One day, all the main actors of MARVEL will have completed their contracts and moved on to do other movies. We’ll be left with Loki, Bucky, and Sam, whose actors have 9-movie contracts but who have all only been in 3 movies each.
When that time comes we will get a new series of MARVEL movies…
Bucky and Sam vs. Loki: This Guy Again
Sam and Loki vs. the Winter Soldier: Why Are We Still Here
Sam vs Bucky: Who Will be the Next Captain America? (Hint: It’s Loki)
Of course, Robert Downey Junior’s contract will never end because there can never be another Tony Stark in our lifetimes. Maybe he’ll get to judge who will be America’s Next Top Captain. “You call that Captain America? Come on, you haven’t even jumped out of a window yet! Show me some self-righteous bullheadedness, boys.”
A few years
in into being an official member of the Avengers, Bucky thinks he’s got
everything figured out.
accords fiasco and his homecoming, Bucky seems to think that joining the
Avengers is the only way he can redeem himself for the harm he’s caused with
HYDRA and so he falls just right into the team with his skills, being assigned
to special and specific missions by Steve and Natasha.
Romania, many things has changed for him – now he’s back in America with his
best-friend by his side, a new arm that doesn’t feel like a dirty reminder of
his past and a mind to call his own thanks to T’Challa and the wakandan doctors.
He’s no longer considered a fugitive, he doesn’t have to worry about looking
for his back anymore and he’s glad about having a proper roof upon his head for
he’s got everything figured out until
he’s assigned to a mission in Germany.
memories of his past hits him hard as he enters the shady lab, originally meant
to experiment on humans and mutants but now looking recently abandoned at the
word of the Avengers arrival. And even though the atmosphere is way too
familiar for his own comfort, Bucky is set and focused to finish the mission.
until the hears the soft cries of a baby coming from one of the cells.
Request: “Could you do a Bucky soulmate story? Like the au with the countdown to the moment you meet your soulmate, but Bucky doesn’t have it because his arm is gone so the reader freaks out a little bit. But it’s all ok in the end. Like super fluffy fluff… maybe leads to smut, whatever you’re feeling.”
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Eventual)
Word Count: 3495
A/N: So I was going to wait a little longer to post this but I promised you two fics this week so I am going to give you two. This will probably only have two or three parts, so it’s not going to be super long, but I’m excited for you to read it. I am also almost done with the next part of Never Forget You, so there’s that to look forward to too. I love you guys and I hope you enjoy! (P.S. I’m just going to tag the people on my marvel series lists, so let me know if you don’t want to)
Warnings: Lots of fluff, a little bit of angst, fighting, violence
The numbers never changed. In the twenty-six years and eight months that I had been alive, the numbers never changed. I thought that something was wrong for a long time, but as I got older I just kind of gave up. Especially when I entered the war.
But here I was, strapped down to table, a POW, a victim to Zola’s experiments, and all I could think about were these dumb numbers on my arm.
Where ever I was, something was happening. There was a lot of noise coming from outside but I couldn’t really concentrate on anything. I tried calling out to someone but I didn’t really have the strength to make it any louder than a murmur.
Then Zola came back into the room, grabbing whatever he could off his desk before he ran out again. I was asking him to let me go, but I don’t think he heard me.
At that point I just expected that this was it, you know, the place sounded like it was under fire and I was strapped down to a table somewhere in a building far away from the other POWs. Not to mention that everyone probably thought we were dead. But boy was I wrong.
Summary: Bucky recently broke up with his girlfriend and now its your job to pick up the pieces
Words Count: 687, just a lil drabble
Genre: slightly angsty, nothing too bad
So my last fic actually got notes! thought i might as well do another one :) Also, I’m still super new so if y’all have fic ideas, don’t hesitate to request fics! Don’t forget to follow like and reblog, I’m loving all the notes<3
not my gif but oHMYgOd how cute is he in this gif??
You woke up to the sound of cupboards slamming down the hall. As you flip over onto your side, you look at your alarm clock and groan. It’s 2:30 in the morning. Who in the right god damn mind is slamming cupboards in the middle of the night??
You sit up and stretch out your back, ready to give whoever it was a piece of your mind. You stand up and mentally prepare what you’re going to say as you walk down the hall to the tower’s kitchen, but what you find there shocks you.
