1940s slang

1940′s Phrases

If you’re ever wondering what kind of slang that Bucky and Steve would use, I have complied a list that I will keep updating with new terms. If you have some other phrases to add, feel free! I think it would make their dialogue (whether past or present) more believable if you use it every once in a while.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A boring party leads to jitterbug dancing.

Word Count: 1,425

Warnings: Language, 1940s slang

A/n: I am obsessed with this video so let’s have some Lindy Hop.

Originally posted by sibirr

“This is the most boring party I’ve ever been to.” You sighed, taking the last flute of champagne off a waiter’s tray. You gulped down half of it and observed the guests, they seemed to have a good time.

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded. “But at least you can get drunk.” He finished his fifth glass of whiskey, cursing his fast metabolism.

“I don’t know shit about politics, and I’ve heard their stories a thousand times. Why are we still here?”

Bucky leaned closer to you, nodding his head toward the dance floor. You cocked a suspicious eyebrow, eyeing him from the corner of your eye.

“We’re here to watch America’s favorite senior citizen break some poor girl’s toe.”

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Steve x Reader

[Name] was just lounging on the couch, flipping through blogs on tumblr via her phone. A sigh of boredom escaped her lips making her bangs fly up from her face.

The [nationality] peeked up from her phone to see Steve walk in, mumbling to himself. The curious young woman quirked a brow and shut off her phone to walk over to the mumbling blonde.

“Hey Cap.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively causing him to jump from surprise.

“Oh, hey [Name].” The Super Soldier smiled his sweet smile.

“You alright? You’ve been mumbling to yourself.” The [hair color] asked with her voice laced with concern. Her [eye color] orbs met with his cerulean blue ones.

“I’m alright [Name]. I’m just… Practicing.”

“Practicing? For what?” Now this caught your attention.

A sheepish look formed on his face as his cheeks turned a lush pink. He rubbed his nape, looking away.

“You know, all the modern stuff.. I kinda feel left behind.”

[Name] chuckled. “You kinda are..” She quickly realized what she said and started stuttering. “I mean, it’s not your fault so-” She sighed in frustration and face palmed.

Steve chuckled and ruffled her hair. Her face flushed slightly from his sign of affection. Suddenly, the young woman had an idea.

“You know Steve,” she started. “You could teach me some of the 1940’s slang so you know, we could be fair.”

He looked up, a bright look on his face. “Really? That’s going to be gas [Name]!”
He exclaimed.

A chuckle escaped [Name]’s lips. “What?”

Steve blushed again and walked a hand though his sandy blonde hair. “Oh. I meant that would be a great time.”

[Name] smiled. “I gotta admit; learning 1940’s slang is above my pay grade.” She smirked already using it.

Captain America just let out a sigh of amusement. “You know, I’ve always found you such a dreamboat.”

She didn’t exactly get the term but she knew it was a term of endearment. “Thanks Steve. How do you say this? You’re a killer-diller.”

He smiled, gingerly placing a kiss on her forehead. “Thanks cookie.”

Lets just say that this happened to be the best day of your life all because of your curiosity for the 1940’s.

I can do this all day

Pairing: PreSerum!Steve x Reader

Summary: After constantly hearing how someone was beaten up in the back of the cafe you were working almost everyday, you decide to peek in the alley, finding a defenceless boy, trying his best to keep on fighting. Inspired by the scene in CA:TFA where Bucky was trying to flirt with Peggy Carter effortleslly

Warnings: Fluff, description of violence.

Bonus!: Since I’m a sucker for angst I’m adding an alternative ending because I love shattering my own heart. So yeah, it might contain slightly angst too.

Words: 2332

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but as you can see I’m really wordy lmao. It took me a lot of time researching and applying 1940′s slang correctly, so if there are any mistakes tell me and I’ll change them.

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Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Music was playing in your local while your red nails were tapping in the table you were sitting. The place was empty, since the great depression people started to save money for more important things than having a milkshake in a cafeteria. At least mornings were fine, when big entrepreneurs or business men rushed in to get their daily coffee and leave, leaving a good amount of tip for you girls as an attempt of flirting. Of course, you demanded more than a few wrinkled dollars in a man.

“Oh no, not again.” You heard Betty groan. Without asking you knew what was happening. Screams and hits filled your ears while you rolled your eyes.

