samuel Thomas Wilson, but you can call me Sam.”

“Sam,” young Bucky repeated the name like he was testing it out. “You’re beautiful, Sam.”

Young Sam shyly looked down and bit down on his lips. “You’re not too bad-looking yourself,” he said.

“Sweetheart, do you have a dame or a fella in your life?” He asked.

“Dame or fella?” Sam whispered to Bucky, who just stood there stoic, not saying a word.

“No, I’m single,” young Sam replied. “I mean, this one guy just asked me out, but I was plucked from my timeline and thrown here before I could go on said date.”

“Well, I thank whatever god is out there for that,” said young Bucky. “I would have been really heartbroken if you were taken.”

“Why?” young Sam asked and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Because I think I may be in love with you.”

“What?!” Sam screeched

“Excuse me?!” Bucky asked at the same time.

Both Sam and Bucky looked at each other and rolled their eyes before turning back to the two young versions of themselves.

“I think I might reciprocate those feelings,” young Sam replied, much to Sam’s surprise. He doesn’t remember being this naïve and a complete dumbass.

“Great, they’re in love,” Buck grumbled beside him.

“They’re not in love… they’re just dumb kids,” Sam huffed.

“Which asshole tied you up like this?” Young Bucky asked as he untied Sam

“Him,” young Sam nodded towards Sam.

Young Bucky turned around and glared at him. “How dare you tie up the love of my life?”

“The love of your life?” Sam almost choked.

“Yes, Sam here is the one I have been looking for my whole life.” Bucky took young Sam’s hands as he stood up from the chair and the two of them stared at each other with love and awe. And then they were kissing...

Sam wasn’t sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but soon they were all over each other, kissing like they were two drowning men, holding onto each other for dear life.

“And now they’re kissing,” Bucky commented beside him.

“Wow, thanks for the commentary, Buck. I, of course, can’t see for myself that they’re kissing,” Sam scoffed.

“What do we do about them?” Bucky asked, clearing his throat.

The longer they kissed, the more awkward Sam felt, standing next to his best friend, who he most definitely didn’t want to kiss.

The two kids pulled apart from the kiss, but stayed close to each other and giggled like a couple of schoolgirls. They were whispering something to each other that Sam couldn’t hear.

“Have you ever thought about--” Sam didn’t finish his thought.

“About kissing you?” Bucky finished it for him. “Yes, I have.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Sam asked.

“Didn’t want you to kick my ass,” Bucky replied.

That made Sam chuckle. “I wouldn’t have kicked your ass. Not for that, anyway.”

Soon Bucky’s metal hand found its way to Sam’s, and he took it and intertwined their fingers.

Young Bucky and young Sam were kissing again and Sam suddenly had the urge to kiss his own Bucky. Their young versions soon pulled away and took each other’s hands before coming over to Sam and Bucky.

“We have decided that Sam is coming with me back to my timeline,” young Bucky informed them.

“Uh no, he’s not,” Sam replied. “You don’t exactly come from a tolerant time.”

“I have to agree with Sam,” Bucky chimed in.

“Fine! Then Bucky is coming with me,” young Sam huffed.

“He can’t,” Bucky told him. “He’s not from this universe.”

“What?!” Sam asked.

“He comes from a universe where Peggy Carter became the Captain, not Steve.”

“What the hell?” Sam blinked at young Bucky. A person from a whole other universe. That was crazier than his younger self coming here from the past.

“Wait, you’re friends with Captain America? You’re that Bucky Barnes?!” Young Sam asked, surprised.

“No, that’s him,” Sam said, pointing at his Bucky.

Young Sam completely ignored him and grinned at Bucky. “That’s the coolest thing ever. My boyfriend is a famous historical figure.”

“Your boyfriend?” Bucky, Sam’s Bucky, choked.

And then young Sam and young Bucky were kissing again.

“Wait till he finds out that you’re Captain America,” Bucky chuckled.

Sam glared at him in return. “We’re not telling them anything. We don’t know what the repercussions will be!”

Young Sam and young Bucky were so lost in each other that they didn’t even hear Sam and Bucky talking about them. The young ones finally pulled apart to catch a breath.

“I’m not going anywhere without him,” young Sam adamantly told him and took young Bucky’s hand again.

“I’m not going anywhere without him either,” added young Bucky. “I believe I was sent here to meet the love of my life.”

“He is not the love of your life,” Sam sighed. “You’re kids. How old are you again?”

“I’m 20!” Young Bucky replied.

“I’m 18,” said young Sam. “We’re not kids.”

“Metal Man and Not Sam--”

“Hey! I am Sam.” Sam glared at him.

Young Bucky smirked “Metal Man and Not Sam, you are going to figure out how to keep us together.”

“What?” Bucky and Sam asked at the same time.

“You’re gonna figure out a way to keep us together because if you don’t then we’ll just stay here and mess up your timeline,” young Sam added.

“This is a nightmare. This cannot be real,” Sam said, horrified.