#seniors razz

[dadbodbuck]

fuck it friday

quite literally from my buck 1.0/118 tommy fic titled "fuck my face, closet case"

And, really, Tommy should have known better. Two weeks after he kisses a man for the first time—like he means it, hidden and lonely in a gay club in WeHo where Tommy knows nobody will find him—that’s when God decides he’s had enough of a good thing and sends him Evan Buckley.

Evan walks into the firehouse all nervous energy hidden behind a blinding smile, and a little voice in the pit of his stomach whispers, oh, that’s trouble. The others razz him a little for being late, and he squawks, the tension melting from his shoulders. Tommy’s brain goes a little fuzzy. Evan is hot—lean, long legs, almost as tall as Tommy and bright like the sun.

“—and this is Tommy Kinard, who’s leaving us in six months, so don’t get too attached,” Chimney introduces, snapping Tommy back to reality. Tommy doesn’t get up, just reaches out a hand for Evan to shake. He hopes he can play it off as cool. Evan’s hand in his is warm, firm, and Tommy thinks about what those fingers would feel like in—

Nope. No, no, no sir. Tommy shuts that line of thinking down very quickly, which becomes much easier when Evan starts talking.

“Retiring?” he asks, tilting his head like a dog trying to figure out a puzzle. Tommy needs to be so careful.

“Moving to Harbor,” Tommy corrects, “I was a pilot in the Army. Turns out, they’d love to have me over at Air Support. Nash just couldn’t bear to say goodbye.”

“He’ll be here for your probationary period,” Bobby adds, “We were short-staffed after an… unexpected departure, so it’s just best for the team if he stays until you’re trained up. In fact, I’ve partnered the two of you together, since he’s our most senior firefighter. He’ll be mentoring you.”

An easy (Flirty? No, Kinard. Down, boy.) smile stretches across Evan’s face. “Well, I’m sure you’ll teach me everything I need to know.”

And really, that should be that. Tommy should let it go, and get as far away from Evan as he can, but of course, it can’t be that easy.

No, because Bobby had to make them partners. Tommy is staring down the barrel of six months with this eager, genuine, pretty as sin man, who is almost certainly straight, and Tommy might need to quit while he’s ahead. 

[pekoehoneyncream]

Sergeant John Soap MacTavish Headcanons

Part One

Words: 790~

TW: None (sfw)

Part Two

I think I accidentally gave Soap the most headcanons.

Enjoy!

John isn't Soap's first-name. Well it is, but it's his second first-name. So it's completely legal for him to go by and to have marked down as his first-name on his papers. Soap's mother, Oighrig Mactavish, is a proud Scottish woman who gave all her children Scottish names.  Soap's name is actually Coinneach John MacTavish. 

None of Soap's siblings have a second first-name, but as the first born boy Soap was named for his dad, John MacTavish, who was named after his own father. So technically, Soap is John MacTavish the third. Only Price knows that John isn’t Soap’s only first name.

Soap is the second eldest of the six MacTavish children. The first born was Iseabail, then one year later Coinneach John, then two years later Eilionoir and Donella the twins, then three years later Artair, then one year later Maighread.

Soap was raised with the hard rule that you don't start eating until everyone's sat to the table, you've said grace, and even then only after the head of the house (growing up this was usually his Grandad) has had their first bite. 

In service he subconsciously followed this habit by waiting until after the person of the highest rank at his table started eating, or the person of the most seniority if they're all the same rank. | Ghost hates this because if Price sits down after them, Soap will automatically stop eating until Price starts, and at breakfast Price tends to sip his way through half his morning cuppa before he starts to eat. Ghost originally tried reminding Soap to eat, but it was blatantly obvious Soap felt so dispolite and guilty eating first that Ghost started demanding (silently glaring and kicking shins) Price start eating instead. 

Soap does still say grace as well, but after some razzing he's gotten very subtle about it. No head bowing or closed eyes or clasped hands. Just a pause after he sits down to mentally recite the prayer, then he crosses himself, and he's good to go. 