It wasn’t the first time you heard those faded sounds. Someone was receiving a good amount of punches daily, and you girls were starting to get tired of it. It scared the clients away, and you knew these days you couldn’t allow losing more money. Annoyance raising from your chest, you decided to take actions.

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Hi! Hopefully this isn't repetitive. I'm writing a novel set in the 1940's. It doesn't focus much on the wars and stuff, but basically I need anything about 40's conflicts, Psychiatric care/hospitals and methods in the 1940's, any sort of cryptozoology/paranormal history in that area of time, and any sort of boarding school info, like lifestyles and how it worked and stuff like that. If that's too much, I'm sorry. Any help in any areas that sound interesting to you are fine. :) THANK


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Ms. Powers Part 11

AN: This is a slow chapter- one of those filler chapters for background info.

Ms. Powers Part 1    Ms. Powers Part 2     Ms. Powers Part 3                         Ms. Powers Part 4    Ms. Powers Part 5    Ms. Powers Part 6

Ms. Powers Part 7    Ms. Powers Part 8   Ms. Powers Part 9                           Ms. Powers Part 10

The rest of the week was filled with training and team meetings with the Avengers crew with hanging out with Steve whenever you could. Finally it was Friday and you knew you had a busy weekend. Training the new recruits had ended early and you were off to your house to get changed and pack. “Y/N,” you turned to the voice that was running towards you.

“Afternoon Steve,” you smiled.

“Since we’re both off early I thought we could go out. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a real date.”

“I’d love that, Steve. But I have run errands around the country this weekend for the Ball. You can come with if you’d like,” you said hopefully.

“Around the country huh? Are you inviting me on our first couple road trip?”

“That depends,” you coyly replied, “are we officially a couple?” The smile on his face was contagious.

“Only if you wanna’ be my gal.”

“I’d like that. But only if you keep using 1940s slang,” you added, “it makes me feel young.” You two separated ways to go back with promise to meet back in half and hour at the runway.

“So where we going?”

You loaded your bags onto the small jet and buckled up in the pilot’s seat. “First stop, New York City.” You landed a few hours later and took a cab to your apartment on 29th Howard Street in SoHo. “Nice place,” Steve said as he sat your bags down on the floor inside the door. “It’s…ah…cozy.”

You laughed, “It’s a nice place. Bought it a while back and renovated it up. Come here a lot to be around Mary’s family or when I need a break from all the S.H.I.E.L.D crazy.”

“How many places like this do you have,” he browsed around.

“Apartments? A few here and there. I have houses in other places. Good places to lay low or get away for a while.” You picked up your bags and walked them into your room. “Pick whichever room you’d like. Once you get situated we can go to this little meat place that I’ve gone to forever. Great family runs it, they do the meat for the Ball each year we hold it.”

You unpacked and took a cab with Steve to Bassani Butchury in the older part of the outskirts of New York City. “This is it,” you took Steve’s hand and lead him inside. As soon as the bell above the door jingled you were greeted by a man’s voice, “Good afternoon. How may I help- Y/N,” he stopped upon seeing you. “Good to see you again!”

“Angelo, Che bello rivederti! Come stai?”

“Sto molto bene e voi?” You told him you were doing well.

“Dad, we have a visitor,” he called to the back. “And who is your friend?”

“This is Steve. Steve, this is Angelo. And this,” you said as a man came from the back, “is also Angelo. You can call him Lo.”

“Good to see you back here Y/N,” Lo hugged you. “Miss. Y/N here has been the best customer to this establishment since my father opened it 75 years ago.”

“They know,” Steve asked you in a whisper. You nodded.

“I’m getting stuff together for the Ball in two months. I have a list of mean products I need…if you’re up for it this year.”

“Please,” Lo commented, “We are always up for this,” he grabbed the list from you. “Consider it done.”

“I wrote the date, time, and location of the ball for delivery once everything is ready, Lo.”

“It will be ready in advance for your people.”

“Thank you boys, I’ll see you soon. Tell the rest of the family I said ‘Hello.’” You grabbed Steve’s hand and walked out to the street with him. “If you’re hungry for dinner I know this great little Italian place about 12 blocks away.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

The day was spent ordering food and getting catering together for the Ball and spending time with Steve. It was Sunday night and you were sitting on the couch in D.C with Steve sipping on a nice glass of wine together. “What’s this Ball anyway, I never really asked?”

