‘Intimacy’ painted for 1A by @tinzelda for the Stucky Big Bang 2016

Steve and Bucky are together before the war. Kind of. Bucky sure wants to be—he knows how he feels about Steve. Steve, however, hates that Bucky has to take care of him, so he can’t give himself over to the relationship. Steve desperately wants to enlist, but when he finally gets that 1A stamp, it isn’t the validation he thought it would be. When Bucky sees Steve transformed, he thinks he’s lost him for good, but Steve needs Bucky to look after him more than ever. He drives himself hard to feel worthy of being Captain America and keeps just enough distance between them to drive Bucky crazy. In other words, Steve still has something to prove, and Bucky has the patience of a saint. 

Please go read the beautiful story and get really frustrated these two idiots just being perfect for each other, Steeb’s stupidly righteous heart and Bucky’s  awfully complex love for him.

anonymous asked:

i just read the imagine about steve and bucky talking about the last name thing with ellen and i got an idea. what about steve and bucky secretly getting married and steve of course wears the ring all time and someone asks him about it on some show..

“Captain Rogers, Captain Rogers!” 

Steve manages a half a smile, glancing at Bucky apologetically. “Yes’m?”

“Who’s the lucky girl? The world is dying to know.”


The reporter gestures at the simple gold band on his left hand and Steve glances at Bucky.

“The lucky person would like to keep their privacy intact,” Steve says carefully. “Now, if you could please let me by–”

“But, sir!”

“The lucky person is me,” Bucky snaps, grabbing Steve’s hand. “Now get the hell out of our way. It’s date night.”

10 Things I Like About You - Steve Rogers x Reader

Requested by estheletic: how about u were one of the women who helped steve out as soon as he got out of the ice (and helped him get used to the world a little after the scene in tfa where he goes into Times Square) and at first maybe he doesn’t like-like u but he likes to visit u when he’s feeling lost (which is often) so that u can keep him company and introduce him to modern things like movies, music, books, tech, social media, etc. and u think he’s gorgeous but u don’t wanna push it further than professional/friendly bc u know he’s already vulnerable but he starts falling in love with u

Everything had to be perfect. You’d cleaned your apartment top to bottom and set out enough modern day snacks that the only way to finish them all tonight is if you just spent the entire night with Steve eating them. He was coming over tonight with a newly acquired list of films he wanted to watch.

It had been rather hard to organise a day for the two of you to just spend time together, you were busy doing missions for Shield when he was free and he was just always doing something for the Avengers or Shield. But that didn’t stop the two of you from constantly trying your hardest to sort something out, because before he’d joined Shield and the Avengers, Steve had been your friend.

You were one of the nurses who’d been there when Steve woke up. You remember your first meeting, which had not gone as well as you planned. Then again, the whole thing had seemed rather daft to you when Shield told you what they wanted you to help with. You were a trained nurse and psychologist, but you prefered to use your ‘healing touch’ when you were out on missions rather than on just one man. Of course Shield argued with you for about a week and gave you no choice but to do it.

Meeting Steve will always be an experience you’ll never forget. Shield had given him his own place to stay at which was heavily monitored, you had a feeling that he had no idea about all the cameras. Sure technology had been getting pretty good around the 1940’s but you still doubted that Steve would have been able to guess where all the tiny cameras had been placed. You, on the other hand, had to take one look around Steve’s home and you were able to guess where all the cameras were. And yet, you couldn’t actually find Steve.

Panic set in immediately. At first you were going to just call into Shield and tell them it’s their problem now, that way they’d stop giving you these sorts of missions. But then you saw something that got you thinking, a pair of shoes. They were the standard Shield trainers that you’d be given when being trained, and had obviously been given to Steve because he had no other clothes other than the Captain America museum. Further inspection through the wardrobe confirmed his thoughts, he had no other clothes than the ones Shield had given him.

Keeping this in mind, you recalled his file and he didn’t seem like the crazy sort of guy you’d find walking barefoot around the streets which is what led you to believe that he mustn’t have gone far.