“Bucky?” you ask alarmed, “what the hell are you doing on the floor covered in corn flakes? I thought you were staying with Clair tonight?”
He looks up at you with eyes full of tears,”(y/n)..”
Shit, not again.
“she broke up with me, she said this time for good” he said turning his head to the refrigerator. They had been like this for over a year. They would be on and happy for awhile, then the fights would start, and then you would find him distraught and pick up his pieces just in time to watch him run back to her arms. It made it all the worse that you were madly in love with the man, he couldn’t see it and if the rest of the team did, they did one hell of a job hiding it.
You lean down, “’comon buck, lets go. Get up, we’re going to the couch.” He wasn’t drunk but he might as well have been, he was too upset to function. You finally get him on the couch then ran out of the room only to return with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. You sit down and pour him a drink.
He takes a sip the starts,”I don’t know why the hell I put up with this, she obviously doesn’t love me, so why do I keep going back to her” he mumbles.
Funny, you thought, Iwas just thinking the same thing…
You didn’t say anything, just grunted and leaned back. “(y/n), your a girl right?Why are girls like this? No one is here for me like you and Steve are. God I miss her, but she just didn’t understand! Hydra and the Winter Soldier aren’t something I can just forget and move on from!”
I understand.. You think.
“I don’t know.. Was it my fault? Was I to difficult to deal with? Maybe I talked too much, she said I do that a lot..” he said. You grab his chin and made sure he was looking in your eyes.
“James Buchanan Barnes, don’t you dare let me hear you say that again. This is not your fault. If she cannot handle your past, she doesn’t deserve your future. Someone who actually loved you would stick by you, faults and all, as long as you needed them. Sure you talk a lot, but I have never found it annoying have I? No. You know why?” Because I love you! “Because I’m your best god damn friend and those flaws she saw are just the different strokes that make up the masterpiece of you. She didn’t deserve you before and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve you now,” I do… “You got that?” you ask.
He looks at you with those damn puppy dog eyes that makes your heart melt and smiles, “Thanks (y/n), you’re a true friend. Wanna turn on some friends and forget that tonight happened?”
You smile lightly back, “yeah Buck, sure. you set it up and I’m going to clear up your attempt at cereal of of the floor, I’ll be back.”
“thanks doll!” he said back, seemingly forgetting the moment you both just shared.
That night, you stayed up all night and ranted about the world. The next morning Bucky got a call from Clair and they made up as always. He forgets the pain she caused and You try to bury your feelings down as far as you can.
Because, I’m just a true friend right? Who would I be to tear them apart with my selfish desires…
Summary: Reader drops her towel for Bucky when he steals her clothes after a shower. ;)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of nudity, language.
It’s early on a Sunday morning, around 7AM, and I’m already up and in the living room having breakfast. Which is highly unusual for me, I’m usually never awake before 9AM unless we have a mission. Which today, I do not. No one is down here, which is strange. Steve is the earliest bird we have here, followed closely by Bucky and no one is here.Shrugging, I sit down at the kitchenette, eating my favorite brand of cereal. I’m about halfway through with it when the elevator dings, turning to see who will be joining me, I’m welcomed with a very pleasing sight of Bucky, covered in sweat, in running shorts and a tank top, with his hair in a bun.
‘Oh, fuck me running Mr. Barnes.’ When he sees me, he gives me half a grin.
“Good morning, (Y/N).” He come in the kitchen, across from me and going to the fridge, before fishing out the milk.
“Good morning, Buck.” He turns around, setting his own bowl, milk and cereal down.
“You’re not with the others today?” I raise my eyebrow.
“I didn’t even know they went anywhere.” Slightly confused, and a little offended they didn’t tell me anything.
“Yeah, they went on a mission. Shouldn’t be too long they said, they should be back by this afternoon.” Hmm. I’m still not happy with them, but what can you do?Bucky hasn’t been allowed to go on missions yet, seeing as he could lose control and turn into the Winter Soldier again, and we want to avoid as many casualties as we possibly can, so until he finishes the proper training he’s stuck on the compound. He of course doesn’t like it, he feels useless. I don’t know how many times we’ve all had to tell him he’s not. He usually goes on long runs when we leave, as to release some pent up frustrations. I don’t blame him. He just wants to be out there with everyone else, risking his life also.