Oighrig Mactavish, Soap's Ma, was the oldest of her siblings while her husband, John MacTavish, was the youngest of his. John MacTavish's parents have long since passed of old age, while John MacTavish himself died of a heart attack shortly after Maighread was born. | After her husband died Oighrig’s Parents, Soap's Grannie and Grandad, invited her to bring her family down to come live on the family property with them. | Oighrig's family all hail from Uibhist a Deas(South Uist) and are very proud of their Scottish heritage.

Soap's first language is actually Gaelic, along with all his siblings. It was the primary language spoken in the house while he was growing up.

When Soap first got accepted into service his Grannie got him a rosary. With the beads made of rose petals and the cross of real silver. She even got it blessed at their church. Soap only ever takes it off to shower.

Soap is really good at picking things up and learning on the fly. When he puts his mind to something he finds it easy to learn new skills. Is it the adhd hyperfixation? Probably. This man has so many random skills and abilities, he never runs out of weird party tricks. 

Has the weirdest luck. The team has made it a rule that if they’re playing a chance based game everyone else gets to have an ‘Honest try’ before Soap goes, because it's guaranteed that he’ll win it within five tries. | However, he is also the most likely to have innocuous shit go wrong. Visiting a base? The ceiling over Soap’s bunk drips. He’s trying to wash his clothes? The washing machine breaks and traps all his clothes inside. Trying to season his food? The cap falls off the shaker. 

Very particular about his personal bubble. | With strangers: he doesn't like any sort of contact. He's absolutely fine chatting with them, but does not want them in his bubble. | With acquaintances and people he knows he's going to get to know(new teammates, friends of friends, and the like): it's fine if he reaches out, but when they try to initiate touch with him first it gets his hackles up, makes him uneasy and uncomfortable. It pokes at his hindbrain and makes him feel like they’re currying his favor for something. Which is most often false, but he can't help it. | With friends and partners: he has no sense of personal space and loves being tactile.

Soap can throw it back. He knows how to twerk, whine his hips, body-roll, grind, and drop it low. That white boy can dance. This is 10% his older sister Iseabail being a bad influence, 40% bored fidgeting giving him weirdly good muscle control, and 50% him teaching himself thirst-trap dances off the internet. Gaz and he will have little dance parties in the 141's kitchenette, or anytime they're waiting on something really.

Thank You For Reading!

Yes, I made Soap the ultimate Scot. Activision said let's make a scot and gave him an accent, I'm giving him everything he deserves. I'm not trying to make him a caricature, but he is a fictional character, so ╮(^-^ )╭

PekoeHoneynCream's Masterlist

[midnightrings]

"Kenny - that was his name. My first. Remember, you asked? Eleventh grade … played on the tennis team together. That paperweight you saw in my apartment - I was with Kenny when he picked it up on our senior trip. Sweet Kenny ... he loved beautiful things. The other boys razzed him about it pretty bad. And that’s when I started putting distance between us. I guess that you could say I deserted him […] Tim - I would like to come up to your room. I want to hold you tonight."

[princess-glassred]

Idk how this would happen but Imagine if somehow when the losers were kids, Richie gets into some kind of Big esque reverse 13 going on 30 scenario and just wakes up one day in his adult 40 year old body while it's still 1989. You expect him to freak out and have a crisis but no, richie lowkey likes being old cause he has an excuse not to go to school.

He smacks his head on the clubhouse ceiling and can barely fit in the stupid hammock anymore because of his long ass legs. All his friends try to razz on him for having body hair now but richie is like "i know! Its awesome! Im like a sasquatch!". Even though the body is only 40 Richie is still just a kid so hes acting like hes elderly, he even asks Bev if she thinks he can get senior discounts in this body. All of the losers have to beg him to please stop wearing shorts and put on some fuckin jeans. Richie tries getting beer now that he's but its so awkward "i'd like to get some beer." "Uh ok, what brand?" "...beer." "is this your first day being alive or something?".

