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My Rich American Family

by reddit user aliceinvunderland

I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.

Life is hell.

Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.

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one thing I noticed about civil war was this cut where they were all suddenly dressed in their suits so i can only assume

Types as quotes from my college professors

ISTP:

“I don’t like Facebook, just thinking about it makes me upset”

ESTP: 

“A little bit of Monday, a little bit of Wednesday, a little bit of tequilla”

ISFP:

“Your boss, your spouse, your children..” *calls out dramatically with arms outstretched* “Your nation!”

ESFP:

“I tried a dog collar once and barked like a dog until it shocked me. I never did it again”

ISFJ:

 Professor: “What do you do when you can’t find your keys?” 

Student: “slowly, but surely panic”

ESFJ:

“Come back from spring break and I’m gonna have pom poms”

INFJ:

“Poor Mr. Rogers has been inhabitated by an alien”

ENFJ:

“Don’t give loose change to babies… they’ll choke on it”

INTJ:

 “Y’know my last name means unjust one. Keep that in mind during test time”

ENTJ: 

“You can do well on a test regardless if you crammed. *whispers* you horrible person”

ISTJ: 

“People demand to eat hotdogs a certain way. Don’t ask me why. Why should I know?”

ESTJ: 

“Your grade is going to be so low it lowers your High School GPA. A grade so low they take away your High School diploma”

ENFP:

“Green light” *Makes goose noises* (Repeats 4 times) 

INFP:

*Professor looking at a picture of a kid getting bullied* “So this is a picture of my childhood”

ENTP:

“Except there is always a mess.. because.. y’know.. decapitation”

INTP:

“It is when I first watched Mr. Rogers when I hated him” (Professor looks exactly like Mr. Rogers)


-ISFJ 

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Is anyone else getting young Orlando Bloom vibes from Tom’s stache?

pictures from instagram @/tomhollandig

Dating Tom and being a fan of Captain America (Tom Holland headcannon)

-wearing your Cap shield necklace ALL THE TIME
-“You’re dating Spider-man and you’re wearing THAT!” Tom would say shocked, pointing to it
-“Sorry dude. He’s always gonna be my favourite.”
-Tom faking a heart attack after
-his face turning down in mock distaste sometimes when he notices you’re still wearing it
-trying to take it off you but you swat his hand away
-trying to kiss Tom but he says, “Why don’t you go kiss Captain America?”
-smiling and kissing him regardless
-taking him back to your hometown
-“You have this massive shield painted to your wall?!”
-you shrug
-“I was sad. And painting it made me happy.”
-Tom feeling a little bad for being so butt hurt
-kissing the side of your head when you tell him the story of why Cap’s your favourite
-Tom surprising you by taking you to the Avengers: Infinity War premiere
-meeting Chris Evans
-saying “OHMYGOD ITSCHRISEVANS!!!” in the same tone Tom once said “OHMYGOD ITSROBERTDOWNEYJR” in an interview
-touching Chris to make sure he’s real
-“Can I touch your left boob?”
-Chris laughing loudly and shrugging
-you wanting to SO BADLY but refraining from touching his left boob
-Tom getting a little jealous that all your attention was on Chris
-Chris noticing and mentioning that you and Tom make a good couple
-“He talks about you all time! It’s actually getting annoying.”
-smiling at Tom because he really was the best
-Tom smiling back because of how happy you looked
-taking a picture of the two of you
-setting it as your lock screen immediately
-“I just met Captain America! I JUST MET STEVEN GRANT ROGERS!”
-“You’re happy?”
-nodding vigorously and then more or less attacking him with a kiss
-making out to a chorus of cameras clicking

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“well i think its my hotel so i should get to stay in the suite with her.” Tony stated.

“but im more qualified as a protector.” Steve answered.

“oh yeah, says who?” Tony took a step towards Steve. 

Hawkeye got between the two, “ok guys, who are we fighting over?” he eyed the pictures of you on the table and laughed, “i get it now.”