“No, they didn’t tell me. I don’t know why, maybe they wanted me to spend some time with you.” He shrugs.
“Possibly.” He agrees, and continues to eat his cereal.
“I’m gonna go shower, wanna conserve water?” I wink in his direction when he looks up at me. This type of flirting is normal for us, although it’s never really gone anywhere, unfortunately. He chokes on his cereal and I break out into a fit of laughter.
“I’m just kidding, Barnes. Calm down.” I pat him on the back, and head to my room to shower.
Showering is probably my favorite activity of my everyday life, it’s an escape from reality, relaxing, and an excuse to just let go every worry you have. I tend to let my mind wonder so much, that someone could sneak up on me in the restroom and I’d never even know it. Which, as a matter of fact, is my predicament now. Stepping out of the shower, I realize my clothes are gone.
“FUCK.” Going out into my room, looking, maybe I left them on my bed. No go, of course not. Bucky. Fucking Bucky, of course he did.
“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” I hear nothing, of course. It’s not like I was expecting a response. I’m just letting him know I know he took them, and I’m coming for him.Why don’t I just put new clothes on you ask? The bastard put steel locks on my wardrobe, so I can’t change. I’m clad in nothing but a towel, and I’m going to find him. Fuck it, I got no shame.
“James, you better give me my clothes back or I swear to God you’ll be needing a new arm!” Going to the last place I saw him, the kitchen. I don’t get there, however. I see he’s in the living room, watching TV. With my clothes next to him. He knows I see him. He’s freshly showered in jeans and an old U.S. Army T-shirt. He looks good.He turns to me, grinning. He stands up, my clothes under his metal arm.
“New arm, huh? Come on princess, you’re not gonna fight me like that.” Cocky bastard, he thinks he knows me.
“You know what? You’re right. I can’t fight you in a towel.” In a sudden burst of confidence, I drop the towel. Now in my birthday suit. His eyes widen, he gulps and I watch his adam’s apple bulge, before his mouth goes slack. Walking up to him, I grab my clothes from under his arm. He obviously was expecting me to beg, he didn’t think I’d do this. He doesn’t know what to do now. Leaving the room, I sway my hips, making sure my ass gets a good shake on it. For good measure, you know.
“Thanks Barnes.” With a cheeky grin, I leave. I can hear him grunt in frustration. I barely make it to my room, before he meets me at my door. He comes up to me, trapping my between the door and his body, his hands come up to rest on either side of my face.
“You’re trying to kill me, doll. I’m just a man, (Y/N). You don’t know what you do to me.” He brings his mouth to mine, pressing his surprisingly soft lips against my own.Reaching behind me, I open the door pulling him in with me, his lips never leaving my own.
Summary: Nat convinces you to start out the semester well and convinces you to go workout at the gym with her. A killer leg day leads to a small accident and utter embarrassment in front of some strangers.
Warnings: Some swearing
Words: about 1130
A/N: This’ll be a one shot! Unless you guys want a part 2? Let me know! Please note, this is un-edited so there may be some mistakes! Thanks for reading!
Summery: In 1993 Hydra put you under Cyro freeze and after twenty four years sleeping, your past companion Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier finds you and brings you out into the real world but the both of you struggle with your past as Hydra’s Winter Soldiers.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,298
Warnings: Violence and angst
A/N: Part two of the Winter Soldier series. I hope you all enjoy, part one tagged below
You woke up shaking wondering what Hydra did to you now. This
time you weren’t tied up or in a room with machines hooked up to you in fact
the only furniture in the small glass room was a bed which you were laying on and a
chair beside the bed occupied. At a slight turn of the head you saw the man and
You rolled off the bed landing in fight stance and across
from the man. Soldier X stood from his chair.
“Listen,” he started moving closer, “we are not in Hydra’s base and we are no longer their experiments.”
His words flew over your head before you lunged forward
pushing his strong built body to the wall pinning him with your petite frame. He
tried talking again but you punch him in the mouth and his head snapped to the
side. His eyes filled with anger before he shoved you back by your shoulders
causing you to take a few steps backwards.
His fists were bunched up and his jaw was clenched. You
expected him to come at you and beat you up like old days but he just growled, “you need to stop.”