And like most of your hunches, it turned out to be correct. You found him on the roof of the apartment building sleeping on the floor with a blanket on top of his body. A sigh escaped your body as you finally got to assess the damage. At the time Shield hadn’t disclosed to you that he was Captain America, in fact, they never even mentioned to you that he was a soldier in his past life. All they’d told you was that he needed to get use to the modern world and they probably just assumed that he’d have told you whatever else he felt he could. They’d also probably kept some information from you so you’d just take the job without asking loads of questions.

You decided to wait for him to wake up, you sat on a box which had been placed on the roof and just stared at him, trying to gouge as much information as you could from his outside appearance. His entire body language even while unconscious told you that he was a soldier, but he held none of the physical scars a soldier would normally have. It seemed so weird and you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

It got to around 10 in the morning when he finally awoke. The reason you’d visited him early was because you had plans for the rest of your night, you were suppose to be going on a date but instead you messaged and cancelled whilst you were waiting for Steve to wake up. He was more important to you now.

Steve rolled around on to his back and began to stretch out his muscles, showing off to you his wonderful six pack which you would come to appreciate very much.

“Hello.” You said in greeting and he shot up, thankfully not revealing anything as he’d had the decency to put pants on.

Steve didn’t seem at all happy to see you. In fact, you’d dare say that you’ve never felt so unwanted in your entire life and it was very awkward to say the least. “Who are you?”

“Y/N,” you greeted, “Shield sent me over. You’ll probably be seeing a lot of me actually.”

“Does that mean I’ll always be waking up with you hovering over me?” He challenged you, but all he earned was a laugh. You liked that kind of behaviour, it was nice and refreshing to meet someone that doesn’t take themselves too seriously, even after being encased in ice for over seventy years.

You shook your head once you finished laughing, “no, tomorrow you can text me to let me know when you’re free for me to come over. But first, I’m guessing we’ll have to get you a phone.” You threw a plastic card at him and he managed to catch it with quicker reflexes than you’d expected. He looked at it with confusion so you decided to explain, “it’s a credit card, can be used in exchange of money. A gift from Shield.”

After that small exchange you went shopping with him, it was difficult for him at first and he looked uncomfortable though he did try very hard to hide it from you. Eventually it became easier for him which you were very glad about. The easiest way to get him out in the world was to go running with him, which turned out more stressful than you thought it would.

It was only after he’d run ten laps before you’d finished running your first, that you were hit with the news that he was a super soldier. You also convinced him to start going for a cup of tea after each run, you’d sit in your favourite cafe and share a fancy bun which was overly priced whilst people watching.

You were doing all these things to help Steve get back into the world, and you had no idea that you were actually helping yourself in a way.

Steve began to depend on you and you began to depend on Steve. He’d come to you whenever he needed help with something or if he just needed to talk, Steve knew that you’d be there for him. And you went to him whenever you needed a distraction, or you just wanted to smile. You and him shared a specific banter that was almost magical with how it could just distract you and simultaneously cheer you up. And that’s why you formed a friendship that lasted even after Steve stopped needing your guidance. It’s why together, you forced the world around you to stop for a moment so that you could have more moments with one another.

He arrived at your apartment building with alcohol, you took the bag off of him as you invited him in and began to set out the drinks as well. Then you pulled out a flask, “what the hell is this?” You asked, admiring the many jewels covering the flask.

“It’s from Thor. Apparently it’s alcohol for God’s, might even get me drunk.”

“Ohh,” you released a low whistle as you placed it out. “Okay, so did you bring the list?” He pulled it out of his pocket. “Great, so, I’ve got all my DVD’s, Netflix and Amazon. So if we don’t find them, well then I’ll just have to pirate them but don’t tell anyone.”

He continued to stand behind the couch, looking at you with raised eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure I only understood half of that sentence.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up, grabbing his hand so that you could pull him into the seat next to you. The excitement to get tonight started made everything else, like explaining Netflix, unimportant. The list from Steve wasn’t very long, which was fine, there were five movies on there and you had that night and most of the next day to watch them.