Ten Years (Part 13 - End!)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,380 ( I mean…)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: I hope you guys love the fluff. Thanks for sticking with me, and for reading, and for all your sweet messages. <3

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by e2barryallen

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Brooklyn, 1940

Steve Rogers had been eying a 35mm Kodak in the store window for months. He’d never said anything about it though, because he knew times were tough and there was NO WAY he could scrape up 17 whole dollars for it.
But Steve didn’t need to say anything because Bucky saw every lingering gaze each time they walked passed that window and he swore to himself that he’d get it for him no matter how he had to do it.
Over the next few months, Bucky worked tons of overtime at the factory and any other odd job he could find. Didn’t matter what it was. If he didn’t know how to do it, he’d learn. Any sort of car repair, any and all house/apartment fixes, shoe shining.
He even pawned a few things he probably wouldn’t miss too much.
As Steve’s birthday neared, Bucky had finally scraped and saved enough to buy the camera, and even had enough left over to buy a couple new paint brushes and a new pad of paper.
“What’s this Buck?” Steve said tentatively, eyeing the package on the table in their kitchen on the morning of July 4, 1941.
“Thought we didn’t have the money for any birthday presents this year.” Steve questioned with an arched brow.
“Just open it.” Bucky coaxed, with a soft but eager smile. He held the paper and brushes behind his back to reveal after the camera.
Steve eyed him suspiciously for a moment more before stepping up to the table and examining the brown paper wrapped cube.
He carefully pulled on the tape holding the paper flaps one by one until the paper fell open, revealing the boxed camera inside.

Steve immediately froze. His mouth slowly dropped open as he blinked and stared at it.
It couldn’t possibly be… maybe it’s just the box and there’s something else inside it.

“W-,” Steve’s voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat and began again. “What’s inside?” He whispered, with a tentative look back up at Bucky, who was gazing at him expectantly.
“Open it up and see.” Bucky said with a laugh.
Steve’s nimble fingers slipped under the top flap and lifted slowly, like he was scared something was gonna come out and bite him.
As he saw that it truly was the camera sitting in the box, he felt tears prickling at his eyes.
There’s no way…
“Buck…” Started Steve, but his throat was too tight to speak further, so he just looked up at him with glistening eyes.
“Happy birthday Stevie.” Bucky said as he placed the pad of paper and two brushes on the table as well.
Steve threw his small frame against Bucky’s in the tightest hug he could manage. As he stumbled back a couple steps, Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve and held onto him.
“How?” Steves small voice was muffled against Bucky’s chest.
“Don’t worry about it.” Was all Bucky said.
Steve would press more about it later, but right now he was too eager to try it out.

After finally letting go, Steve immediately went to the table to position the film inside the camera, pushing aside the paper and brushes for later in his excitement.
He’d apparently been researching everything about this camera long before now and was already well aware of how it worked.
He scrambled out the door, down the stairs and skidded to a stop outside their apartment building dragging Bucky behind him all the way.
Steve walked out and stood several feet away from Bucky and brought the camera up to look through the view finder at him.
“Come on Stevie.. what are you doin with that thing? You don’t need no pictures of me.” He grumbled.
Steve ignored him and continued fiddling with the knobs and switches until he had it where he wanted it and looked up eagerly at Bucky.
Bucky sighed and let his arms drop by his sides in defeat.
“Fine… so whaddya want me to do.” Bucky conceded.
“Just stand there and stay still.” Steve answered as he looked through the view finder and squared up his shot.
“That’s it? I feel like an idiot.” Bucky flatly uttered.
“Well that’s a coincidence, cause you look like an idiot too.” Steve teased, as he snapped the picture.

  • Steve, Bucky, and Thor chilling after a battle, sharing some of Thor’s special brew because they’re the only ones who can handle it.
  • Thor setting the hammer on a table and grinning at Steve, Care for another try?
  • Steve shrugging good-naturedly and taking hold of the handle. Sure, why not.
  • Thor watching nervously while pretending not to be nervous.
  • Steve budging the hammer.
  • Thor LOLing.
  • It would seem that you are still simply unworthy, Captain.
  • Bucky snorting, tossing back the rest of his drink, and stepping up next to Steve. Are you kidding me? Move aside, Rogers.
  • Bucky grabbing the handle with his metal arm and pulling and pulling and glaring and looking to Steve.
  • Give me a hand.
  • That’s not how it works, Buck.
  • Just get over here, ya punk.
  • Steve grabbing hold just above Bucky’s clenched fist.
  • Thor LOLing in the background.
  • Bucky and Steve getting ready, Steve beginning with On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3–
  • And the hammer lifts off the table so easily that the two stumble back, shocked, hands still clasped one above the other.
  • Silence.
  • Bucky and Steve hold the hammer in the air and look at Thor in unison.
  • Thor stares wide-eyed.
  • Well, he begins after a few more moments, … if there are no pictures, it never happened.
  • Bucky yelling for Nat or Sam to get their butts in the room to take a photo before Thor can call the hammer back to him and growling Don’t let go Steve for fuck’s sake DON’T LET GO–
Assistant to the Captain pt. 3