Without hesitation you attacked again kicking his side with your leg. His fast reflexes caught your leg and he pulled it making you slam into his
body. You kick your other leg up putting all your weight on Soldier X’s metal
arm still holding your leg but he caught the other leg at ease resulting in you
Anger pulsed through you as Soldier X tightened his grip
keeping you pinned down. You were trapped by his biceps and his strength kept
you in place not letting you go. Getting out of his grip before he uses it to
his advantages was your only goal.
You ran your fingertips
down his pecks throwing metal arm off guard long enough for you to push him
back from his shoulders and release your legs from his grip. Kicking him
backwards you sent Soldier X through the glass wall causing the both of you to fall
Getting up as fast as possible you flung yourself onto him
pinning his legs with your legs and his arms with your hands. He grunted under
your weight not even trying to get up. His actions confused you so you tried to
read his face but it looked nothing like it usually did before he threw his
final punch knocking you out.
“Looks like I finally won Soldier X,” you spit out in venom.
Last night, she had looked perfect, every
little fiber on his being had pushed the situation to the limit, and that
morning, between white sheets and discarded clothes, he had found himself
waking up to the woman he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life
Snoring and with last-night’s makeup smeared on
hi can u pls draw ezra with metal limbs? there was this rp blog I really liked where ezra lost his arm and leg I can’t remember the url besides it was something about a blueberry
Maybe it had to do with that Winter Soldier AU that was really popular a while ago? I was super busy with school at the time so I dont know a lot but I think it was called the Winter Blueberry AU, i dont know the rp blog though..
Also, now that we’re talking metal prosthetics, for your consideration, GUN ARM
Request: I love love love your writing! could I have a Steve or Bucky imagine where the reader is an avenger who is captured by hydra and turned into a female winter soldier to get back at the avengers? the team doesn’t know Steve/Bucky likes the reader until they see how distraught he is. Can it have a happy ending?💖
A/N: Decided to go with Steve since I haven’t done a Steve imagine since Halloween… At first I thought I could maybe write the imagine with both Bucky and Steve in it with two different endings, but… chickened out. Also, I need to get these imagines done soon, I’m stressing over having them in my drafts for too long. Sorry for taking so long, I hope you all understand. So, the reader is not as shaken up as you’d probably expect her to be but the thing is I wrote this one three part series called Captured a while back and the reader’s going through a lot and I just didn’t feel like repeating that and just wanted to get this done asap. It ended up being so long and I hope this one is good enough. (Also, I’ve got to stop it with these long A/N’s) No requests for second part, please.
Prompt: Reader is recruited by HYDRA to get the Winter Soldier back. Things don’t go as planned when Captain America and others show up.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Here’s part four, Enjoy! Feedback is loved and appreciated!
“I’m back, mom!” she yelled walking towards the kitchen, “The interview went awful by the way,” she said with a huff, “How do they expect me to have experience if they wont hire me? I am more than capable of-”
Her mother was on the kitchen table, sitting next to her was Dr. Brennan. Two other guys were sitting on the side. “I’m sorry it didn’t go how you wanted, sweetie,” said her mom.
“Dr. Brennan” she said, her stomach turned, “What are you doing here?”
Her mother frowned, “Y/N! Dr. Brennan came by because he has a position open and he so kindly thought of you,” she said, “he even brought his friends from work to talk to you about the job.”
She looked at them, recognizing them: they were assassins from HYDRA. Her face lost all color.
“You just said it did not go well in the interview and he’s here to offer you a position. Aren’t you lucky, honey?”
it’s 2017 and i’m still out here wondering why they can’t make bucky barns hair look good in the mcu. always looking stringy and greasy as fuck. hasn’t looked good since he fucking fell off that train, and idk maybe it’s all symbolism for how much being the winter soldier has ravaged him but damn…… you can still be dead inside and use shampoo and conditioner….. that’s all i’m asking…….
Sup my dudes. Y'all can wait til you get everyone else but I just rlly wanted to find a fic that I read a few years back. It was where the winter soldier was told to 'take care' of Cap (which hydra kidnapped) but he actually /took care of him/. And stayed in his cell with him or something and doctored Steve up and everything. I think at the end the avengers bust into the place trying to save Steve. Thanks all ❤️ you guys r great!!
