#sam wilson the falcon

[imtryingbuck]

It’s just Jenga

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Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: playing games with some of the team causes somebody to have a meltdown.

Word count: 544

Warnings: fluff.

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The rain wouldn’t stop falling all day, and since none of you had any missions today you decided to play games minus Tony and Bruce, Tony was with Pepper and Morgan whilst Bruce had locked himself in his lab.

Monopoly was the first game you played but after nearly four hours playing it was decided that it’d be put away.

Now you guys are onto playing the second game as the rain continues to pour down.

Bucky, Steve, Nat and Wanda watch from the sidelines with bated breath as both yours and Sam’s hands slowly move around the pieces, all noticing the slight hesitation in your movements.

You look Sam dead in the eyes as the game continues to grow more intense.

“Babe stop looking at me like that it’s throwing me off” He practically whines.

“Like what bubba?”

“Like that…with them eyes”. He says gesturing with his right hand to your eyes.   

“Yeah babe don’t look at him with them eyes” Nat mocks causing everyone to laugh.

“Guys! Stop I’m concentrating”. Sam whines once again.

“Yeah come on guy stop he’s concentrating” it’s now Steve’s turn to mock your poor boyfriend.

“Babe tell them!”

“Sam baby your not helping yourself right now, please pick one so I can have a go”

“Hold on hold on, okay”. Finally - five minutes later - he picks one.

You pick the next block slowly pulling it towards you, smiling triumphantly when you succeeded.

The game continues with Sam taking his sweet time on deciding which block he wants to pick, even going as far to stand up and move around the table, crouching down with his hands behind his back.

“Sam please just pick one! It took me and Steve five minutes to finish the game” Wanda says with a huff.

“Ay! This games like doing an operation, you can’t rush it Wanda!”

“It’s just Jenga” Bucky laughs.

“Just…Jenga…roboman?”

“Sam…”

“No no no babe. According to roboman here it’s just jenga. He clearly has no love nor respect for this game in question so I’ll just pick one - see I hope your happy now”

You all have to stifle your laughs at how serious he’s taking the game. The moment he sits back down he’s gesturing to you “it’s your tu-“

The remaining pieces come falling down.

The look of pure devastation is written all over his handsome face.

“I-I-what”

The whole room fills with laughter as Sam sits their mouth opening and closing, poor baby’s speechless.

“Babe?”

"I hope it was worth it?” He say’s accusingly to Bucky.

“What are you on about?”

“Making me loose the game! Was it worth it?”

“It’s only a game Sam.”

“Was it worth it”

Bucky sits further into his chair, arms crossed and smiled “yes Sam making you loose the game was worth it.”

“Ba-babe I-I-“

You had to roll your eyes at his dramatics “come on bubba let’s get you a drink”

Getting him up and out of his seat and moving him towards the kitchen, he clings on to you.

“Did you, I can’t-I can’t be friends with him anymore”

Later that night all you hear from beside you is Sam muttering ‘it’s just jenga’ over and over, huffing each time, in his sleep. 

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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This blog was created for loving and appreciating the character of Sam Wilson.

And while for years, we have been anticipating the next time we'll get to see Anthony Mackie on screen, playing our favourite character, and proving to everyone how he IS Captain America, this is a reminder that Captain America: Brave New World has been directly called out by the BDS movement (a nearly 20 year old movement created by Palestinians), and we have been asked to boycott it in its entirety.

A zionist settler has been cast. Disney itself has donated $2 million to Israeli relief groups.

it is incredibly saddening that we won't be able to watch one of our favourite's character's long awaited film, but our interest and love for this character, and for superheroes/comics/movies as a whole, are no where near more important then standing up alongside Palestinians, and doing all we can to help them and to listen to their requests.

Join me in boycotting the film. Pirate it if you must.

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Who is This?: Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

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Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

[piouscoffeelover]

can we just talk about how sebastian freaking stan is an AMAZING actor. the way he's able to act with micro expressions but also in such a humanly way? i feel like too often the acting industry zones in on not being expressive even tho that's such a big part of the human experience. humans are FREAKING EXPRESSIVE. every bit of what we think and feel screams to be heard, to be expressed. but the industry can be so hyperfocused on micro expressions, or portraying emotions "realistically". but the thing is, some of us aren't as expressionally (as in facial expressions) or verbally expressive as others. but humans are SO expressive. they are so communicative through their faces, and physical mannerisms. through the slightest glint passing through the eyes.

and of course this would be a huge moment in bucky's life, where he's admitting his personal sin to someone he cares so so so deeply about. he's having to be honest about something he never wanted to do, something completely out of control, and say he killed his friend's son.

his friend's son, someone who saw him as james—not the charming bucky barnes, 1900s best friend, or the winter soldier. just james. a friend. a brother. a son. and sebastian perfectly nailed everything in this scene. the internal battle that can't help but break past your mask. the knitting of brows as his thoughts pour out onto his face. the shaking of his lips as he looks for the words to express the utter terror and guilt and GRIEF he has. acting is hard, it is so hard, and sebastian nailed it. like i'm not even a big sebastian stan fan, but MAN, i love him as bucky. i can't see anyone else playing him.