Prompt: Natasha convinced Steve he needs an assistant even though he’s convinced he can do it all himself. He gives in and that’s where you come in.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2285

Warnings: slow burn

A/N: ah. my slow burn aka my favorite way of torturing you all. enjoy this next part. it’s kinda long compared to what i normally do, but i’m sure that’s all right with you all. enjoy! (:

Tagging: still open

Tagged: @lobathenerd @wildestdreamsrps @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye @bluebird214 @sailorkeann@oldpaperfan @flowerista @moonofhisheart @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @alexmollineaux

Part 2

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Originally posted by christophers-haven-evans

Saturday, a day off. The week felt long because you were learning the ropes and learning everyone’s personalities. But then again, it felt short because of those exact things. You’d met Tony Stark and a younger woman named Wanda as the week went on. You were surprised that with this job— one that was constantly demanding and changing— you got the weekends off. It was a perk. It enabled you to make plans with your family. And that’s exactly what you had planned. It was 6am when you left your house, ready to make the three hour drive to the suburb your family lived in. You had a breakfast date with all of them. And with Derek, your boyfriend.

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I’m not a Stony shipper but I really love the idea of Tony and Steve being total dads to Peter, so I picture more of the peacefully-separated parents vibe. Like, Tony and Pepper get him half of the weekends, and Steve and Bucky get him the other half. They all spoil him because they want to be the favorite parents. Tony takes him to amusement parks and cool science museums; Steve takes him to sci-fi/fantasy conventions (because the process of catching up on pop culture when he came out of the ice involved getting hooked on a BUNCH of geek stuff) and teaches him to ride a horse. Every once in a while they grudgingly (not really) get together for a full-family dinner. I just really like this concept.

Steve and the Sokovia Accords

I keep seeing a lot of posts about how Steve was in the wrong in CACW because while Tony had a plan, Steve didn’t offer any alternative to it, he was just like NOPE. The thing is though, something that immediately struck me when I watched the movie was the timing of everything. Ross and Tony bring Steve and the others the Accords THREE DAYS before they are to be signed. Those Accords were not drafted, approved and supported by 117 countries in a week. This was 100% intentional. This is also very, very common in American politics. When politicians want to pass a bill they don’t want people to look at closely, they schedule votes at weird times or when a large # of people are away from the Hill (Capital Hill). So you get these 11th hour bills that are hundreds of pages long that no one has had a chance to read, ask questions about, or negotiate on about changes. These bills are stuffed with completely unrelated stuff that gets passed as well because the whole thing has to be signed off on/approved. It’s called “pork barreling.” Those are the questions Steve tries to bring up to the group. When he’s like ‘what happens when…?’ And Tony brushes aside his concerns like ‘oh, I’m sure we’ll get to make changes later when everything dies down.’ But Steve is like what are we agreeing to NOW though? And practically as soon as they are given the “generous” 3 day warning, Peggy dies. Steve flies off to London and everything goes to hell. What time is there to propose or discuss an alternative plan??

The timing was 100% intentional to make sure the Avengers would be subject to the Accords as written–no matter what was lurking on the bottom of page 440 in fine print. Steve is 100% right to be suspicious. This is one of the dirty tricks of American politics that Steve would be totally aware of. And sure, maybe there’s a chance that everything was above board, reasonable, and so on, but you would NEVER sign a thing like that w/o actually checking/reading it. that would be foolish. I mean, did we forget that Project Insight was authorized and approved by The World Council? I guarantee you that Steve hasn’t. I absolutely believe that Steve would have been willing to talk everything out, negotiate, listen to everyone’s pov, and really consider everything carefully…but there’s no time given to do that. It’s all last minute, non-negotiable, and shady. Steve is a master tactician, natural leader, and a reasonable, thoughtful person who is a Big Picture thinker. It’s weird that people just assume he rejects the Accords because he’s being childish or something. That’s not Steve Rogers at all. 

