one day in nyc

“I am Lady Gaga. A singer/songwriter. You’re going to know me one day.”

August 21, 2008, NYC                                                                                  Picture by Geordie Wood

@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:

Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.


Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.

Finally rode the subway after 6 years, and let me just say:

Yes, it’s smelly, cramped, and has shitty service.


On the way downtown, a man offered me his seat as he was leaving. Like tapped me on the shoulder and asked, “Miss, would you like to sit here?”  Then a woman offered her seat up to an elderly man who had a seemingly recent head injury (head was wrapped up with a bit of blood seeping through).  On the way back uptown, a man offered my sister his seat as he was leaving.  The man next to her offered his seat to an elderly woman with a walker.  Said woman lost her balance trying to get to the seat, so a woman sitting next to the door slid down to offer her seat as it was closer to the elderly woman, and two men, one holding the walker while the other held onto her arm, assisted the elderly woman to the seat.  Then, a young man tried to offer his seat to my mom, which she politely declined because the A/C didn’t reach the seats.

So, overall score:

Subway itself: D+

New Yorkers: A+++

okay but how can you call yourself a feminist and still defend and support lena dunham

Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 10: Romeo and Juliette

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Masterlist Partners in (Fighting) Crime

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle Jones x reader (best friends), Steve Rogers x reader (father-daughterlike relationship), Tony Stark x Peter Parker (father-sonlike relationship), Ned Leeds x Peter Parker (best friends)

Warnings: There will be some extremely light smut in this! Like no clothes are even taken off but I just felt the need to warn you all regardless. Also some angst and cursing.

Summary: You meet up with someone you’re not supposed to. And Peter plans out a nice romantic evening. Until a certain hero shows up and ruins date night…

A/N: Hey guys! So here is part 10! I won’t be able to get up part 11 for about a week because I will be away. But I will try to get it up asap when I come back! But for now please enjoy this part! And please give me feedback on it!

“Now today in class we will start reading Romeo and Juliette.” The teacher says and most of the kids groan, Peter included while you smiled. “Your assignment is to read the first two scenes by next week and then we will have a discussion in class on it.” The bell rang. “Class dismissed." 

"Ugh I can’t believe we have to read that sappy romance play in class.” Ned complains to Peter as the two walk to his locker. 

An announcement came on over the speaker, reminding everyone that the Halloween ball was coming up so they should find their dates and get their tickets soon. 

“Yeah I know right. So lame.” Peter says and rolls his eyes. 

“Hey Pete!” You say and come up to him and hug him. “Aren’t you so excited to read my favorite play in class!" 

"Yeah I’m totally psyched!” Peter says enthusiastically. 

“But you just said-” Ned starts then Peter punches him in the arm to quiet him. “Ow…” Ned groans. “Spider strength dude that hurt a ton.” He whimpers and Peter immediately gets an apologetic look on his face. 

“Sorry dude. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.” Peter says and giggles a bit. Then he turns to you. “Can I talk to you in private for a minute?” He asks and you nod.

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This paparazzo followed Jen and D for several city blocks.

This is not an easy task with snow all over NYC. Yet he knew where they were headed and was perfectly positioned to take their picture.

There are 40 pics that have been posted and despite Jen and D “hugging and kissing the whole time” this pap didn’t get any of those pics.

Just one awkward hello/goodbye hug.

And again E! has to bash Chris Martin about how high-profile that relationship was despite the fact that we never really saw them together and have seen Jen and her aging director in at least 5 different sets of pap pics.

Believe me, celebrities hide in NYC every day. It’s probably one of the easiest places to hide for a famous person. Yet we see Jen and Darren a lot. Too much. Way too much.