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Bucky: "Steve, remember my grandma's kitch..."
Steve: "omg that pie?! I remember EVERYTHING. Btw, Buck, I love you."
Bucky: "I know, Steve. Me too."
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It’s a real shame that we didn’t see a resolution to what happened in Civil War & won’t ever see Bucky & Tony interact again. There should’ve at least been a moment between them in Endgame so that Bucky could get absolution from Tony. No absolution, no forgiveness…I don’t even understand the significance of Civil War’s events any more. What was the point of creating enmity between these two characters if you were not gonna ever address it again?! … Russos used Bucky in Civil War just to add to the friction between Cap & Ironman and then didn’t even bother to give him a moment with Tony in Endgame. Bucky shouldn’t have been dusted. Cap was obviously not bothered by it that much in Endgame (looking at Peggy’s pic for no reason) & didn’t care when he came back! So… what was the point of dusting Bucky?! He could have had his moment with Tony in Endgame. Man I could write a book about this grave injustice.
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Yess! Winter Soldier is trending 😎
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Steve intertwining fingers with Bucky's metal arm...
a/b/o Stucky morning cuddles, uncropped version on AO3, HERE.
Inspired by @villainsexuale‘s wonderful fic Misery I Need.
"Why are you so obessed with found family?"
I watched this as a kid and internalized it for forever
Soup and Crackers
@ad1thi isn’t feeling well today and wanted some sickfic so here is some stuckony sickfic with our boys loving on tony
Steve was pretty sure when he started this whole thing that it was impossible to burn chicken noodle soup. But he’s looking now at the charred…mess of blackened stuff caked onto the bottom of the pot and he bites back a groan. So maybe he isn’t the best of cooks. He’s pretty sure he can go back in the bedroom though and fluff up some of Tony’s pillows so hopefully that’ll be enough.
“Were you trying to burn the pot?”
“Buck!” he exclaims, turning at the question. Bucky’s leaning up against the entrance to the kitchen, still in full Winter Soldier gear, which lets him know that the Quinjet must have just landed a few minutes ago. “How was the mission?”
“Fine,” Bucky says with a shrug. “JARVIS said Tony’s sick?”
“Some sort of bug. Can barely keep down water.”
Bucky pokes doubtfully at the mess in the pot. “And you were going to feed him this?”
Steve glares at the back of his head. “It was supposed to be chicken noodle soup. That’s what Ma always made anyway.”
“Right but if he’s only keeping down water, you shouldn’t be feeding him soup anyway. You’re supposed to feed him something bland. Like bread. Or crackers maybe.” Bucky turns away and strides into the pantry, calling back, “I think we’ve got saltines still.”
Steve follows him in. “I don’t remember eating crackers back when I was sick.” “You wouldn’t,” Bucky says absently, digging into the box for a sleeve of crackers. “You were mostly delirious during those times. Tony lucid?”
“Yeah. He was asleep last time I went in there but JARVIS told me a few minutes ago he was waking up.”
Bucky hums. “I’ll bet he wants cuddles then.”
Immediately, Steve perks up, the cooking disaster forgotten. “I can handle that!” he says. Tony likes Steve’s cuddles, says that he’s a much better cuddler than Bucky, whose metal arm makes for uncomfortable snuggles sometimes.
“Great,” Bucky says. “So you go handle Tony and I’ll plate the crackers and meet you both in there in a minute.”
“Plate the crackers,” Steve mutters as he heads into the bedroom. “Like he’s some sort of fancy chef.”
“Who’s a fan’y chef?” Tony slurs, struggling to sit up from the mound of blankets he’s huddled in.
Steve rushes to his side, carefully pushing him back down. “No need to get up, sweetheart,” he says gently. “Bucky’s back. He’s making you something to eat.” Tony nods, not really saying anything, which has Steve just as concerned as he was last night when he went up to bed to find Tony already there. He checks Tony’s forehead—still warm—and reaches for the thermometer to give him something more accurate, running it across Tony’s forehead, and tutting when it reads 100.3 degrees.
“You want another water bottle?” he asks as he puts the thermometer back down.
Tony blinks up at him slowly like the words are taking a while to reach his brain and then he nods. He’d had a fridge installed in the bedroom back when Steve and Bucky moved in—he claimed it was so they didn’t have to walk as far for a late night drink but Steve is pretty sure it’s for their occasional sex marathons—so he doesn’t have to go far to grab another water bottle out of the fridge. He unscrews the cap and helps Tony sit up enough to drink a little bit before he shivers hard enough that the water spills down his front.
When Tony doesn’t do more than stare down at the mess, Steve sets the bottle back down and goes into the bathroom for a towel. He hears the bedroom door close while he’s in there and when he comes back out, it’s to see Bucky sitting behind Tony, helping him eat a couple of the crackers. Steve joins them on the bed, tucking up against Tony’s side to clean him off and throwing the towel over his shoulder when he’s done.
“Yer not gon’ pick tha’ up?” Tony asks, eyes tracking the towel as it lands on the floor.
Steve shakes his head and cuddles a little closer. “Would rather stay here with you for a bit,” he says.
“Oh.” Tony turns on his side then, cuddling closer to Steve. “Yer cold.”
Steve hides his smile in Tony’s hair. “I think you’re just hot, sweetheart.”
“’m always hot.”
Bucky laughs at that before laying down as well, moving in close behind Tony to carefully drape his metal arm over Tony’s waist. “How’s that, doll?”
Tony hums happily. “Accept’ble.”
Bucky snickers and Steve gives him an amused grin.
“Glad we could help,” Steve tells him. He brushes some of Tony’s sweat-soaked hair out of his face to gently kiss his forehead. “You just rest now, sweetheart, and in the morning—”
“Reunion sex?” Tony asks hopefully.
Steve shakes his head ruefully as Bucky laughs again. “Maybe. How about we’ll see if you can keep down some soup instead?”
“Just not Steve’s,” Bucky adds.
Tony frowns and starts to say something but falls asleep before he can finish the sentence. Steve shakes his head again, fondly, and closes his own eyes, feeling the stress of the last twenty-four hours drain away with Bucky back and Tony cuddled between them.
cosmetology anon: this is for you, although I tweaked the idea a bit. i hope you don’t mind!
Acquiring Tony Stark as an Asset had been purely by chance; after all, he wasn’t planned on being in the car. He was still an insolent teenager, angry with the world and angry with his father. They didn’t think he would’ve gone to a business party.
But his mother…well. They hadn’t thought that Tony Stark was a mama’s boy.
Because there Tony is, gasping for air while glass glitters all around him, looking near about like an angel that was torn from heaven with how it surrounded him.
They had thought he was dead.
At least, up until the point when he had looked Winter Soldier dead in the eye, said “hey you fucking asshole” and got a pretty damn good shot in the thigh.
Someone on the brink of death might have tried the gun, but never the insult.
So Hydra gets a brand new toy.