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Prompt: Reader is a reporter who gets the interview of a lifetime.

A/N: Yikes. hopefully this will be okay until I have enough time to get something better out? hah.. :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

An exclusive with Bucky Barnes. 

As a young reporter, you had started from the very bottom. You grabbed coffees, fetched papers, and did everything you can to work you way up to the top. 

You hadn’t found yet that story that would skyrocket you to the top. Every good reporter had that story that helped everyone believe that they were ready for headlining articles. 

Bucky Barnes was your ticket. 

Interviewing The Winter Soldier, who after decades has finally broken his silence. There was no better article, and you were glad that you were the one who nabbed it. 

You straightened out your pencil skirt and made your way into the elevator, making sure your press pass was visible to everyone. 

As you expected, every floor was offices and cubicles which somewhat confused you because you heard of the penthouse at the top of the tower that housed the Avengers. It was supposed to be marvelous and these offices didn’t show much. 

You clutched the tape recorder to your body, smiling once you finally hit the top floor. 

Before the doors opened, the elevator stopped abruptly. “State your name and business.” A robotic voice said, almost causing you to drop your things. 

“U-uh, (Y/F/N), reporter for the New York Times and here to interview Bucky Barnes.” Your sentence became less shaky with every word, clearing your throat at the end and straightening your posture. 

A moment had passed and the elevator doors opened. 

You blew out a breath and stepped your right foot forward. As your heels clicked against the floor, you followed the slightly narrow passage way to the end, where you were greeted by the famous Vision. 

“Hello miss, may I take your coat for you?” 

You were at a loss for words, only allowing him to slip the coat off of your shoulders and watching as he hung it up. He motioned for you to follow him.

“You must have been very persuasive to have Mr. Barnes say yes to you.” He spoke politely and quietly, causing you to smile. 

“I try my best. Persistence is key in the art of journalism.” You responded, seeing him nod his head and hold his hand out to the open room in front of you. 

You walked into it and sat down at the desk, crossing your legs as Vision told you Bucky would be with you in just a moment. 

All of your items were laid out neatly in front of you, your foot tapping softly while you examined the room. 

Just as you were about to turn around, you saw Bucky Barnes enter the room. 

A gasp fell from your lips, his sudden presence startling you despite the fact that you expected him. 

You cleared your throat, “Hello Mr. Barnes. I’m-” 

“(Y/F/N), I’m glad you came.” Bucky’s smile was warm and inviting, sitting across from you and folding his hands in front of you. 

His metal hand sparkled in the slight sunshine through the paneled windows. You were suddenly aware of your breathing, attempting to calm your quickly beating heart. Nervousness fluttered through your belly, and you felt nauseous. 

“Right, shall we get started?” You asked, opening your notepad to look at your questions. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you fiddle with your tape recorder and pressed record. 

You swallowed, floored by his attractive features. You had seen pictures, but nothing compared to the real thing. “What exactly to remember about your fall off that train?” 

“You waste no time in getting to the juicy details,” Bucky chuckled, “I don’t remember much. I have bits and pieces there but nothing really that could put the puzzle together.” 

You nodded, smiling softly at his somewhat happy persona. You were glad to see that he had moved on from such a traumatizing event. “Everyone has heard Mr. Rogers’ side of the story, but do you remember anything from the train itself?” 

“Again, it’s bits and pieces. However, I do remember kicking some ass,” his statement had caused a small giggle to escape your mouth, “and I remember Steve’s face as I was hanging off of the train. After that, it’s mostly blank.” 

Bucky’s mood had shifted slightly, though he tried to play it off. 

“Do you remember anything from the HYDRA lab? Who had put your arm on you, who had pulled you from the snow?” 

“No comment.”

Bucky’s response jarred you, causing you to look over your questions again and find a less intrusive one. 

“You were a prisoner of war at one point, a German tank had invaded your unit and taken all of you to someone named Colonel Lohmer. What did he do to you?” You asked, Bucky’s eyes widening as he coughed quietly. 

So much for less intrusive.

“That’s when they injected me with a serum, the same one that was put in Steve. However, Steve’s was a willing subject and I was tied down to a steel bed and was pricked with needles until I couldn’t feel a thing anymore.” Bucky muttered, shifting in his seat. 

You were surprised by his sudden urge to open up, causing you to tilt your head, “Who was Arnim Zola, in your eyes?” 