“HYDRA’s scientists had been delighted to find their serum-reversal procedure had worked. Their jubilation was dampened by the discovery that Steve’s smaller self might no longer be Captain America-sized but was still 100% Steve Rogers, and Steve Rogers was now mad enough to spit nails. A minor oversight in the design of the containment area meant that smaller-Steve had simply wriggled out of the now ridiculously-oversized restraints like an angry ferret escaping a paper bag, and punched the nearest technician in the nuts.
HYDRA scientists successfully de-serum Captain America, only to discover that they are utterly unprepared for Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier follows his instructions to the letter. This works out just great.
WinterSoldier aftercare- what would that look like
Okay, so first and foremost, you would NEVER be the dominant one in this situation. I can see Bucky as a switch, but the Winter Soldier is very, very, very, very, VERY dominant in bed.
He doesn’t speak much. If at all. He’ll mutter a few words in Russian, maybe a tender nickname, but the sex and the aftercare stand in for where communication would… so you’re getting a lot of physical aftercare. You would be washed off by hand in a warm bath, you’d get your hair brushed, you’d be hand fed soup or chocolate, and you’d be tucked in bed. He’d stay by you all night to make sure you were sleeping calmly.
Sessions with him wouldn’t be easy. The Winter Soldier is the kind of Dom who would make you come apart but not even flinch while it happens, and there’s something a little scary about his stoic reaction, so he’d give you everything you needed in aftercare.
A/n: based on my headcannon that at some point, Winter fathered a child & later got said child away from Hydra. They meet more than 30 years later when Leverage Inc. needs help from Tony Stark.
Warnings: language, a bit of angst, a bit of fluff
Bucky had been out of cryo for a year and was doing well. Some nights he had nightmares, some nights his dreams were memories coming back. In the beginning they were mostly of Steve, various girls and the army. As time went by though, he began to remember a small woman holding a baby. A baby that had very familiar brown hair and blue eyes.
At first he thought they may have been victims, but he never dreamed of their deaths, he dreamed of their lives. He dreamed small glimpses of a growing child, starting with a newborn then crawling and then a toddler. He dreams of seeing them all together, of the child running to him with arms open wide, he can almost feel the small yet strong arms trying to wrap around him. He can almost feel the tears on his face & then he’s in the chair. He screams, desperately trying to hold on to the memories they’re pulling away from him. Soon he dreams of an older child, maybe 5 or 6. they’re being watched closely while the Soldier trains the boy in many different fighting styles.
*Winter Soldier POV*
The Soldier calls him Eliot, he is smart and quickly masters everything he’s shown.
The scientists seem pleased with his progress, so much so, they mention sending him on missions. The Soldier doesn’t typically question his handlers. He is wiped every time he starts to show emotion, this is the longest he’s managed to stay out of the chair. He’s feeling more and more emotions, feeling like the man he wasn’t supposed to be anymore. It’s not easy, it takes a lot of energy to keep up the act, but he has to protect the child. He has to get him out of there. He couldn’t save her, but he can save the child. He has to try.
When he hears their plan for Eliot, he knows he can’t wait any longer. It’s very risky. He doesn’t dare escape with the boy, it would be too dangerous. As much as it kills him, he has to send the boy alone.
He’s ordered to take the boy on his first mission, thankfully it’s a mission where he has no contact with his handlers until it’s finished. He bribes a flight attendant sends the boy to America with forged documents. He knew what he had to do, he had to fuck something up so they wiped him. It was killing him but he had no choice. He had to forget, it was the only way to protect his son.
He sees him once, it’s been a long time, but he could never mistake his son. While he may look the same way he did the day he said goodbye, Eliot has grown up. He’s now a grown man, a soldier, a very good one at that.
He doesn’t dream of the boy again. He tries to push away the memories, unsure if he’s imagined them or worse, they’re real and if by some miracle they met and his son remembered him, what if he hated him? He doesn’t tell the team about him, he doesn’t want to disrupt any more lives. Surely his son is married with his own family by now. How confusing would it be for grandpa to show up looking younger than their dad? No, he’d leave it alone. His secret to cherish, a glimmer of life in a sea of death.
“Alright everybody, gather around. We’ve got a group coming in that needs our help. Apparently, they pick up where the law leaves off. Their words, not mine. Anyway, they’re entering the compound as I speak and I want you all to help where you can” Tony gives a nod and leads the way downstairs.