“A fancy government party we throw once every 5 years. I’m in charge of getting everything in order for it because…well I don’t actually know why, just always have been. It’s all the big wigs of underground military sectors and political powerhouses. Sounds like oodles of fun, right,” you joked.

“Sounds that the party of the year.” The radio station that you had mindlessly playing in the background started playing a song that drew Steve’s attention away from your conversation. “Stella by Starlight,” he spoke softly and sat down his drink and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

He walked around to stand in front of you and extended a hand. “Dance with me?”

“I may be old but I still haven’t mastered dancing,” you admitted.

“Looks like that makes two of us then.” You sat your drink down and grabbed his hand in yours.


Steve got lost in the song and the only thing he could feel was you hand in his and your head against his chest. He spun you around and looked into your eyes. And then the only thing he could focus on was your lips on his.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Tony always being turned on when Steve slips in to his Brooklyn accent or uses 1940's slang.... Now imagine Steve using that ruthlessly

It’s no secret that Tony can talk circles around Steve, in the bedroom or otherwise. Half the words out of his mouth have Rogers questioning whether or not the man is actually speaking English. It would be frustrating if it wasn’t one of Stark’s most attractive features. What can he say, Captain America has a thing for hot people saying things he doesn’t entirely understand.  He had liked it about Howard too but he learned a long time ago not to keep Tony’s old man out of pleasant conversation. Tended to kill the mood.  

Never in his dreams did he think that Tony had a similar vice. The man did plenty of talking for the both of them, and while Steve knew his partner appreciated what he had to say, he figured the ‘talk sweet to me’ door only swung one way.

That is until he was sitting in the living room, waiting for Tony to put the finishing touches on his gala outfit. The man attended more benefits than the president, how had he not yet learned the art of the quick change?

Perfection suits a Stark. Tony sauntered out of the bedroom with his usual air of confidence, but now he was shining like a new penny. Steve propped himself up on his elbows and gave a long, low whistle. “Gotta say, I’m startin’ to get all kinds of jealous of these big wigs you’re schmoozing. I’d like to think you’re strutting just for me, baby doll.”

He hadn’t even meant for it to come out like that. Over the years, with some coaching from the resident undercover operatives, Steve had learned how to more or less control his occasional bouts of nostalgic lingo. But something about the way Tony’s hair was slicked, or the ruffle of his collar, brought it out of him like nobody’s business.

And oh the money Steve would have paid to have a camera in that moment. Tony stopped dead in his tracks, whatever snappy comeback he had tucked away in his mouth went right out the window. His eyes blew wide and his shoulders slumped in a distinctly un-Tonylike fashion. “You cut that nonsense out right this second,” he managed though he voice all but cracked with effort.

Steve would recognize that look from a mile away. Almost smirking, he slowly got up from the couch and padded over to his boyfriend. “What’s that, sugar? I was so busy taking in that dreamboat mug I just about lost myself. I’m just wondering here, you think a hot fella like you would ever go for a dope like me?”

Steve’s hands found their way around Tony’s middle, hauling him closer. Tony, for his part, was starting wrinkle around the eyes, the exact look he gets just before he willingly drops all his impulse control. “If I don’t make it to this party, we are looking at a possible world war. Not even exaggerating.” But he was already untying the bow around his neck.

With a few quick nips to Tony’s jawline, Steve made it to his ear, breathing hot against his neck and smiling like a cat. “Don’t get yourself into a lather doll. We got all the time in the world.”

Lady and the Tramp (Disney AU)

Originally posted by dontmesswiththeleprechaun

Originally posted by geektopea

This is for A Month Of Fairy Tales by  @sincerelysaraahh

Title: Bei mir bist du shein (Lady and the Tramp Disney AU)
Pairing: Pre - Serum 1940! Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: You and your friend decided that you’re tired of the Upper East Side parties and try something different.
Word Count: 1.625
A/N: So guys, this is the first thing I’m publishing and I also haven’t written anything for two years and never before in english. Just FYI. The title is from a song by The Andrew Sisters which means something like: you are beautiful to me. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Translation of the 1940′s Slang: 
cheesy - cheap
chicken - coward
fat - head - stupid person
drugstore cowboy - a man who waits around the corner to pick up girls
knocking it out - dance amazingly
clobbered - crushing on someone

“Come on, Steve. It’s goin’ to be fun. Promise! ” Bucky tried to persuade him with a grin.