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, “A monster.” 

“What did he do?” You decided to take a different approach to the question you had asked before. 

Bucky bit his lip, thinking over his wording, “He tortured me, he brainwashed me, he caused so much pain and suffering in my life that when I was me, I didn’t know if I wanted to be me anymore. I had no out, for 60 years.” 

You blinked back your tears and sighed softly, regretting this interview for the sole fact that you didn’t want to make him relive those horrendous memories, but you had to carry on. 

“When Steve found you in Bucharest, what did it feel like?”

“I was terrified,” he blew out a breath of air, “I barely remembered the guy. I read about him in a museum and that’s where all my information had come from. I didn’t know if it was a trick to lure me in, so I ran.” 

“And when did you start regaining your memory of him?” 

“When he and Tony were on the fritz.” He smiled, shaking his head and wordlessly allowing you a ticket into his mind. 

You were glad that you were able to change the subject, still getting great material for the article without bothering him. “Is he still your best friend?” 

“Easily.” He whispered, leaning forward on the desk and grinning at you. You smiled when his eyes met yours, his baby blues causing you to melt at the sight. 

After a moment of you not saying anything, Bucky spoke up, “Do you have a best friend?” 

Bucky’s hand reached for the recorder and pressed pause, your breathing picking up as he did so. “U-uhm, why do you ask? This interview is for you, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Can this be off the record?” Bucky murmured, staring into your eyes and ignoring your question. 

You wordlessly nodded, watching him intensely. 

“Ever since I saw you entering this building, I have been immensely attracted to you.” 

Your jaw dropped, not expecting this from him at all. He reached forward, taking two fingers and closing you jaw. 

“I allowed this interview because many people had asked before, but none were as persistent as you. They usually gave up after a few failed attempts, but you just kept trying. I had to see the person behind the emails.” Bucky’s admission made you lean back and attempt to relax on the back of the chair. 

“You agreed to the interview because you wanted to see who I was?” 

Bucky nodded.

“Well are you pleased with what you see, Mr. Barnes?” You whispered, watching as he took your hand in his. Your breathing was staggered, this certainly wasn’t a story you wanted to tell. 

“Very much so.” Bucky’s lips turned up into a sly grin, your pulse racing as he stood up from his seat. 

All thoughts of the interview had left your mind as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and felt Bucky brush your hair neatly behind your ear. 

Bucky smirked, his hand resting gently on your cheek as his lips met yours. 

It was happening all so fast, his hands roaming your body and your fingers interlocked tightly in his hair. He was quick to lift you from your seat and set you on the table, your thighs on either side of his waist, keeping him close to you. 

His scent was almost intoxicating, you felt like you didn’t have control over your body and you just floated above, watching the two of you and feeling heat creep up your neck as your chest heaved with anticipation. 

“What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 


The white sheets surrounded you two as you finally awoke from your sleep.

Bucky’s arms had kept you close to his chest, the metal of his hand feeling cool against the skin of your stomach. 

You heard quiet snores from behind you, his nose buried in your hair. 

You took a moment to reflect on how you had gotten here in the first place. It was confusing to say the least, but you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. 

You carefully unwrapped yourself from his grip, reaching for your blouse and slipping it over your shoulders. 

As you stood up from the bed, Bucky noticed your movement, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

A smile spread across your lips, “I’m going to go write my story.” 

You turned back and saw Bucky wiping the sleep out of his eyes, “No you’re not. You think I sleep with a girl and just kick her out?” He stood and walked to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your lips, “You gotta think me more of a gentleman, darlin’.” 

“So that part of the rumors is true.” 

“Hmm?” 

“You make a woman swoon just by the twinkle in your eye.” You said, feeling Bucky’s hands button up your shirt for you. 

He finished up, handing you your skirt, “You can write your story but after we get some breakfast.” 

You followed him out of the door and slowly slipped past all the other doors in the penthouse. 

A giggle left your throat as Bucky gripped your hand tighter in yours, “We have to be quiet so no one asks questions.” 

You grinned, nodding your head and watching as he opened the door to the kitchen. 

Bucky bumped into the table, causing you to laugh and cover your mouth once he shushed you. “Sorry!” you whispered. 

Just as you and Bucky looked up, you saw Clint with the newspaper in his hands and cereal in his mouth as he stared with shock at you two. 