“Mr. Ford! Welcome to the Avengers compound. I hope you enjoy your time here. FRIDAY! Please make sure they have access to the appropriate places.” A loud snort is heard from the couple in the back. “Mr. Stark it would appear that they already have full access thanks to Alec Hardison.” “FRIDAY, you’re supposed to tell me when there’s a hacking attempt” *squeal* “it’s FRIDAY!! Parker, he’s talking to FRIDAAAY!!!!”
A muscular brunette steps out from behind Mr. Ford, a small gasp can be heard from the Sergeant in the back. “DAMMIT HARDISON!!! We need their help. You’re not supposed to hack them.” “Eliot, I’m a hacker, that’s my thing. I hack.” “There’s something wrong with you. Wait, was that your impression of me? That was fucking terrible!” “Oh come on Eliot, that was perfect.” “No Hardison, it sounded like a coked up John Wayne.”
Bucky steps forward cautiously, he’s telling himself he should run. Everything in him is screaming to get out of there before it’s too late, before his fragile world comes crashing down. He can’t stop himself though, he’s so close, he has to know. So he pulls up every bit of courage he has and takes the final step forward. He can see Nate’s eyebrows raising, the man suspects something.
“Eliot” his voice is strained, it’s barely a whisper. It’s enough to silence the room though and get the attention of the arguing men. He clears his throat, his voice is stronger this time. “Eliot? Is that you?” Blue eyes, so similar to his own, meet his. They simply stare, both drinking in the sight of the other, both wondering if this is real or simply a dream.
Eliot finds his voice first, crying out “Papa!!” tears coming into the hitters eyes and suddenly they’re running, twin murder struts quickly closing the distance as the two men embrace. Bucky is crying he can’t seem to choose between holding his son in his arms and holding his face between his hands. They finally end up kneeling on the floor, alternating between hugging each other close and pulling back to see how the years have changed them both. Eliot is clearly older than his father now, a fact which amazes and confuses him.
Finally Steve breaks the state of shock that both teams had been left in by running forward to pull them both up. He can’t stop the smile from splitting his face as Eliot and Bucky stumble over each other’s words to tell their remarkable story. Tony and Nate eventually manage to herd everyone into the living room. Both heading for the bar to worry over the idea of there being two Barnes men in the world.
“So wait wait wait, Eliot, you’re telling me that you’re father is a former Russian assassin from the 40’s?!?!!!” “Yeah, I never said anything because I knew what would happen if they found out. They would’ve punished him severely for letting me go. Had I come back, they would’ve killed him and taken me. When I read about him on the news, I wanted so badly to look him up but I was afraid he wouldn’t remember me. I didn’t want him to feel guilty over forgetting his kid.” Sam pipes up, “well I still can’t believe that ole Winter had a kid. Am I the only one freaking out?” Hardison is quick to assure him he’s not.
The team eventually calms down and when night falls they all go their separate ways, each to their own rooms. The two soldiers stay up talking though, neither is ready to leave the other yet. Both slightly fearful that they’ll wake up and find that it was all a dream. They finally fall asleep on the couch, the teams find them the next morning, Eliot’s head on Bucky’s thigh, a metal arm draped protectively over him. Of course Tony takes a picture and sends it to everyone. It’s the most useless yet precious bit of blackmail he’s ever collected.
I hope y'all enjoy this, it turned out differently than I’d expected but I like this much better. I hope y'all do as well.
Bucky with a kitten, just straight up tiny ball of helpless fluff and Clint is all oh no the winter soldier is attractive and now he's got a kitten and a soft face look how gentle his hands
Look, Clint’s not scared of the Winter Soldier, he’s just got a healthy respect for the guy, okay?
Thing is, the Soldier is the story that’s told to little baby assassins when they’re tucked up into bed at night, and whether it’s a good story or a bad story depends on who’s doing the telling; no one can deny that the man has skills. And yeah, maybe little baby Clint had nursed a little baby crush, but that had lasted until Tasha had showed him her scar and told him her story, ‘cos there’s very little that’s attractive about a man without mercy.
Of course, now he’s gotten to know a little of the history there, he’s learned that Bucky Barnes was never exactly in the Soldier’s driving seat, and Bucky Barnes has eyes that can look into your very soul and make it pant for him, so. Clint’s kinda conflicted.