Because he's a whole ass adult he can scare Henry with how tall and strong he is, so one day when they're in public bathroom he just comes out of the stall and scares the absolute crap outta him. In order to stop people from asking why a 40 year old is hanging out with a bunch of preteens so he says "They're my kids. All of them. I fucked all their moms.". For a while richie was just walking around in his kid clothes even though they didn't fit him at all and looked ridiculous on him, until Bill stole some of his dads clothes and gave them to him. Sometimes adult men will hit on Richie and he literally doesn't know how to respond, especially cause no women hit on him at all. Belch huggins dad gives him his phone number and he doesn't know how to feel about that. Eddie comes out of this entire richie situation with his taste in men totally changed forever.

Don't worry though, the whole thing wears off eventually 😉

[paperbackribs]

A Tarnished Copper Boy (27) | A03 Fic tags: time travel, friends to lovers, slow burn

Max looks up from contemplating the pieces in her hand and takes in the black bandana tied over Eddie's hair and the neat little moustache he’d drawn over his lip.

“What are you supposed to be?” She half-laughs and Eddie takes the sound as a personal win.

He hasn’t pushed it, but he’s made a point to greet Max and her mom, and Steve continues to send him over with cookies; between it all, Max has come to the conclusion that he only deserves about a third of the scorn he’d earned at their first meeting.

He playfully settles into a sword-fighting stance with one hand covering his left eye. “I’m a scurvy pirate, lass,” he growls and Max rolls her eyes, but he fancies he sees a glimmer of amusement rising at the back of them.

“You’re hopeless,” she says, “And if you’re going to do that why don’t you just wear an eye patch.”

Eddie drops his arm after one last roll of his wrist in the air, “Nah, the elastic will drive me crazy all day. Anyway, I think the ‘stache carries the same dapper air.”

Max walks over and bins the wheel into her trashcan, “Well, those that can’t grow, draw.”

“Oh, hardy fucking har, Red,” Eddie grumbles, crossing his arms and annoyed since Steve had razzed him about something similar, leaning against the bathroom door frame and heckling Eddie as he carefully drew with eyeliner in the mirror reflection. “I can grow a moustache.”

“Sure, you can. A super senior like you, it’d be embarrassing otherwise.” She ignores him flipping her the double bird with his best pirate scowl and eyes his van, “Give me a ride?”

Chapter27

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[upontherisers]

oc introduction: straighten up and fly right

masters of the air has unfortunately woven itself into the very fiber of my being and the girls are writing themselves at this point. i’m not going to call it a fic yet, but i will be writing for my mota OCs under the title of Straighten Up and Fly Right. i’d like y’all to meet the women of thorpe abbotts (and beyond) circa 1943. more are on their way.

The Air

1st Lt. May Vera West, 23, of Upper Marlborough, MD - Bombardier, Gin’s Joint

Please, call her Vera. Klutzy in a way that makes the fact that she’s still alive a miracle. It’s a wonder she got through training. Gets caught in a lot of awkward moments. Nervous but not anxious. Mousy, energetic. A quick thinker and a rule follower—not an insubordinate bone in her body.

Cpt. Virginia “Ginny” Franklin, 25, of Seattle, WA - Command pilot, Gin’s Joint

Sly talking, suave blonde bombshell with a face for the pictures. Chews gum in a way that’ll make your heart pound. Hell of a pilot. College girl. Loves her “sisters” (her crew) and every woman under her command. Quite friendly but not to the British. Can and will charm every CO out of worrying about the competency of her crew. Very laid back, a little (a lot) messy.

1st Lt. Mahalia Summerton, 24, of Ypsilanti, MI - Pilot, Blue Baby

Only daughter of a Ford factory worker and church secretary. Worked her way through college and into a pilot’s license. Chooses fighter planes over the big birds once she joins up and leads her own squadron of Red Tails in Italy. No-nonsense and aloof to strangers, protective once she opens up. Bold.

The Ground

Hazel Keene, 23, of Akron, OH - Secretary to the Air Executive

Affable and effective, and good at getting a lot out of people while keeping her own cards tight to her chest. Came over to England with Bucky, making her one of the more senior staffers on base. Is one of those people who can find whatever you're looking for within a few seconds while you looked for over an hour.