“Oh boy.” You said, stepping behind Bucky and hiding your blush. 

“Is that the reporter?!” Clint yelled, cereal spilling from his mouth. Bucky nodded. 

“You fucked the reporter?” 

“Clint!” Bucky yelled, causing you to stifle your giggles as Clint had milk drip from his mouth. 

Clint rolled his eyes, “When you said you thought she was hot I didn’t think that you’d be able to get her into your bed the same night.” 

You finally spoke up, “Bucky works in mysterious ways.” 

“Hey Clint I found that-” Tony walked into the room, cut off by your presence. You were shell shocked, suddenly faced with 3 of the Avengers in one room. 

“Oh my god he fucked the reporter.” Tony said, his eyes wide as he held an item in his hands. “Tony!” Bucky yelled, your hands now over your mouth to keep your laughs in. 

Soon enough, you were faced with Bruce, Steve, and Vision, who had come into the kitchen after hearing a commotion between Bucky and Tony. 

Steve was the first to speak directly to you, “Uh, hi. You a friend of Bucky’s?” 

You nodded, “You could say that.” 

“I see the interview went well.” Vision said, his lips turned up into a small smirk. Your jaw dropped, as Steve had put two and two together. “You’re the-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you only nodded, shrugging your shoulders. 

Bucky and Tony had stopped bantering long enough for you to speak, “I’m just gonna go. Sorry for all this-” 

“Nonsense,” Bruce muttered, “You’ll have breakfast here. Everyone who wakes up here stays for breakfast. It’s a rule.” 

“Fair enough.” You muttered, the awkwardness diminishing as people walked towards the table. 

Bucky took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly while you took a deep breath.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was the start to a very, very strange relationship. 

That nomad suit....

I was totally getting stuff done, and then the RBB Slack chat was its usual self, and this stupid thing was written…


Bucky wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at, and it turned out that staring wasn’t making the situation any clearer.  Sam noticed the blank look on Bucky’s face, and the distant gaze in his eyes, and came to stand next to him.

“You still with us, killer?”  Sam asked, pulling Bucky out of his head.

“Huh?” Bucky asked, turning his head quickly toward Sam,  “Yeah, i’m just… What is he even wearing?”  

Sam looked across the yard where Steve was painting some piece of furniture, and understood Bucky’s confusion.

As far as Sam could guess, he was in the tightest black button up shirt Sam had ever seen him in, which he had apparently only been able to close the bottom two buttons of, and seemed to be trying to hold them closed with a bright yellow belt.  That was just the beginning.   

Steve was also wearing yoga pants which hid exactly nothing, and that Sam was trying not to think about and failing at horribly.  He was also wearing bright yellow rain boots that came halfway to his knees, and the yellow rubber gloves that were normally near the kitchen sink.

“Yeah…  I can’t explain that either.”  Sam finally admitted, continuing to stare alongside Bucky.

“That ass though.”  Bucky said.

“And that chest.” Sam said.

“And the way the shirt makes a perfect window for his tits,” Bucky added.

Sam could only nod.

Sam pulled out is phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Nat.

‘How hard do you think it would be to get him into one of your old cat suits’, read the accompanying caption.

Her reply was immediate.

‘5 minutes. Just tell him it’s some new super stretchy fabric Tony designed and we’re wondering how stretchy it actually is.’

This is a sneak peek of my part of the collaboration with the incredible @lucidnancyboy. Working with them is such a wonderful and inspirational experience that I’ve been in a perpetual state of excitement over the last weeks. XD It got so “bad” that instead of only giving them the initial first drawing I couldn’t stop myself from drawing four more pictures for their story… at least it were still four on the last count >.<

Winter Shadow - chapter 2

Work was really slow today so you get two chapters. Hope that’s OK, sorry. 

And all credit to @pixierox101 for the idea, not me xx

They woke at dawn wrapped around each other, bare skin cold in the unheated lodge. No time, or need, for words: they would be expected at the base and lateness would be punished.  They both dressed, strained and tired muscles complaining at the movement but disregarded, pain too familiar a companion to attend to.

He led the way, as always, out onto the hillside, skirting the treeline to stay out of view of early risers, but there was no one around.  They walked for four hours in silence before stopping to drink from a meltwater stream coming down the mountainside. The sun was hot on their backs now, the cool water a blessing as they cupped their hands and poured it over their heads.