Steve grumbled something to himself, while standing in front of the mirror. Buck always said that it’s going to be “fun”.

He let out a snort, shaking his head. Steve couldn’t understand why Bucky kept on setting him up with girls.

He had lost hope long ago. With his scrawny and small body he just looked pathetic next to his best friend.

“Come on, let’s not keep the ladies waitin’.” Bucky said while walking to the front door.

Steve took another deep breath, adjusted his tie one last time and went out of his apartment.

“Why can’t you just stop trying Buck?” he sighed as he followed Bucky down a staircase.


You were trying not to look too nervous, although you probably failed miserably at it. Smoothing out the skirt of your dress and shifting your weight from foot to foot.

That’s exactly how confident people looked like.

It was all your friends’ fault, if she wouldn’t have suggested trying something more “exciting”, as she put it.

Yes, you were tired of those Upper East Side parties where people dress up just to show off.

It’s more about who is seen with whom. It’s about showing how perfectly rich your family was.

So here you were: in front of a cheesy swing bar in Brooklyn with you friend. She said she knew some guys who would show you around.

If your parents or - God forbid - your brothers Jock and Trusty knew where you were…

Being grounded wouldn’t be the worst thing you would experience.

“Stop fidgeting, girl! No one is going to find out, ok?” scolded your friend, rolling her eyes.

You stopped playing with the hem of your skirt. How could she be so relaxed? And since when have you become such a chicken?

You wanted this, so why look nervous?

You would never have to see those men again, if they were total fat – heads.

“So, how do you even know those men?” you ask now, trying to take your mind off the intoxicating smell of alcohol and cigarettes. There was no champagne in Brooklyn and no cigars. It was more like cheap beer and liquor, more like cigarettes and the smell of sweat from dancing too much.

A crowd of people entered the bar and for a split second you could hear the loud music and the chatter of the people inside before it all became just a dull sound again.

You friend opened her mouth to answer, when you heard it.

“Good evening, ladies!”

You both turned to voice which was apparently coming from a handsome, young men dressed in his uniform. He looked like the drugstore cowboys your mother warned you about.

“I’m Bucky, and this here”, he grabbed his blonde, skinny friend by the shoulder, „is my good friend Steve.”

The grin on his face grew even wider.

Of course Bucky was handsome and you could already tell from the smile your friend was giving him, that he was definitely her type.

Your gaze wandered off to his friend Steve. He was smaller, skinnier, his shirt and jacket didn’t quite fit him. They looked at least two sizes too big for him.

His smile was crooked and he seemed as uncomfortable as you were.


When Steve saw you turning around he might, or might not, have let out an audible gasp.

You looked stunning, although you were obviously nervous.

Probably, because you were staring at Bucky, who was giving both you and your friend a kiss on the hand.

Here we go again; he thought when Bucky introduced him.

Steve knew how this would end: him sitting alone in a booth, while Bucky went off dancing with the two dames.

Who could blame him? He looked handsome and Steve would never get his chance to talk to a lady as fine as you seemed to be.

You and your friend didn’t come from Brooklyn, so much he could tell by looking at you.

The way you held yourselves told everyone from what a fine house you must be.

Way out of his league. Basically every woman was way out of his league.

Steve forced himself to smile, which looked more like a grimace he figured by your reaction.


His smile might have been crooked but you couldn’t help but smiling back.

He had those impossible blue eyes, a really boyish smile which seemed cute but also mischievous, and his hair looked incredibly soft.

Yes, he was not the typical man you would expect, but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t give him a chance.

After you got a booth and Bucky went off dancing with your friend, you started talking to Steve.

At first there was a lot of silence between the both of you which was only filled by music, laughter and other conversations.

You were playing with your glass of water, not sure what you could ask him.

He seemed to be very unhappy to be at the bar. Maybe he didn’t like the smell, maybe he didn’t like loud music or maybe it was because of you.

Yeah, maybe he didn’t want to spend his precious free time with a snob like you.

You shook your head, trying to calm that mean voice in your head.