Lola Rosales-Mooreland, 19, of Presidio, TX - Clubmobile hostess

Small town banker’s daughter making her way into the wide world, wielding her miraculous medal against temptation and tragedy with less and less efficiency. Tries not to be a goody two shoes but can’t quite break the habit of trusting blindly in authority. Loves to dance. Sweet tooth.

Roberta “Bobbie” Chambers, 24, of Arlington, VA - Clubmobile hostess

An Army brat who runs her Clubmobile like a world-class regiment. Doesn’t accept any less than the best and doesn’t accept excuses. Tries to instill a sense of purpose into her girls beyond quaint patriotism; donuts can win the war and by God it’ll be hers that will. Will never admit how much she likes dancing. A morning person. And it's Bobbie, not Roberta.

Sgt. Dellarose Williamson, 21, Detroit, MI - Mechanic 

Knows machinery better than most people know themselves. There’s no such thing as a lost cause, just a thing that needs a little love. Brushes off every slight about her height with a bright smile and dimples that make you feel bad about razzing her. Has a busy mind that can run away from itself sometimes. Runs on three hours of sleep and a strong black coffee.

[thewanderingmask]

brain dump time

the other morning i accidentally workshopped a cartoon story concept

i already have too many story concepts

i have no plans to do anything with it

i am putting it here now

-

THE PREMISE: Cartoon bad guy squad. Team rocket style Evil organization. we focus on a branch office made of embarrassments who are extra bad at this

They wanna prove themselves to the big boss and the rest of the organization. (Extra big team rocket energy there) They’re in some unimportant outpost in a random city and they get no support. Their base is some crappy hole. They never even meet the heroes.

Team is 2-3 squad members who are fucking goons and a middle manager who actually has some skills and takes things seriously

Goon A "Audrey": feral.

Goon B "Basilisk": fancy.

Goon C "Clint": mad scientist

The manager seems competent because he’s serious but actually isn’t super good at being in charge. gets easily wound up, that kind of thing

They get cartoon tools and ray guns and mostly fuck up with them or use them on each other

Squad starts with 2-3 goons then they gain a new one later

The new one is a nepo baby who really wants to be evil and got shoved out here because like the others they’re a goddamn embarrassment and this is a way to keep them out of trouble

Turns out they’re actually really good at being Evil with a capital E. something no one else on this squad has the stomach for

I think a season arc would be the nepo baby coming in and getting razzed by the og squad who are relishing the power of seniority until they get shown up. then they want the new guy gone. Then nepo baby reveals they’re actually Evil beyond cartoon goon squad boundaries and stage a coup on the manager. The goons follow along because well this new guy IS real competent so they’re finally gonna get recognized and respected and also nepo baby scares them

But it turns out none of the goons have the stomach to do something like murder a kid when ordered to, and they realize oh no with a competent boss they have to do real work, and really maybe they just liked screwing around and posturing the way things were before

So they have to team up with a washed up good guy to save their imprisoned manager and take down their genuinely evil new boss

Washed up good guy is one of those characters who betrayed the good guy team but lived to regret it so now he hides out here in nowhere town and depressions his way through the days

Lives in a run down trailer, avoids human contact, still gets some hate when he’s occasionally recognized

Anyway the baddies go to him because they decide they need a good guy to fight a real villain and he’s all there is within bus fare distance

They get him on board with helping by being idiots who will clearly die without help

Also he wants an act of redemption because he lost everything by betraying his original team and now he just really wants people to stop hating him

So he tells them how villains usually fuck up: by having plans with poor logistics or by getting emotionally involved and not thinking logically. ...These are both things our main character goons do, but the new villain doesn’t. So the only other thing villains do that leads to their downfall is underestimate their opponents. Usually some kind of power of friendship thing because villains don’t have friends. The protagonists try the power of friendship in a test run. It doesn’t work.

Ex hero eventually has an epiphany that yes these people suck at everything they're typically ASKED to do, but they have weird unique strengths in specific areas. So it’s about using those. like the power of hair care and makeup can be used to make disguises, feral brute strength can work if aimed at the right wall to break down.