The first one you watched was going to be Star Wars but you told him that would have to be done another night as there are seven movies needing to be watched. Seen as that would have to be delayed you ended up watching a movie you knew Steve had only put on there because it was your favourite: 10 Things I Hate About You.

Steve was practically an expert on the movie because you’d talked about how much you’d loved it so much. You’d shared many facts you had about it, even quotes it in the odd conversation though he usually never noticed.

That night was also the night you introduced him to your favourite food, skittles.

It got to the part where you got to quote the characters poem and you managed to do it word for word. “I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair, I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind, I hate you so much that it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie, I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.” As your eyes began to brim with tears at your favourite film moment, you were too blind to see the way that Steve was staring at you. Not the movie. You. “I hate the way you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call, but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

The scene ended and a tear trickled down your chin, you let out a little sniffle and quickly wiped it away. “Sorry, I just get really into this movie.” You laughed off your emotions, finally looking over to Steve who had yet to stop looking at you. He didn’t understand why he was so drawn to you in that moment, but there was just something about you getting really intense feelings over a movie line that made his heart sore. Maybe it was seeing you crying, or maybe it was the way you showed off your dedication to this one movie by being able to quote it. Whatever it was, it had Steve feelings very strange.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. Then you did something that surprised the both of you, you laid yourself against his chest.

Though the two of you had been friends for a while now, you’d mostly avoided any romantic interest with him because it just seemed unprofessional. At first anyway. You could easily admit that you were attracted to him from the first moment you met him, but it was like some sort of taboo. He was your job, but now you’re beginning to see things a little differently.

You took a break after the first movie to go to the toilet, refresh the drinks and stuff like that. As soon as the credits rolled you stretched out your limbs, feeling very comfortable whilst being pressed against his chest. He was way more soft than you’d thought he’d be, all those times you’d seen his abs you’d just imagined them to be rock solid but he was a nice sort of squishy. “So what did you think?”

“I liked it, I can see why you enjoyed it so much.” He also began to stretch his arms upward, and instead of returning his arm to the edge of your couch, he placed it around your waist. You shuffled so you were laid on your belly, that way it was easier for you to look him in the face but you came to find that you were actually closer than you thought. “So, is that the sort of guy you’re into?”

The question threw you off a little as you’d never expect him to be asking you it, but you answered anyway. “Not really, I don’t think I have a ‘sort of guy’ yet… what about you?”

“I had a type I suppose, back when the war was going on. I suppose now I’m going to have to find a new type though, there aren’t many girls like Peggy anymore.”

“Wow,” you snorted, “that’s so nice of you to say.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You sat up to get away from him and he quickly followed.

You don’t know why, but you had this sudden sense of rejection drowning you. It felt like Steve had basically just said he didn’t like who you were because you didn’t act the same as the way girls back in the 40’s did. “Well it came off like that Steve.” Rather than sitting around and probably causing an argument to break out you went to the bathroom to cool off. Whilst you did feel hurt, you also felt like you didn’t have the right to be feeling such things when you’d told yourself time and time again that nothing could happen between the two of you.

Whilst you were in the bathroom pacing with your arms crossed, you heard a knock on the door. “Y/N,” Steve called, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, mentally repeating to yourself that you shouldn’t be feeling this way. You moved closer to the door, resting your head against it. “I just took it the wrong way is all.”

The door creaked slightly and you guess that Steve had also placed himself against the door frame, “can you come out then? We’ve still got moves left.”

“Yeah, just give me a moment please.” You were tempted to start hitting your belly, thinking that maybe then the dumb feeling of heartbreak would realise you were more threatening than it was and proceed to cower before you.

Even though you said that he didn’t move away from the door. “Y/N, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I don’t hate the difference, I was just saying that there was a difference. I like you, you’re different to Peggy but I still like you a lot. I like the way you’re tough just because you are, not because you have to be. I like the way you speak your mind, and the way you dress and how you behave. I like how much compassion you have despite them maybe not deserving it. I like how you treated me the day we met, not like a broken man out of his time but like a friend who just needed help. I like- look, I can’t do this behind a door can you please open it?”

