No but really Tony’s birthday this year is probably gonna be pretty rough,,, but I just like imagining him being all sad and grumpy and sharp in the morning, on his own in the compound, draining a cup of coffee and getting ready to spend the day alone,,, n then he hears a knock on the door. And ofc he’s like ??? Who the fuck is calling at 8am in the morning?
So he opens the door and he’s scowling and getting ready to tell whichever military goon or SHIELD asshole to piss off, but he’s just met with Peter Parker’s happy little face as he smiles up at Tony. he’s got a fucking balloon in one hand and a cake in the other.
And he’s wearing a motherfucking party hat.
But it just takes Tony by such surprise he temporarily forgets the words ‘piss’ and ‘off’, so Peter just lets himself in, stopping to give Tony a hug first, because the kid is touchy-feely and doesn’t seem to know what boundaries are.
And at first Tony is like “dude,,, don’t u have like. Friends or smthn” but Peter just shrugs and puts on some Star Trek n he’s babbling about science and CGI or whatever the fuck and Tony is still lowkey ???ing but he just lets it slide bc he’s tired and sad and the kid doesn’t look like he’s leaving any time soon.
So they eat cake and watch sci-fi all day instead. And Tony’s still grumpy n sharp but. Parker somehow manages to soften his edges a lil bit.
Summary: Reader steals a sweater from her soft boyfriend Bucky and refuses to give it back so he takes matters into his own hand
You sat on the couch curled up with two toaster waffles and engulfed in your boyfriends sweater. Watching the Sunday cartoons that someone put on you were guessing Thor or Clint. Him being a super soldier was a great gift because all his clothes were huge and acted as a warm blanket at any time.
“y/n!” Bucky called from the bedroom.
“Yes?” You called not looking up from your breakfast.
“Have you seen my sweater?” You looked down and giggled.
“You aren’t wearing it?”
“Why would you say that?”
“I can see you, you know”
“What? No you can’t”
You giggled as you heard him groan and rummage through the closet. Nat who sat next to you giggled and elbowed you.
“you know thats his only sweater right?” she whispered
“oh i know hun, i hid his others” with that she lost it.
“y/n! where is my sweater!” Bucky yelled in frustration thought the compound. He was the only one not at breakfast and you quietly ate your cereal as you wore his sweater. Not the one he was looking for yesterday, a different one from your stash. He came out and ran a hand through his wet hair as he walked out. He saw you in one of his sweaters and glared at you and threatened to throw his phone at you.
“i don’t know dear…” you said as you turned around and faced him.
“Not that one too!” He groaned and grabbed the pot of coffee and rolled his eyes.
Bucky was fed up with you hoarding his sweaters. He found it cute especially when you gave them back and said something along the lines of “they don’t smell like you anymore”. Then a day or two later you would steal them again.
He walked into the training center to see you stretching in one of his sweaters.
“Y/N! your getting it all sweaty!” he groaned and picked you up to get your…his sweater back but you wiggled out of his grip and ran and hid under Sam who was doing pushups.
“Girl leave me out of this” He chuckled and helped you hide from Bucky.
Bucky was fed up. Sure it was cute, but he never had any sweaters. He grabbed all your sweaters and hid them. He grabbed a deep maroon one and zipped it one. It didn’t fit him and it was stretched out but that was the plan.
He walks out of the bedroom and goes to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before going to go train. He knew all eyes were on him as he was wearing a red sweater that was WAY WAY too small for him.
Summary: “Do you ever meet someone and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together?” [Based from this post]
Word count: 884
A/N: I amhorrible at titles
She’s angry because Bucky cares about everyone but himself. That he’d risk his own life without hesitation if it meant keeping everyone else safe. There isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t blame himself. He wallows in self pity making everything so much worse. All he wants to do is redeem himself to the world, to Fury. He wants to pay for the mess he’s made, for the sins he committed.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’ll kill yourself!”
Bucky replies through the comms. “Don’t you think I know that?” Y/N wanted to leave the quintjet but Sam ordered her to stay on guard. She’s anxious and she feels useless knowing that there’s nothing she could do to help.
“There’s something I need to tell you, Buck.”
What better way to tell the man you love him when he decides to jeopardize his life?