They make a plan to rescue their old manager using these tactic and despite looking like a disaster it actually goes as planned. They get him out. Originally they are just planning on running away forever now but the manager, who incidentally has real injuries from his imprisonment, says there’s a worse plan happening that’ll kill the whole town for Real

And the team is originally still going to run away actually

But for ENTIRELY SELFISH REASONS they eventually realize how much they don’t want that to happen

Goon A is territorial, goon B’s arbitrary personal code is offended, manager has a bone to pick and a chip on their shoulder, and the ex hero still wants to do something that’ll get him back in with the heroes

So they make their plan and it’s one of those situations where it seems like it’s working right up until they reach the macguffin at which point the bars drop and the lights come on to show the villain, who has correctly estimated all of them. And He let them get this far because he thought it would be funny

you know, to crush them

and i think the third goon, mad scientist goon C, was the most ambitious and seemingly the most reasonable. and when the villain mutiny'd on the manager, C was the one who bowed their head and joined him

so the villain totally monologues about how he correctly summed up everyone and their critical faults, because again, it's fun to crush these people. and how the villain didnt want them to just run away and live, because then he couldnt kill them in front of C. because C still cares about the others. so he fed the manager info on his plan and let them break the guy out. and now hes gonna kill everybody with his macguffin plan and he knows C wont do anything to stop it, because they're too selfish to defy him. and the villain just wanted to hurt them all one more time before killing them (except C, whose reward for betraying his team is to live having watched them die)

anyway so then C shoots the villain with a gun

then theres a showdown and at the climax all the goons unite, and some kinda thing happens where theres a glimmer of power that flows through them and protects them from a fatal blow, and no one except the ex good guy notices the and goes "wait, is that-" and then the manager punches the villain in the face

then the superweapon laser death beam is about to go off and while theyre arguing over where to point it they accidentally set it to blow up the building theyre in

so everybody books it and the last thing the villain does, as he's left to bleed out on the floor of an exploding building, is stare up in disbelief and then just start laughing at the absurdity as the whole place goes up

in the epilogue, the team manage to fucking lie about everything that happened to the main office. this flies at the exact same time as their stuff was happening the heroes attacked and defeated the high council so now the power structure is in shambles

so they basically get told "whatever just stay there and dont cause any trouble"

so as far as theyre concerned its back to business as usual, which is all they wanted in the first place

pushing over old ladies and kidnapping small dogs

stealing candy from a literal baby

getting their asses beat by literally any given random citizen

stealing things

getting wacky machinery and misusing it

everybody just agrees unspokenly to pretend nothing happened with C

the manager is back in charge and wants the ex hero to help them. ex hero says no way i only helped because i wanted the good guys to want me again. but also he keeps getting roped in from then on. the goons just start Showing Up at his place and raiding his fridge

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so yeah

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

Cliiiiiiiiiive!!!!!! What's your favorite kind of berry?????? What kind do your pokémon like?????????

Me, personally, I am quite the fan of Bluk berries and Razz berries! They match my refined Galarian palate--nah, I'm kidding. I just like them.

Oran... I'll let you take a wild guess. Apart from Oran berries, though, he likes just about everything. Beleth's a fan of Aguav berries. Can't say I understand, myself. Megaera loves anything with spice, quite similarly to Senior Academy Director the Gyarados. Boolong has a sweet tooth, and Tolkien would probably sink his teeth into a lemon if he could. We settle on Payapa berries.

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Evan snort-laughs, glancing at Doc “I should show her that, she’ll be so done with me- yeah my friend got startled and reacted, she didn’t mean to stun you unconscious” he chuckles, writing something down on his clipboard

“But, I do gotta ask, is there a reason why you were so close to our home?” He asks, eyes looking a lot sharper where he was writing on his clipboard

"Some senior Hunters told me they hide a flag around here and they wanted me to try and find it to 'hone my tracking skills'. I think I was being uh- what's the word, razzed? No, that thing frat boys do.... initiation? No, uh..."