You’d been staring at the door open mouthed as Steve said these words, it was so surprising to you but it didn’t at all feel unwanted. You’d thought that this wall you’d put up had been much stronger but hearing him say these things made it crumble in a second and suddenly all you could think about was having a relationship with Steve. One where you sat down and watched movies a lot more than you do, one where dates are a thing and not running competitions, one where you can cuddle and kiss and just smile.

Your hand shook and it’s movements were slow as you went to open the door. It’s like a part of you was screaming this was wrong because once he was your patient, but that was a long time ago now. The other part of you knew that, and you were thanking that part so much.

Once the door was open it revealed a nervous looking Steve which was a sight to see. His body had tensed up and he kept rubbing his hands through his short hair. “I like you Y/N,” he said, not daring to wait any longer in case his nerves got in the way, “I like like you.”

You didn’t know how to tell him your feelings with ease, you weren’t as brave as him and though you felt like the words needed to be said, fear was holding you back. So you did what you do best, you quoted the movie. “Some asshole paid me to look after this really great guy.”

Thankfully Steve caught on rather quickly, and the smile that exploded onto his face made your legs go weak. “Is that right?” He said, performing the line of Kat Stanford perfectly.

“Yeah, but I screwed up, I, um, I fell for him.”

Survey (slight CA:CW spoiler)

Raise your hand if you thought the relationship between Sharon Carter and Captain America was forced, unnecessary, out-of-nowhere, and frankly kind of weird. Be sure to provide evidence for your case.

My dad thinks they had chemistry and that it made sense. I told him Cap and Bucky makes more sense, and he told me he thinks I’m “imposing what I want him to be” and that Cap is “clearly straight” because “he had a girlfriend in the first movie” (I didn’t bash my head in. I wanted to, but I didn’t.) So anyway, I need to prove to him that I’m right and he’s wrong, and I need you all as backup.

To clear it up, my dad is not a bad person, nor is he homophobic or any of the whole nine. He just……….sees this differently. (And wrongly.) 

bucky forever getting distracted from what angry, hotheaded pre-serum steve is actually ranting about cause he’s so charmed by how passionate he is about everything

the way steve balls up his fists and huffs because ‘it isn’t right, Buck, it isn’t right!’ and Bucky just has to nod and tell him it sure ain’t right, Steve, and sit on his hands to stop from reeling him in close

how one day steve is in the middle of a rant about something Bucky’s sure is very important, and he’s gritting his jaw belligerently cause ‘someone oughta do something!’ and Bucky can’t help himself from putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder, sliding it up to Steve’s neck and into the hair on the back of his head. then he stops cause what’s he gonna do? KISS him?

and he shakes his head and says ‘god, Steve, sometimes you’re so…’

and all the fire goes out of Steve in an instant, eyes wide for a second before gritting his jaw again like he’s ready for a fight before surging up to kiss Bucky, 

as if bucky might argue against it, as if bucky might not kiss back.


For added Webbonso, here is the bit immediately after the interview, with Mark, aka C4′s Fernando Alonso Correspondent, giving some expert Nano analysis, and discussing their overtake at Eau Rouge.

Also on Drive here!

Stranger Things: The Byers and The Tramp

Jonathan Byers Imagine

Prompt: Imagine being popular and being Jonathan’s girlfriend

Warnings Adult Language Does not follow the plot of “Stranger Things”

Point of view: The Reader’s POV

I slammed my locker shut as I listened to Nancy rambled on about Steve.

“Nancy why don’t you just fuck him already” I smirked as I watched her blush madly, her tuck a piece of hair behind her before rolling her eyes.

