and wes finds this endearing okay look at his face

The Red Ring of Death

Originally posted by sherryzizi

Pairing: Bucky x Steve x Sam x Reader

Words: 923 words

A/N: This is just a fun little piece for you guys, inspired by a real-life events that unfortunately happened to my brothers and I. Anybody who owns or owned an Xbox would definitely get just how devastating this is.

“I’m home!” You yelled out to no one in particular as you entered the apartment you shared with Sam, Steve and Bucky.

A chorus of ‘hi’ and ‘welcome home’ greeted you from various spots of your home. You threw your book bag on the couch and went to the kitchen, after a long day of back to back classes, what you need was an ice cold beer and nice game on your Xbox 360 to relax.

You were one of those girls who preferred a nice game night to a night out on the town and living in an apartment with 3 guys, this habit was very much appreciated. Every other night, you and the guys would have an intense multiplayer game-off and the last time you and the guys had this mini match, Steve broke one of your wireless controllers, which, thankfully, he immediately replaced. The match always started out civilized, but you soon realize that those men doesn’t take defeat easily, rematch upon rematch was done until either one of you gave up or something broke.

“Hey Buck, you up for a good match tonight?” You asked the super soldier with a cocky smirk, bringing your beer bottle to your lips.

“A chance to humiliate you? How could I ever pass that up?” He shot you a smirk back.

“Alright, let’s do NBA tonight. I’m going to freshen up a bit, can you set it up?” You told Bucky, in which he silently agreed. “Sam! Steve! Game night!” You shouted to the two other occupants of your apartment before walking into your room to change into a more comfortable attire.

After ordering the pizza, which was a must, you walked back to the living room to find Steve and Sam browsing the ‘game shelf’ to look for the new NBA game you just bought a week ago.

“Why can’t we just play a first-person shooting game like usual?” Sam whined.

“Because I’m not going to listening to any of you commenting on how unrealistic it is and how stupid for me to storm into open fire, again.” You rolled your eyes and decided to grab another beer while the guys continued to set up the console.

“Uh, it wont start, I don’t know what’s wrong with this thing.” Bucky muttered, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

“Ugh, step aside old man, let me do this.” Sam pushed Bucky away but not even a second later; you heard Sam gasped.

“Steve.” You heard him whispered.


“What? What’s up?” You asked as you reentered the living room.

Steve and Sam looked at you with a mortified expression, while Bucky stared at the three of you in confusion. Your gaze fell upon the white Xbox 360 behind Bucky and a gasp escaped your lips when you finally noticed it.

The red ring of death.

“Oh no. No, no, no, NO!” You crouched by the TV table, bringing your hands up to your mouth. “Don’t do this to me!” You cried out, gently petting your Xbox, trying to ignore the red circle on the power button was glaring at you.

“What’s going on?” You heard Bucky whispered to Sam and Steve, but you ignored him. You were too busy mourning the death of your beloved console.

“It’s the end of the line for him, he’s gone now.” Steve muttered quietly, earning a mournful nod from Sam and confused look from Bucky.

After a few silent minutes, you took a sharp inhale and stood up. “There’s nothing we can do, he’s gone.” You said solemnly.

“I can’t believe it, he just left us like that? Without any warning?” Sam shook his head in disbelief.

“I feel like we need to give him a proper send off, he has done so many great things for us. It’s the least we could do.” Steve added, earning an agreeing nod from you and Sam.

Bucky was staring at the three of you with a bewildered look on his face, still confused about what the hell was going on.

“Well, there’s only one thing left to do.” You said, turning around and unplugging your console from the power. You cradled the console close to you and walked to the nearest window, followed by Sam, Steve, and Bucky.

“Any last words?” You turn your attention to the three men behind you. When the three of them said nothing, you unlatched the window, pushed it up and after giving it a goodbye kiss, you hurled your Xbox out the window.

“What the hell?!” Bucky shouted, pushing you aside and looked out the window to see the mangled bits and pieces of the white game console on ground, three stories down. “Why did you do that?” He asked you with a horrified, high-pitched voice.

“He’s gone, man. There was nothing we could do.” Sam patted him on the shoulder.

“How do you know? You didn’t even try to fix it!”

“The red ring of death is the end of all things, it’s not even worth the try.” Steve said regretfully.

Bucky stood by the window with a dumbfounded look on his face, even after Sam and Steve retreated back to the living room. You find the sight to be endearing and cute, so you walked up to him, slid your arm into his and gave him a reassuring pat.

“It’s okay, Buck. We’ll get another one soon, there was really nothing we could’ve done.” You said as you pulled him back to the living room. Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave the window, even as you two walked away.

“But… I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

I don’t know who to tag so I’m tagging those who I think would enjoy this :)

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a/n:  This is literally just me being garbage because I cannot accept the Dread Doctors ruining that sexually charged training session. I CAN’T. Tbh they better make up for that distraction in canon because if not, I’m gonna need to have a serious talk with Jeff Davis.  (read on ao3)

Lydia gets to his apartment around 3 in the afternoon, her (recently bought) sweats clinging nicely to her body as she strides up to the com at the gate. She brushes her hair back and, with a deep breath, presses the button. It buzzes for a moment, and then—

“State your name and purpose for being here, please.” A monotone voice crackles from the speaker, and honestly, it’s a little surprising that Jordan lives here, seeing as he’s probably the exact opposite of the woman speaking to her currently (the landlady, she correctly assumes).

“Lydia Martin. I’m here to visit Jordan Parrish?” There’s silence for a few moments after, and then the gate clicks, allowing her to swing it open with a mildly disturbing creak. Next time they do this, she thinks, it’ll be at her house, where she doesn’t have to deal with…this. Absentmindedly, she runs a hand through her hair again, allowing it to fall over her shoulders just the way she wants while she’s approaching the front desk.

To her surprise, though, Parrish is standing there, that intoxicatingly bright grin splitting his face. He looks a little red, though.

“Did you run all the way down here to meet me?” She asks incredulously, noting the way his chest is only slightly heaving. He shakes his head quickly (maybe a little too quickly) and continues to beam at her.

“Nah, I was actually just getting back from the gym. You know, rentals for today and stuff.” The landlady sitting in the lobby rolls her eyes, and Lydia knows he’s lying about that. It’s okay, though—he’s cute, and he means well, and that’s all that matters.

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