[roosterbruiser]

As a liberal arts major I absolutely need some Faye and Bob hijinks. I do if I’m projecting when I say that I feel those two would make it a habit to lovingly torture their profs. Or maybe they’re the quiet kids? I just started my semester this past week and it’s already kicking my ass.

and as an English major, I would absolutely agree that we need Faye and Bob hijinks!!

and girly, I also started my semester last week and I am also getting my ass kicked!! we are all in this together and I BELIEVE IN YOU!! you can do this!!

canonically, they met their senior year and I feel like there would be a mutual sadness that they didn't have more time together! but I can see a situation happening where Bob was way, way too shy his freshman year to do a bunch of the traditions freshman were supposed to do. for example, maybe all freshman are supposed to swim in a fountain on campus after dark. it's not technically allowed, but everyone does it. and when Faye hears that Bob hasn't done this, she's like, "oh, Bobby. you're in for a treat."

and she makes Bob go to campus with her in the middle of the night--they're both still in their day clothes and he's so nervous about being caught that he is nonstop chattering about jail time for trespassing. she gets in first, dunking herself while she's fully dressed and he watches from the sideline completely overcome with anxiety. but then she promises that everything will be okay and he finally get comfortable enough to put his glasses aside and hop on in! and what do you know? they have so much fun together! and they don't get caught, much to Bob's relief!

I feel like Bob was socially awkward in college so he didn't make a whole lot of friends in all of his classes. but becoming friends with Faye really opened his world up. he's more comfortable going around campus when she's there: saving a seat for her in class, going to poetry readings in their best turtle necks, meeting at coffee shops, thrifting for books, going to bars, maybe even letting her help him get ready for some dates here and there!!

in terms of how they act in class: they're definitely their professor's favorite students. not just because they always add really insightful dialogue to whatever novel they're discussing and they've collectively never gotten anything less than an A on any assignment they've turned in, but because they're not ass-kissers. I'm projecting that their professors are kind of like my professors where they like to razz their students a little bit and are overjoyed when the students can razz them back! before he was friends with Faye, Bob was definitely the quietest kid in class who turned in great papers but never spoke. but now that he's friends with Faye, they both kick their feet up and make the professor sweat a little bit when they veer the conversation towards the homoerotic undertones of whatever classic lit book they're on.

if Bob is running late to class because Faye just reallyyyy needed that almond milk latte, Faye will stall the professor for a good ten minutes after class starts. and if Faye is ever running late because her car broke down or because she had to drop Maggie back off at the airport, Bob is more than willing to start a discussion that he knows will take the professor an eon to get the class back on track.

they are definitely the it-people of their major and are very popular within their niche little group! they're the full package for English majors: smart, nice, funny, non-pretentious.

okay I literally have to ask.........how cute would it have been if Bob and Faye were college sweethearts? ugh. be still my heart!!

[alexpeteronoja]

The Razz Guy – Nollywood Movie

A curse that impairs his capacity to speak properly is thrown upon him by an office cleaner when a senior executive who is unpleasant and condescending is given the task of managing a worldwide company merger. This movie was directed by Udoka Oyeka Cast: Lasis Elenu, Nancy Isime, Omotunde Adebowale David, Kunle Idowu, Tina Mba, Broda Shaggi, Iretiola Doyle, MC Lively Mp4 Download The Razz Guy –…

[macithemaci]

💖💖💖

Happy birthday to the prettiest pal around

[bobabobapearls]

❤️ This friendly PSA about how the elderly are so invaluable to a community yet are often neglected 😭

[razzstudies]

12.4.17 November was a doozy. Not expecting December to be any easier.

[queer-cartoons]

thinking about how i immediately gravitated towards stanning Eda, Jamack, Grunkle Stan, Shadowsan and Qrow and realising my favourite character type is just. Crotchety Adult Who Would Take A Bullet For The Child(ren) In Their Life

and then thinking about how much I love Maria Calavera, Madame Razz and Iroh and realising my SECOND favourite character type is Astonishingly Capable Senior Citizen Who Dishes Out Wisdom While Always Being the Funniest Person In The Room

and then thinking about King, Gus, Hunter, Oscar Pine, Jaune, Sokka, Dipper, Sea Hawk and Swift Wind, and realising my third favourite character type is just. BOY. LAD. SON.