“So Steve, tell me what you do day in, day out?” you half yelled in his ear.

That’s was good. That sounded confident and it would get a conversation going.

“Well, I draw a lot.” He answered obviously hesitating.


Steve was watching Bucky dancing. He was just waiting for the end of this: him alone. You were probably still here because you didn’t want to be rude.

He didn’t need your pity; he was so done with everyone pitying him.

Then suddenly your warm breath hit his skin. You were talking to him.

Could it be that you were really interested in him rather than Buck?

Steve found that hard to believe.

When he turned his head he saw some kind of sparkle in your eyes, the smile of your lipstick red lips and your rosy cheeks.

“Well, I draw a lot” he answered.

He didn’t want to mention his failed attempts at enrolling. No, that wasn’t first date material, was it?

“You’re an artist? That is so nice. I can only…” you stopped babbling mid-sentence and looked back at the dancefloor where your friend motioned you to join them.

“I think they want us to join them!”

With that you stood up held your hand out for Steve, beaming.

What had he gotten himself into? Dancing. No way he was going to survive that without an asthma attack.

But you looked so happy, so eager. Should he just tell you no?

“Come on, Stevie! I love dancing.” You encouraged him.

Reluctantly he stood up, took your hand and walked you over to the dancefloor.

“I should warn you though, I can’t dance and I am likely to get an asthma attack.”


His smile was just adorable, you thought.

Somehow you both managed a half decent swing. You couldn’t help but the smile the whole time.

Steve was such a sweet guy, always asking if he should get you more water or trying to make you laugh in his awkward way.

Never have you thought to find a guy like him. A guy that wouldn’t care about your wealth, your pearls but more about your mind and your character.

“I think we’ve really been knockin’ it out, Steve.” You panted heavily after the last song.

It was far behind your curfew and you giggled at the thought of your furious parents.

Steve just laughed, leaning forward and propping his hands on his knees.

“How’s your asthma?”

“It’s fine.” For a lady like you I would ways take the risk of an asthma attack, he wanted to add but he just wasn’t that smooth.

All in all you had a blast. Who would’ve thought that a cheesy bar in Brooklyn, maybe a little bit too much of giggle water would get you all clobbered?

While you were talking with Steve outside your friends most likely started something frisky with Bucky. Who could blame her?

The air was still humid, warm and you felt kind of gross. Your lipstick was probably all over your face and you were sweating, yet Steve looked at you like you were some kind of gift.

“Thanks for, you know, not dumping me for him.” He motioned to Bucky who was making your friend giggle constantly.

At first you felt that tingling heat in your cheeks, then it was more of a confusion: “Why would anyone dump you?” you hiccupped.

Yes, definitely too much giggle water…

“Most of the gals are more…into Buck” he confessed, looking at his shoes.

“Well, I’m not most of the girls.”

“I know, you’re too nice of a girl to be in this place.”

“Am I now? Where do I belong then? You joked, raising your eyebrows.


This was his chance.

The taxi you and your friend ordered was arriving; she had already gotten into the car.

“Come on! We are already late!”

Now or never, Steve. Your Ma would be proud of you!

“There’s this breakfast place called Tony’s…” he was scratching his neck, looking up at you and waiting for an answer.

“Sunday, around ten then? Don’t keep me waitin’.” And with that you got into the car.

Steve didn’t want to turn around and face Bucky he would never hear the end of his teasing and how he finally succeeded and maybe he would have sore cheeks tomorrow from smiling too much.

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angelofbooze-blog  asked:

In the post about your most recent otp you said that you read a lot of closeted!Bucky meta. You wouldn't happen to have a link or two, would you?? Also, awesome blog :D

I sure would be happy to dig some up for you!

Here is the best one, imho.  They drastically changed Bucky’s origin story in the MCU; which isn’t a big surprise considering no matter how you cut it; sending a 15 year old boy in tights into an active warzone is kind of dumb.  But it gets pretty interesting when you realize they virtually just cut and pasted the origin story of Steve’s 616 canon BFF from childhood, Arnie Roth, who was later revealed to be gay.

This is my wife, meta’ing on the whole way Bucky “turns on the charm” when it comes to the ladies.

Bucky calls Steve a ‘punk’ which was 1940s slang for ‘twink’

I’ve also heard that “to shine one’s shoes’ was 1940s slang for blowjob, which is how Bucky asked Steve to pay for his rent, but I’ve yet to find any actual proof of that one.