“(Y/N) seriously” she groaned as she shoved my shoulder lightly “a relationship isn’t all about sex. It’s about the small things he does for you to tell you he loves you”

“Yeah like fucking you senselessly” I giggled as I pushed her slightly, she groaned softly before pushing me back

“So you and Jonathan must have sex a lot?” Nancy questioned as we moved down the hall, I shook my head softly

“No actually, he hasn’t laid a finger on me, a quick kiss is all I get” I commented as it was my turn to blush, of course I’ve had sex but it was quick lasted no more than 2 minutes. The douche always hypes himself up saying “he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen”, then it feels like nothing.

“Maybe he’s waiting for the perfect moment” Nancy giggled as she turned in front of me

“Maybe he’s a virgin” I stated rolling my eyes at her comment, she sighed softly before smiling brightly as her eyes were fixed behind me.

“Here comes the virgin Romeo now” Nancy giggled as I peered over shoulder noticing that Jonathan was moving down the hall. “Go Sluttie Juliet!”

“Nancy!” I gasped as I shoved her harshly, a laugh escaping her lips as she pushed me towards him.

He fiddled with his camera as he smiled at me

“Hey baby” I smiled as I tried kissing him but he moved his head down instead.

“Hey (N/N)” he shyly stated, I giggled softly before grabbing his face forcing him to look at me, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. His face redden as he watched me for a second “Um- I-I- we’ll see the thing is– my– mom wants to meet you”

“She does?” I questioned as he scratched the back of his neck, he nodded slowly

“But I understand if-”

“I’d love to meet her Johnny boy, and that adorable little brother of yours” I smiled

“Really? You wanna meet them?” He questioned as his face contorted in surprise

“Your my boyfriend, of course I wanna meet them” I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his neck, as I pressed my head against his, so he would look me in the eye.

“G-great. Um dinner is tonight at 7” he smiled, I bit my lips softly before nodding in agreement as I pulled back. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek for rushing off.


I had to admit I was nervous, I really did like Jonathan he was different than the other boyfriends I had. He was sweet, caring, and took my feelings into consideration.

I didn’t want to screw up meeting his mom and brother.

What if she hates me?

What if she thinks in a slut?

I groaned softly as I banged my head against the steering wheel. I pushed myself out of the car as I slowly walked up the steps to the house. A loud bark pierce the air causing me to squeal lightly. I rung the door bell a couple of times as the more barks filled the air.

A group of boys answered the door, the all watched me for a moment

“She is real” a dark skinned boy stated as he touched my stomach pulling back quickly.

“She’s very pretty” the other said but this one was missing his two front teeth, but that didn’t stop him from looking adorable.

“I’ve seen pictures of her before Johnny has them in his room” another stated, they watched me slowly, I offered a small smile in which they all returned.

“Who was at the door?” I heard Jonathan scream as he appeared at the front door. “Guys let her in”

The parted slowly as I stepped in, I giggled left my lips.

“Hey baby” I smiled as I started I kiss him but was cut off by gasping.

“She called him “baby” meaning that they are dating” the toothless boy commented as he walked in between us. I glanced at Johnny as a blush fell on his face

I bent down as I watched the boy, I kissed his cheek before offering my hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” I smiled, he grabbed his cheek before looking at the other boys. He backed away slowly as he gave me a toothless smile. “I think I broke him”

“She’s pretty and funny too” the dark skinned boy commented as he examined for further

“Who was at the door?” A female calls, I stood up quickly spinning around as I saw his mother. “Oh wow!”

She smiles brightly as she looked at me

“You are absolutely beautiful” she commented as she gave me a quick hug “I see you meet the boys”

“Yes, they are very observant” I smiled, she nodded quickly as she looked back at the boys.

“Well come on boys” she clapped as she ushered them into the room. “Clean up this game you have going on”

“I’m Dustin!” The toothless boy called out as he gave me a smile, I smiled back at him.

“She is right you look beautiful” I heard Johnny say, I turned around facing him.

“Thanks, you don’t look half bad yourself” I giggle as I wrapped arms around him.

“We have an audience” he spoke as he flicked his head towards the opening, I peered over my shoulder seeing the boys watching us.

