#ship: buckynat
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joyfulmagic · 2 years ago
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“ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time!“ (buckynat)
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"Nat, you know me better than that," James pointed out to her, looking behind them as they ran and fired backwards with their guns, "I'd never leave you behind, not even to save my own ass," he promised her, lifting her and putting her on his shoulders so they could go at his pace while she fired at their pursuers.
"We'll get out of here together," Bucky insisted as he picked up speed.
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florateaa · 3 months ago
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Some buckynat, anyone? 👁️👁️
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burninblood · 5 months ago
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for people still struggling with this:
When Bucky and Nat first met in the Red Room, she wasn't a child. 616Natasha is born in 1928 (while 616Bucky is born in 1925), they met in the late 50's (1957/1958/1959?) when she was in her late twenties or early thirties.
That's it, that's the end of this discourse.
And yes, you can put this on twitter/X for everyone to read.
Thank you for listening.
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zorosnavigator · 1 month ago
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big sigh....it already begins, the Natasha erasure. Time to go read some good fanfic...
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yxlenas · 7 months ago
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I love how even when buckynat is broken up in the comics the eye fucking is still very intense lmao. I guess when you’ve been in love since the high watermark of Stalinist Russia it be like that
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ninawolv3rina · 1 year ago
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Them!!!
Commission for @prettyfrightfulgifts as a birthday gift for her friend!
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kayvsworld · 2 months ago
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having been avidly following your art for years i am frankly a little surprised it took this long to land on winteriron - you've been THEE bucky art person in my head for so long in addition to iron man armor extraordinaire
dflgjhlfkjh 1) thrilled to be known as a Bucky Art Person i love him so much 2) what HAPPENED. i think. was that i was VERY into tony for years and just kinda liked bucky Generally, Conceptually
and then after endgame i tripped and fell and was suddenly VERY into bucky, but the tony enjoyment was on the back burner
and then i rewatched iron man the first. in 2024 and now they're sYNCING UP THEY'RE IN SYNC THEY'RE SYNCING and i love them unfortunately they're so cute they're very cute they're really cute oh no oh god. i did not stand a chance
i've liked tonybucky art i've been like "aw listen they would get along they could be buddies" but suddenly it CLICKED and now i am losing my mind. about them. my two favourite guys..................i can't believe it.....
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one-very-small-dragon · 3 months ago
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can I talk about how I don’t think the winterwidow / Buckynat ship isn’t a good ship? For the mcu, I understand it’s quite the thing in the comics, but I don’t think it would make sense at all if it were to be incorporated. If you want to bother reading, it’s all below the line, but don’t like argue with me or something unless you’ve actually read it all. Or don’t argue with me, please, because this is my opinion and it doesn’t have to effect you.
First of all, in the comics Bucky (as the winter soldier) was brought to the red room and stuff for some reason (which makes sense, I can see HYDRA and the red room being in kahoots with each other since they are very similar) but for some reason Bucky ‘fell in love’ with Natasha? While he was there? And he’d like sneak to her room to see her and stuff, but she was “promised to another man” or whatever the story was. However. That wouldn’t make sense at all, because A) Bucky would have obviously been under heavy security and was very much brainwashed to not feel emotion at the time. B) the red room would not marry off their widows. And C) Natasha would have been wayyyyyyyy younger than him physically at the time. Like I personally just treat Bucky by his physical age or whatever, like his thirties or something, because obviously he’s way older than everyone anyway, but that’s like seriously concerning if that’s true that he fell in love with her then. And in the ca:tws movie Natasha takes about the Winter Soldier like she is also barely sure he was real, and only knew because she was shot.
like I understand that they are both very similar, yk trained assassin against their will, and yes they’re both attractive people, but I don’t like the ship for the movies. I don’t know, it just rubs me the wrong way. Even if that isn’t the backstory that would be used. I, personally, like the idea of Natasha not having a love interest at all. That’s just my opinion. It makes her character more interesting and, to me, just cool. I don’t have as much against the her and Bruce ship, I think the way the marvel movies did that was decent. But I’m also perfectly fine with her having no love interest at all. She doesn’t need a love interest. Thanks for reading this if you somehow bothered to and just remember, that this is my opinion. You can ship whatever you want (unless it’s the bee movie). I’m not stopping you, I’m not saying you’re wrong, if I didn’t explain this good enough please ask me so I can clarify. Again, the comics can do whatever and I know that the comic logic is far different from the movies, but that’s exactly why I think that ship would be bad for the mcu
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hauntsthenarrative · 3 months ago
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still pissed about how I high key got gaslit into watching mcu movies bc of winterwidow and they aren’t even fucking CANON in mcu 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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buckymilf · 1 year ago
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*bucky standing next to a female character*
dudebros: omg new ship 😍
*bucky almost sucking steve off on screen*
dudebros: why can't two guys be just friends
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wherethesunsails · 2 years ago
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relationship dynamic: “I want to be the blood on your hands”
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ravenromanova · 1 year ago
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My favorite couples 🖤❤️
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burninblood · 1 year ago
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there are times when I... when I cling to the hope that someday you and I...