And this is more related to Steve Rogers, but he lives in a historically significant gay area of Washington DC.

Also, when The Winter Soldier and Captain America meet for the first time in CATWS (when he assassinates Fury), the song “It’s Been a Long, Long Time” is playing, which is about two lovers meeting after the war.

Thanks for asking, and thanks for looking at my blog <3

Imagine Steve Rogers being taught how to bitty-fy himself at will by the magic users in the Avengers team.  Because getting bitty-fied by the Idiot Magic User of the Week™ was becoming a pain in the ass.

(NO NO NO NO NO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE - is Tony’s terrified scream.  Poor man is ignored by everyone else, except for Bucky.)

Imagine that he enjoys “putting on the bitty” as a disguise now and contrary to popular opinion (read: Bucky), it is NOT an excuse to go look for trouble and give one’s poor, long-suffering boyfriend a coronary.

Imagine that Steve finally goes back to take art classes, because with Bucky around, he’s finally returned from the war at last.  Maybe he’ll still grab the shield when he’s needed to fight the good fight, but for the most part, this soldier is finally home.  And he wants to do something that isn’t related to dealing death and destruction.  He wants to create again. 

(Bucky’s not far behind him on this.  Bucky’s always been mechanically inclined and he’s going back to school too.  Someone not named Tony Stark is not crying tears of joy at the prospect of having another engineer in the team.)

Imagine tiny art student Steve in suspenders and khakis and comfortable black chucks.  Imagine him with his nose splattered a bit with blue paint and his fingers stained with charcoal.  Imagine him laughing and joking around with the new friends he’s met in his classes. 

Imagine the additional laughter and teasing when they see him run to his big, dangerous-looking engineering student boyfriend, only to be hauled up in said boyfriend’s arms so he could be thoroughly kissed.  Imagine Bucky’s hands going right for his ass for a squeeze, much to the hilarity of their new friends. 

“There’s no point in telling those two to get a room right?”

“Don’t ruin the show for the rest of us.  Have some popcorn.”

One of the boys raises a middle finger in their general direction.  

Imagine that suddenly, old fashioned 1940’s slang becomes relevant on college campuses again, because somehow, Steve and Bucky make it … cool, somehow.  They’re apparently the most popular couple on campus, because they’re warm and friendly and kind and they look out for people and everyone can STILL remember the epic beatdown that tiny Steve delivered on one of the fratboys who tried to roofie one of the freshmen during a party.  And how Bucky somehow managed to scare the shit out of the frat so badly that nobody even thought of retaliating. 

Imagine all that - the secret lives of Captain America and the Winter Soldier - as college students Steven Grant and James Buchanan.

—  Welp, Here’s Another Blanket Fort Fic Verse I Should Really Write…
Solangelo Headcanon #3

Okay, I am so on board the Nico doesn’t cuss like at all, but Will does. Will is like the king of cursing.

But you know what else I think?

I like to believe that Nico still uses 1940’s slang from time to time. Think about it. He was taught not to curse by his mother and Bianca, but when they were in the US they ended up learning the slang, especially Nico because he was so young and was growing up with it until the Lotus Casino.

When you grow up hearing people talk a certain way, you end up talking like them in a way.

So yeah XD

You know what I need in the MCU which will probs never happen in a million years?

Steven Grant Rogers in college.

I’m not talking about a college AU with no superpowers.

I want to imagine Steve Rogers in college.  I want to see him pursue that art degree, learn new techniques, branch out into digital art.  Steve’s not an antiquated dinosaur - I want to see him combine traditional techniques with the new tools of the 21st century.  I want to see him present the images of the war and his life in Brooklyn in his work and it’s not a rosy, romantic reminiscence.

It’s real, it’s fresh - it’s not tainted by nostalgia.

I want to see Steve Rogers - actual Captain America - maybe finding the time to go back to school.  Maybe he hangs up the shield for a while or maybe we have some downtime because it doesn’t seem like the Avengers in the MCU are putting down supervillains every week of every month in every year.