“She just can’t be real” Will commented “I mean, my brother dating her”

“Come on Johnny boy, I’m starving and I think your brother and his friends have a whole bunch of questions for me” I giggled


“How did you meet my brother?” Will questioned

“In Photography class” I smiled as I remembered the memory so fondly. “He was nerdy boy who always had a camera”

Johnny laughed softly before pushing my shoulder lightly as he blushed softly

“Let me get this straight” Lucas stated “You’re dating Byers”

I laughed loudly as I studied his expression, As I nodded slowly to his statement.


After endless questions about me and adorable baby pictures of Jonathan, dinner was finally over.

I peeled off my jacket as I threw on a chair in his room. I peered over my shoulder as I still heard him talking to his mom downstairs. I grabbed the photos that laid on top of his radio.

They were of me, dozens. Pictures that I didn’t know he took. Pictures of me smiling, pictures of me making faces, pictures of me sleeping in class, pictures of me in his room.

How did I not see him taking all these pictures of me.

“You weren’t suppose to see that” I heard his voice behind me, I blushed softly before placing them back down.

“But I did” I spoke softly wondering how many more he has taken “w-when did you take all those”

“I-I- whenever, moments with you were just to precious to just keep as memories, I needed prove a reminder to know that you are real. That someone like you is dating me" he spoke, I smiled softly. “Are you mad?”

I spun around quickly as I watched him for a moment.

“How can I be when you say stuff like that?” I spoke “That was the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me”

He blushed softly as he looked down. I walked over to him, he looked up at me for a moment, without any thought or second of regret. I crash my lips to his, my hands running through his hair.

This moment I knew that I was in love with him. He was a shy, socially awkward boy but he was perfect for me.

“I love you” I whispered against his lips, the words so foreign to me as I spoke them

“I love you too” he smiled as he picked me up, tossing me on the bed. I giggled softly as I pulled him down with me. “I’ve always loved you”

anonymous asked:

omg stop now i'm imagining steve opening up to thor about his crush on sam (because he totally has it) and telling how great sam is and supportive and handsome etc. and at the end he's like "but you can't ever tell Anyone about this ok!!"

!!! think about steve just gushing and he’s blushing like crazy and thor is so damn happy for him and promises not to tell but it’s killing him every time he sees sam because all he wants to do is yell “SAMUEL, STEVEN’S HEART SINGS YOUR PRAISES” or something when he walks past him in the hallways

A Missed Opportunity (Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader x Leo Fitz)

A/N: @iamwarrenspeace I have to admit that even though this imagine really kicked me in the feels when I first read it, when I sat down to write it I was sobbing. The magnitude of this story is just so great when you think about how long Steve knew her and had to do without her. Anyway Happy birthday dear and thank you so much for allowing me to pick your brain for wonderful scenarios to write! I hope you have a fantastic day~ <3 @winterwolf57

Words: 4 461

Prompt: “iamwarrenspeace submitted to imagine-that-cap:The reader is Tony’s niece, she has lived with him for a very long time and somehow in 2011 he sent her back in time. She met Steve and Bucky before Steve went into project rebirth. She also started to fall for Steve, but backed off when she saw how he looked at Peggy. Tony managed to bring her back to the present and after the events of the Avengers Steve asked the reader out.  Steve is spending more time with Sharon and Bucky than her.  He’s started to cancel dates, coming home late, going on more missions, forgetting a lot of things and the reader is just done.  Writers choice how you want to end it, but if you’re comfortable with it, maybe have her married to Leo Fitz from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“So what was it you needed help with again?” you asked as you peered on from your swivel chair in the lab.

“I just need someone to make sure my calculations are correct.” Your uncle replied distractedly. You were certain that J.A.R.V.I.S would do a much more accurate job but you supposed even a man as emotionally elusive as your uncle had the capacity to miss someone.