“Now isn’t the time, Y/N.” Ragged breathing is heard on the other side of the line with the steady thumping of footsteps through the hallways before he speaks once more. “We did it. We’re on our way back.”
They escape almost instantly, taking uneven breaths as they jog their way through the door. Her eyes are filled with worry, his brown locks stuck to his neck from the sweat and blood, there are cuts on his face and he’s bleeding through his sleeves but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“What is it that you wanted to tell me?” He buckles his seatbelt as they prepare to take off.
She shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”
He’s done enough that the team has forgiven him long ago, that Tony has mentioned at least thrice that he’s family now. But Bucky still thinks otherwise and Y/N knows that no one but himself can change that.
It was during their Sunday barbecue when he catches her staring. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Y/N looks away almost instantly and walks right up to Clint, asking him if he needed help grilling the rest of the meat. Bucky purses his lips, throwing the cigarette butt to the ground before he trudges back inside the compound. Ten minutes pass by when they noticed that he’d disappeared.
She volunteers to go look for him as they all take their seats on the picnic table. It’s no surprise when he is found in his room. His safe place.
"Everyone’s waiting for you. What’s going on?”
"You need to stop, Y/N.” He says quietly.
“I’m sorry?” She stammers as an unsettling feeling wells up inside of her.
Bucky’s hand is clenched on his side, the whirring of metal echoing around the room. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me? There’s no need for you to feel sorry.”
"If you don’t care about yourself, someone should.”
"I didn’t ask you to! I don’t need it Y/N, I don’t need you.” Bucky looks at her with eyes wide open, her lips are trembling and a lump begins to form in his throat. He knows that he’s gone too far.
But it’s too late now. “Just go.”
All has been said and done, because Bucky’s a crashing wave. Calm but destructive. He’s aware of the damage he’s caused.
“Alright.” It’s fucking pathetic— the way she whimpers. The team is silent when she returns. Wanda gives her hand a comforting squeeze and Y/N clears her throat before speaking up. “What did I miss?”
Sam continues his conversation with Scott, questioning him about his choice of skill. “You get to see insects up close then?” He nods his head, obviously irritated when Sam gags in disgust.
“You don’t complain over the webs coming out of Spider-boy. Why doesn’t that bother you?”
“That’s because they aren’t real.” Sam shoots the young man a look. “Right?”
Still chewing on a piece of grilled chicken, Peter manages to answer with a muffled “yes.”
She finds herself by the windowsill soon after lunch was over. A part of her accepts the fact that Bucky would never love her the way she wanted him to. Perhaps choosing to love him in silence is what’s best for both of them. The floorboard creeks behind her causing to lose her train of thought, realizing she had left the door to her bedroom unlocked.
“I’m sorry about earlier. I’m selfish, I know.” The funny thing is that he’s the total opposite. She doesn’t respond, cracking her knuckles instead. It’s a bad habit she’s been trying to break for awhile now. The silence he received was deafening, it was as if he could hear his blood pumping through his veins.
“Do you ever meet someone and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together?” Bucky doesn’t move, his figure still reflecting through the window. Brooding, stiff, uneasy. Their eyes finally meet, her gaze boring into him as she lets out a shaky breath in an attempt to regain her composure. “I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”
Summary: When you found out Steve was cheating on you with Sharon Carter, Bucky was there to help you through it; inevitably, it seems, you and him developed feelings for each other. Now, in a relationship with him for a while, you’re invited to Sharon’s birthday party. Shit goes down.
A/N: I love Steve, I do. And Sharon is probably great. But in this little thing, they both suck.
“Hey Sugar, you sure you’re up for this?” Bucky comes walking into your room, fumbling with his tie and giving the piece a fabric an annoyed look.
“No” you answer honestly as you sweep some wrinkles from your dress that aren’t there, “but I have to face him sometime”
Bucky looks up at that, his tie -hilariously- half tied and shakes his head. “No, you don’t”
He sets his jaw stubbornly, he’s gonna fight you on this.
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After just 4 weeks ‘Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2′ has surpassed the box office gross of the first movie’s entire run both domestically and internationally. The movie has earned $783million worldwide so far, compared to the $773million total for the first movie. It has also surpassed the $333million mark domestically, which was the original movie’s domestic total!