LOOK AT HIS EYES IN THE LAST GIF I NEED TO TAKE A LAP

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Sam’s pleasant surprise when Bucky treats you gently...

The ride back home was long and quiet... too quiet. Turning to the side, Bucky noticed that you had fallen asleep along the length of the seats opposite to Sam.

While he and Sam had their asses handed to them, you and Joaquin and had been met with an enhanced human. This ended with you suffering a broken rib when deflecting an attack that was aimed at the young soldier.

When Bucky found out he was livid so Sam took point and administered a sedative to help you rest which took hold sooner than expected.

Lifting himself off the crate he was seated on, Bucky walked over to where he had tossed his jacket aside, picking it up and then approached your sleeping form. Carefully, he placed it over your shoulders to give some added comfort, despite it missing an arm sleeve.

“You really have a heart of gold under all that brood.” Sam smirked from where he watched the small exchange.

There was a small sigh from Bucky. “Before the court-mandated therapy, Y/n was the only one I warmed up to. I owe them a lot.”

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[imtryingbuck]

Skinny Love

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Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam finds you singing Skinny Love by Birdy

Word count: 709

Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Mentions of child violence/death and child and human trafficking, sex slaves. Please do not read if the warnings makes you uncomfortable!

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“Come on, skinny love, just last the year. Pour a little salt, we were never here”

The soft melody travels through the long hallways of the compound, reaching the ears of the team minus Y/n and Sam.

“Buck go and get him” Steve instructs.

Not wasting any more time Bucky jumps up and runs straight to Sam’s office. Not caring to knock he barges straight in.

“She needs you, Sam”

Leaving his paperwork half-finished he follows his friend, his feet start to falter as soon as he hears the warm and powerful notes of her piano. He knew that the last mission of hers was rough, she told him she wasn’t ready to talk about it and being an understanding boyfriend that he is he knew she would talk to him when she was ready.

As much as he understood that she wasn’t ready to talk he just couldn’t help himself but look at the report file. Don’t judge him, he was concerned.

Bucky pats him on the shoulder, nodding to his friend and they part ways. 

“My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer”

The mission briefing report stated that there was a group trafficking women from the Middle East, they were being sold to the highest bidder as sex slaves. Y/n had worked for the FBI Human Trafficking Prosecution Unit before becoming an agent of SHIELD. So naturally Fury picked her for the job.

“Tell my love to wreck it all. Cut out all the ropes and let me fall”

However, it’s wasn’t adults that were in the warehouses but children. Despite her seeing all the bad shit that happens in this world nothing could have prepared her for what she did see.

“My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my. Right at the moment, this order's tall”

Nearly 30 little girls. All under the age of 10. In all the years she’s been doing her job she never faltered, never once had she ever had to walk away to be sick.

Only seven of these poor innocent girls survived.

“And I told you to be patient. And I told you to be fine. And I told you to be balanced. And I told you to be kind”

She made sure she was the one who took the survivors home to reunite them with their grieving families. She made sure she personally told 23 parents that their baby was no longer here.

Sam would have tried to talk her out of it, if he had known.

“And in the morning, I'll be with you. But it will be a different kind. 'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets. And you'll be owning all the fines”

Standing in the doorway of their shared suite, he watches as her fingers effortlessly move across the keyboard, hearing her usual silky voice with a tinge of husk broke his heart.

“Come on skinny love, what happened here? Suckle on the hope in light brassiere. My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my. Sullen load is full, so slow on the split”

Since she’s back home she’s been plagued by nightmares. Nightmares that would cause her to wake Sam up with her screams.

He would hold her tightly every time, reassuring her that it’s just a nightmare.

Every time his heart cracks a little bit more.

“And I told you to be patient. And I told you to be fine. And I told you to be balanced. And I told you to be kind”

Slowly walking towards her, he smiles softly when she looks up at him. Taking a seat on the empty space of the bench he leans over to place a lingering kiss to her temple.

“And now, all your love is wasted. Then who the hell was I? 'Cause now I'm breaking at the bridges. And at the end of all your lies. Who will love you? Who will fight? And who will fall far behind? Come on skinny love”

He clings to his world as she falls apart.

“My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Kate: What did you get Yelena for her birthday?

Y/N: I got her a dog.

Kate: Really? Me too!

Sam: I also got her a dog!

Bucky: Looks like we had the same idea.

Y/N: Scott, please tell me you didn’t get Yelena a dog as well.

Scott: I got her a dog!

[cuts to Yelena surrounded by dogs]

Yelena: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - 1x03 "Power Broker"

[mohish-ko]

★ I wonder if it says on his passport that he is 117 years old? ★

[enthyrea]

sometimes a dude with RBF is just daydreaming about his coworker