[carelessannie]

Omegaverse soulmate spidershield with powers

Alrighty anon! Here’s an alternate ending to CA:Civil War, based on the post credit scenes (you can watch them here and here)

You probably wanted something cute and smutty... here’s some angst instead! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: omegaverse, angst, omega heat, strained bond and sickness, MCU canon compliant

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Steve

“Did you learn his name?"

Steve shakes himself, turning to look at Bucky in surprise, “What do you mean, Buck?"

He motions at Steve’s arm, “You haven’t left it alone since we were at the airport. I assume it’s botherin’ you?"

“No, I mean,” Steve pauses, scratching at the place where he knows his soulmate’s word is etched into his skin— red and irritated. He sighs, “I can’t go back to ‘im, and I know he’s... god, Bucky, we used to talk all the time about our words. You’d fuckin’ razz me for havin’ a soulmate from Queens. I just didn’t know it’d be like this."

Bucky tries to smile, obviously at loss for words, at loss for his own memories. He claps Steve on the shoulder with his good hand, giving him a lopsided smile, “What’re the words, punk?"

Steve’s heart lurches at their old nickname, but he just chuckles. It takes a moment to unzip his jacket and pull up his sleeve. He remembers the moment his foot made contact, threw the kid— no, his soulmate— under the jetway. He remembers the searing pain in his arm, the way the eyes of the spider mask had widened in understanding. And then he had to know, asking the kid where he was from.

“Queens. That’s all it says? Dammit, Stevie— what didja do, go around the whole borough asking people where they were from?"

Steve flushes bright. Damn Bucky. “No,” Steve insists, rubbing the single word where it glows bright and angry, “you wouldn’t let me."

Finally, a long and genuine laugh out of his friend. Steve rolls his eyes and joins in.

And later, when he’s alone in his room, planning the next move and remembering Tony’s face, Bucky’s face— Steve wishes he just knew his soulmate’s name. His mate’s name. Damn, he doesn’t even know if the kid is an Omega or not.

His instincts say yes, though. Clawing at his gut, pulling him towards the spider kid halfway across the world.

“I’ll come back to you, Queens,” he whispers, doing something he’d only ever done once— closing his eyes and kissing the word, wishing he could hold his mate close instead.

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Peter

May catches him scratching at his arm, pretending to readjust his sweatshirt as he reclines on his bed and nurses a black eye. Her eyes flick down, and he knows that she knows.

“Was it that... Steve guy?” she sits on the edge of the bed, automatically reaching for Peter’s arm.

He just nods, pulling up his sleeve to show her the glowing red and stinging words. Of all the Alphas who could be his soulmate, Peter never even considered it would be Captain America. If he were being honest, with the deliberate use of “kid” and off-handed compliment, he assumed it would be Mr. Stark. He’s still not sure if this is better.

“So I assume his arm says our address, right Pete?” she smiles, giving the red mark a gentle swipe with her thumb before pulling his sleeve back down.

“No, it...” Peter ducks his head, remembering the strain of the jetway, the shock of his soul-mark lighting up in recognition. From an impressive kick, too. “It probably just says Queens, if anything. He ran away pretty fast."

The thought brings stinging tears to his eyes, and he blinks them away. It doesn’t matter, it can’t matter. When he’d asked, Mr. Stark had been very clear that Captain America is a wanted fugitive and banned from US soil. A wave of nausea has him gagging, fighting a sudden feeling of hopelessness and guilt.

He leans into May’s side, letting her hold him close as he rides the waves of emotion and longing and aching pain. “Hey, Pete?” she murmurs into his hair, “is your soulmate an Alpha?"

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m just concerned it’s gonna throw you into presenting early, is all."

He hadn’t really thought about that. Most kids don’t present until their Junior or Senior year, so Peter wasn’t even thinking about possibly presenting early after finding his soulmate.

And later that night, after he comes stumbling in from patrol achy and sweaty, crying out for Steve as he curls up tight on his bed, he knows that May was right to be concerned. He’s empty, so empty, and devastatingly alone.

May rubs his back, brings him water, and he cries for his Alpha. He knows those strong arms would hold him close, keep him safe. He can feel a gentle kiss, placed in the center of his words, and know— half a world away— his Alpha is fighting to get back to him.