I want to see Steve make friends with his fellow students - break through the initial reaction of HOLY SHIT IT’S CAP OMG and let them see the Steve Rogers underneath - smart, sassy, snarky, funny and adorkable as all hell.
And you know what? I want to see Bucky Barnes in college too.  Maybe after he recovers from the epic clusterfuckery that life has dealt him or maybe it’s part of his recovery process - he goes on to finish his own education.  Bucky apparently attended art classes with Steve, though we don’t know how far that interest went - maybe he had the skill, but not enough interest?  Maybe Bucky wanted to use his skills to design things, rather than just create images on canvas or paper? We know Bucky was top of his class and MCU hints that maybe, just maybe, he might be a bit of a science nerd because - Stark Expo, anyone? 

So maybe Bucky pursues engineering or something to do with automotive mechanics.  He wants to build and design cars.  And okay, maybe he met Phil and Lola and Bucky’s determined to make a flying car of his own too - take that, Howard. :P 

So Bucky connects with fellow nerds and of course, Bucky always looks out for the little guy so anyone thinking of bullying some of his classmates is gonna have to rethink their plans when they get a Winter Soldier glare and a flash of that metal arm.  Maybe Bucky relearns how to get his flirt on with girls and guys though he keeps it light, because, technically speaking, he’s already rationed and all his sugar’s saved up for his fella, the art nerd taking the fine arts classes. 

Suddenly, 1930’s and 1940’s slang start making a comeback in NYU or whatever college the boys end up in. 

Fine.  I’m gonna have to write this, aren’t I?

1940s slang

Gas - either a good time or something that was really funny
Pass the buck – pass responsibility for
Above my pay grade – don’t ask me
Killer-diller – good stuff
Fat-head – stupid or foolish person
Chrome-dome – word for a bald headed man
Eager beaver – enthusiastic helper
Fuddy-Duddy – old-fashioned person
Dope – Back in the 1940s this word meant information, however now it is another word for drugs.
Drop – This word meant to kill.
Geezer – This word was a derogatory term for an older person.
Bum rap – This referred to a false accusation.
Bust your chops – This phrase was basically meant as a scolding, maybe to yell, but not to literally hit someone.
Broad- a woman

Carry a Torch – to have a crush on someone
Cat’s Meow – something splendid or stylish; The best or greatest, wonderful
Dame- a woman
Gams – a woman’s legs
Grandstand – to show off
Applesauce – an expletive; same as horsefeathers, As in “Ah applesauce!
Jalopy – old car
Joint – a club, usually selling alcohol
Keen – attractive or appealing
Kisser – mouth
Line – insincere flattery
Stuck On – having a crush on
Swanky – ritzy
Swell- wonderful
Wise guy- a smart ass
Scram – ask someone to leave immediately
Gussy-to smarten up or dress up
outfit Military unit, a term with cowboy origins.
bad news- trouble
can- jail
ease up- calm down
get a load of that- look at that
hitch- to get married
hotshot- expert
in my book- in my opinion
patsy- scapegoat
pull - influence
paw- hand, as in “paws off!”
crummy - rotten, no good
wolf- aggressively forward man
get lost!
beat- exhausted
dang it!
Fall Guy - Victim of a frame
what a peach - referring to a sweet, charming, nice young woman
Buck up - cheer up, stiffen your spine

Gee Steve did you you see that drugstore cowboy and his khaki wacky down on the corner this mornin? They were watching that dame’s gams from the other night and I thought she would bump em off with her glare alone! Aw she’s got an even sharper tongue though, but not at sharp as yours! You’re gonna get socked in the eye one o these days… Aw heck I do carry a torch for you though you little punk. I guess I just think you’re the cat’s meow.

What I understand about BoB from what I've seen on my dash

There’s a Babe that might be an actual lamb
But his name is babebro? Sounds like 1940s slang for no homo
There’s a Nixon? Richard where you at??
Cajuns like babes
Someone shoots someone real dramatic in an alley while its all snowy and it looks like something from an anime? But it’s probably terrible sorry y'all
There’s like 1000 characters and idk how you guys keep up
There’s a guy named winters?
I feel like Im confusing everyone for the same person?
Heffern? Heffron?
Yeah I think bob consists of only one person and all you guys are all confused. OBVIOUSLY the only character is: babebro hefferon winter’s Nixon (in tricky dicky’s voice: “FOUR MORE YEARS!!”[double peace signs])
Sad and Rad.