i love how (almost) every time we plot out a stucky fic on tumblr, Bucky is like this absurdly incapable city boy who can't deal with life outside of Brooklyn, gets his survival instincts from television, and who really makes you question the rude awakening he would have gotten being thrown into war. BUT the beauty of it is that I really feel like this is the person he could have been in the right circumstances.
it just feels so RIGHT.
like, as you say in the right circumstances, he would be the guy who gets talked into going on a trip to a farm ‘to experience nature’ and ends up getting attacked by chickens and goats. he returns to brooklyn with one of his ass cheeks hanging out because a billy goat thought his pants were delicious.