They were used to spending time together without talking, their connection not needing words, more primal than language, so she was surprised when he spoke her name as they walked off. He stopped, and waited for her to catch up from her customary position a pace behind.  Walking side-by-side felt unfamiliar but comfortable, as if there was a half-forgotten memory of walking down a woodland path with someone once. She watched him, waiting to see what he needed to say.

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In which Tony is me. Bumblebees love rhododendrons btw.


“This is lovely, Tony,” Bruce said, looking around the garden with appreciative eyes.

“Yeah, Mom was really proud of it,” Tony said, putting his hands on his hips. “I think it helped with her depression, just sitting out here and smelling the flowers.”

Natasha looked up from poking at some irises. “And you decided to show us your mother’s special place?”

Tony shrugged uncomfortably, scratching his chin. “She would want people to see it. And the Tower’s in shambles right now since Doom tore it apart, and the mansion is… depressing.”

“Thanks, Tony,” Bruce cut in, sitting down on a nearby stone bench and looking at the garden again. “It’s… nice.”

Tony looked at his mother’s azaleas. “Well, I wasn’t just gonna let it go to rot. Mom would have hated that.”


The rhododendrons bloomed. Steve had always had trouble drawing plants where their flowers clumped together. Still, the sun was shining, there was a nice breeze, and Bucky, though sullen, was curled up beside him on a bench. It was a… good day.

“Bumble bumble bumble.”

Steve paused. He felt Bucky stiffen beside him and leaned over a little to press their shoulders together.

“Bumble bumble. Hello bumbles. NO okay yes hello please stop.”

Steve patted Bucky on the shoulder before he stood and began circling the rhododendron. He couldn’t help a smile when he heard Bucky’s footsteps behind him. It wasn’t often that his friend made a decision to move forward instead of wait cautiously. Steve paused to peer around the bush, helpfully lowering one shoulder when he felt Bucky leaning against his back.

Tony was frowning at the screen of his phone. As they watched, a bumblebee floated past him. He lifted his phone quickly, brows furrowing together. “I gotchu bumble.” The bumblebee floated back toward him, and the brunet made a keening noise of fright. “No thank you. I am just trying to take pictures for Rhodey PLEASE STOP.” He cringed. The bumblebee bumped harmlessly off his arm and continued meandering on. Tony watched it for a moment before blurting out, “Ha! You better run!”

Bucky snorted.

Tony let out a startled noise and nearly flung his phone. “Yeek!”

“Sorry,” Steve said immediately when the brunet turned betrayed eyes on him. “We just heard you and wanted to know, uh. Well. What you were doing, I guess.”

“…I’m taking pictures of bumblebees for Rhodey,” Tony answered primly. “Because Mom always used to joke about bumblebees in her rhodies.”

“That’s sweet,” Bucky said, looking amused.

Tony drew himself up indignantly. “I’m very sweet!”

“You’re so weird,” Steve said fondly. “Did you get a good shot?”

Tony scowled at him suspiciously before looking back at his phone. “…Yes.” He frowned, tapping at his phone for a moment. “He won’t be able to answer until later though.”

Steve glanced at the rhododendron. “Well, Buck and I were just enjoying the day. You could sit with us for a while.”

“Well,” Tony mumbled. “…I should probably get back to work.”

“Maybe you’ll get a better picture of the bumblebees if you’re not harassing them,” Bucky suggested.

Tony hesitated again. “…Well. I guess I could for a few minutes.”

He ended up staying for an hour, furiously tapping on his phone whenever there was a particularly large cluster of bees in sight. Bucky even tried to help him by lifting Tony up to take a higher shot. It was nice.

“Bye, bumbles,” Tony said when he was ready to leave, then flushed bright red.

“I think it’s nice that you talk to them,” Steve began, but the brunet just squeaked and hustled away.

anonymous asked:

Bucky discovering the hard way that since his metabolism is faster thanks to the serum, whenever he has caffeine he gets an intense energy high for all of five minutes before he crashes, hard. Steve lasts a little longer, but the result is the same. They once dared each other to down three espressos and by the time they were done, they had figured out how to scale the tower using Paracord and made it thirteen stories up before Bucky passed out. Both of them claimed to hear colors.

oh my god this made me laugh ahahha I picture them speaking fast and just like, running around like 5 year olds 

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