Feelings are hard, okay? This is why he prefers pizza.
“Four cheeses,” he says, a low mutter that’s getting a little frantic with the repetition, “margherita,
sloopy Giuseppe, meateor, Hawaiian, fuck the veggie supreme. Four cheeses, margherita, meat -”
“Love it if you’d quit with the recitation, Tweetie Pie,” Tony says, abrupt and kinda pissy over the ear piece.
“We are all of us hungry, friend archer,” Thor agrees, “yet once we are done here we will feast like kings.”
“Hawkeye’s just really into pizza,” Natasha says, a little smirk in her voice ‘cos she knows him way too well, and they both know what pizza’s code for, right now.
It’s hard (aheh) enough on a regular mission. Bucky’s the bad boy of the superhero biz, leather jacket and metal arm and a focused intensity to his walk that has led to several very satisfying showers. Bucky’s hair brushes Bucky’s jaw-line in a way that Clint is deeply envious of, and he’s mentioned his eyes, right? Jesus Christ, Bucky’s eyes.
But right now he’s lying on his front on a rooftop, six foot somethin’ of murderous intent, and there’s a tiny ginger kitten that’s butting up against his ear, mewling demandingly for Winter Soldier scritches.
“Yeah?” Bucky’s face lit up with hope, listening carefully to every word Y/N said.
“Yeah, maybe we can work it out while you are alive with your best friend who has worked so hard to get you back. It’s not fair for the both of you to be separated after being together after all these years,” Y/N smiled, eyes gleaming with happiness as she finally thought of happiness for Bucky. “And, plus this place isn’t so bad, you could make lots of friends and progress fast with all of our support.”
Bucky chuckled softly before grabbing Y/N’s waist, pulling her close. A move she never thought he’d make on her but wished he would and truth be told Bucky was shocked himself, not knowing that was something he was planned on doing. But at that moment his confidence was boosted for some reason and whatever the reason was, didn’t matter. Not when he finally got to hold Y/N so close as he thought to never let go. He smiled brightly at her as everything about her was magnified; the small scars of teenage acne on her forehead, the freckles that gleamed in the sunlight, even her bright y/e/c eyes that sparkled each time she talked. Minutes had passed as the two continued to stare into each other eyes, taking in the moment before Y/N thanked Bucky in a quiet voice that he doubted she would’ve been able to hear it if they weren’t standing so close.
I’ve been so very focused on Steve’s reactions to Bucky during the “do you remember me?” exchange, that it’s taken me a while to hone in on Bucky’s reactions to Steve. I hope I’m not committing a faux-pas here by using tumblr’s add-a-gif function for meta/weepy rambling, but LOOK AT THIS:
LOOK AT IT AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN.
The play of emotions across Bucky’s face, just, holy shit – it’s subtle, but it’s everything. He starts out defensive, eyes cast down, mouth tight, hunched in on himself. Yeah, he’s trapped, but he’s also bracing himself. This is a man who’s imagined what seeing Steve again might be like, who has played this moment out over and over again in his head – where he’s been rejected every time.
And then Steve starts talking – doesn’t just say his name, but calls him Buck, with all that warmth and affection. Bucky looks up. His eyes shine; his mouth softens. He’s playing his cards close to his chest, but look at the barely-concealed wonder there. Of all the ways he’s imagined Steve reacting to him – complete and utter acceptance definitely wasn’t one. When you feel ashamed of something – which Bucky, if he’s anything like his comic book counterpart, really, really does – you project that onto the people you love. You picture them hating you for what you’ve done.
I’ve already rambled at length about Bucky’s response to Steve’s question, but I think this might be one of the reasons that Bucky answers in such an intimate way, why he doesn’t just say, “I remember you,” but shows Steve his memories, with that old smirk across his face, like he’s back in that crisp uniform, asking Steve to come out with him for the night. I think this might be one of the reasons that Bucky didn’t want to be found, all that time that Steve was searching.
Bucky never expected Steve to look at him with all that tenderness, to treat him like someone good – he didn’t expect Steve’s love to stay through everything. So yeah, maybe Bucky’s showing off, but it’s because if Steve still thinks he’s worth this, after everything – he’s got to prove Steve right. If he can show Steve that he’s Bucky Barnes, that he’s someone good, maybe one day he’ll believe it himself.