I know. me too.
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nightmareinfloral · 1 year ago
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buckynat ‼️‼️
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nocek · 2 months ago
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Deadfang walked so that poolverine can run 🫡 (ik poolverine came first before comments say anything. )
The vamp mig and were Logan art perfectly captures the difference dynamics. Love ur art!
You dear anon, you get it! And also I love you :D
I mean I made this joke because on surface level it fits but then I started thinking and I guess I got myself into another crack ship? Or is that just growth xD
Anyway right now I have a nice doodle with the three of them coming up. I just need to finish editing the photo. I really like how Logan looks there.
Also I have a 4 page comic coming up but it will take more time because it requires backgrounds 😨 Because I got into thinking that both Logan and Miguel are kinda similar in being grumpy assholes that are very tsundere about the fact that deep down they have muschy heart of gold :D so I felt Wade would want them to bond over that so it's about dates in their natural habitats. It's obviously a disaster but also kinda works xD
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snowangeldotmp3 · 2 years ago
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who the hell is robin?
(the winter soldier robin au)
(this is a mini au featuring platonic stobin and ronance! for reference; robin is the winter soldier, steve is the captain, nancy is the black widow. @suwunnysideup is the reason this exists, we got to talking abt it and i couldn't stop thinking abt it.)
They’re in broad daylight. In downtown Hawkins. Steve pants, body aching after receiving a blow from the metal arm. Nancy runs alongside him as they stare at the mysterious figure in all of the smoke and rubble. As the smoke clears, Steve catches a glimpse of a blonde bob, a familiar blonde bob. Is that…? She’s alive!  A smile spreads like wildfire across his face. Nancy hangs back, squinting to see who it is. She grabs Steve’s arm, briefly holding him in place, “Steve,” she says, voice low, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Steve yanks his arm free of her grasp, ignoring her warning. He gets closer to the blonde fringe, coughing through the smoke. The blonde begins to turn, and the reflection of sunlight on the metal arm nearly blinds him. His smile drops, a hard lump forming in his throat. He tries hard to swallow past it, forcing himself to speak. “Robin?” he gasps, tears brimming in his eyes and a sickening, lurching feeling in his stomach.
The blonde turns around, and Steve hears Nancy utter a soft oh my god–like a prayer. It’s her. It’s Robin! She’s alive! Oh my god. 
Except she does not recognize them. Steve can see it in the way her eyes remain emotionless, dead. But, he thinks, and maybe he’s just a little too hopeful, he thinks that when he said her name, something registered in her eyes. It’s quickly replaced though, as her eyebrows furrow, fully facing him as she says, “Who the hell is Robin?” She draws the handgun from it’s holster and aims it straight at Steve. His best friend is gone. 
Maybe not, he thinks, maybe she’s still in there.  And it’s foolish and silly and full of hope, but he knows she’s in there. How does he know? She hesitated.
(Later, when Robin is sitting on the chair of the dreaded, but routine, memory wipe machine, sitting in silence as they routinely fix her arm, pieces of her (?) memory resurface. She looks to one of the Russian guards. “That man in the middle of town,” she starts, her own voice surprising her, “who...who was he?”
“You met him earlier, on a different mission.”
This does not convince Robin. No, she thinks. Her voice hoarse from disuse surprises her once again, “I knew him…”
The guards are angry. She can tell at the way they all tense when she says this. The head guard fills her in on what she’s done, what she can accomplish. But this does not satisfy her. It is an itch that she must scratch, a scab that she must pick at. Her voice is soft, but no longer hoarse, as if the return of her memory alone has made her stronger, somehow. “But I knew him…”
This is the final straw, and she briefly hears someone shout “Prep her!”  as the rubber mouthpiece is routinely slid in her mouth and someone pushes her shoulders back, ensuring she sits properly before they place the electromagnetic plates on her skull. She clenches her teeth, waiting for the inevitable, but all she can think about before they pull the switch is; I knew him. I knew him. Don’t forget. I knew him. I knew him. I know him. 
They pull the switch, and the cycle begins again.)
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