A description such as this only makes sense when it is explained that your uncle was the world renowned Tony Stark. He was the reckless younger brother of your mother and although you were sure that she loved him quite a bit, his unchanging ways that resembled their father was at times a bit too much for her – which was the exact reason why she lived on the opposite side of the country. After high school she had sent you to live with your uncle due to the fact that you were ‘much too serious’ for your age and hoped that you would not only loosen up in your uncle Tony’s company but that you would perhaps learn a thing or two about how the family business was run.

“You’re not actually going to test that thing out are you?” you asked a half an hour later in disbelief. Whatever it was that Tony was building looked unstable at best.

“Of course I am my dear niece because science is all about trial and error!” the older Stark teasingly chastised you and you became awfully aware that he bore a striking resemblance to those crazy scientists depicted in horror films.

He did a countdown from three and besides the loud buzzing coming from the beast of a machine, an extremely bright light that resembled magnesium burning was the only thing you remember before losing consciousness.

The first thing you hear is the sound of cars however it was not the silent purring you were used to, it was as if you could practically hear them guzzling gas as it traveled. The hooters of said cars were strange as well…almost as if they were coming from vintage vehicles. At that thought your eyes shoot open and you discover something that looked like a film set. Except it was not. It now only clicked that what your uncle was building was a time machine and funnily enough to you, it had to be one of the more ‘normal’ inventions he had ever attempted. That still did not change the fact that you had landed up in a Brooklyn alley in what you assumed was the early nineteen forties. You were thankful that you had decided to wear a dress that morning. It was still unusual for the time, but it made you stick out less like a sore thumb.

Just as you thought that, a grubby looking adolescent man dressed in a yellow shirt and beige pants made his way toward you.

“Hey there toots.” The man with the downright greasy expression walked closer to you.

Of all the things you had to deal with when time travelling to a different era creepy men were definitely not on the top of your list.

Somehow you were struck dumb. Usually you were equipped with at least five good comebacks at any given time – you were a Stark after all- but now, your mind was blank. You supposed it was due to the totally alien environment surrounding you.

“You should leave pal.” Another male voice comes from behind the man. You tried to peer over the man’s shoulder to see who your savior was but you could see nothing. Had you imagined him?

“Oh and what are you gonna do about it pipsqueak?” the other man had turned around and confronted whoever it was standing behind him.

It was in those few seconds that you had caught a glimpse of the small frame and blonde hair that could only belong to one person.

“Steve…” you murmured to yourself. It was him; of course it had to be him. You had so many stories from your grandfather not to mention had visited the Captain America exhibit in Washington, there was no way you would mistake him.

“Fight.” Your eyes snapped up at the response. There was no way he would…

Sure enough, in a blink of an eye a fist fight had broken out. Though he had the heart of a man ten times his size, his physical size did not allow him such illusions of grandeur. As expected, the man in the yellow shirt had all but began to beat Steve into a pulp until a tall and very handsome man dressed in an army uniform came and with one well-placed punch, all but knocked out the man in the yellow shirt. It is when he lifted his head and his cap was out of the way that you recognized the man as Bucky. He was even more attractive than the black and white photographs you had seen over the years.

“Are you alright miss?” Bucky asked after he seemed to deduce what his best friend’s most recent fight was over.

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Thor is the first person who finds out that students are gone in some magic way because the only one witness is Darcy, his girlfriend’s bestie.
Thor shares his suspicions with his friend Steve who propose to investigate this mystery because professors say nothing about missing children.
Steve asks Tony for help and Thor calls Loki and Jane. Together they try to find out who or what kidnaps students.

Magic Avengers AU

anonymous asked:

Tony how do you know it was Bucky? It could have been Peggy.

T: I knew my Aunt Peggy. She talked about Steve. I knew…she wasn’t. She never was. I asked her about him sometimes.

anonymous asked:

Did you hear? Steve Rogers dropped his shield in the last movie, so he may be stepping down as Capt. America. Heard Bucky may be the next captain!

I did see that! I’m not sure how to feel about it, I love Steve but I also love Bucky and I’m just emotionally compromised