that popped into my head that I’ll never write #25234: MCU x Treasure Planet.
(ง‘̀-'́)ง who clears tables/washes
dishes at his mother’s inn. Constantly getting into fights with the less
reputable clientele and making his mother grey with worry. One night an old
pirate-y geezer, let’s say Fury, damn near crashes his raft at the end of the pier
and dies in Steve’s arms, leaving him with a strange metal orb (metal frisbee?
Fury’s toolbox?) and the warning, “Beware the Cyborg…”
trying to explain the situation to his mother and one of their regular’s,
Howard Stark?, the inn besieged by pirates. They barely escape, the inn burnt
to the ground, to Howard’s home where Steve unlocks the secrets of Fury’s orb -
it’s a treasure map! *surprised gasps from everyone*
finances an expedition to find the treasure: a ship (the Patriot? the Americana?),
a no-nonsense captain (Peggy Carter, if you please), and a crew. Steve is
assigned to work in the galley under the friendly and loquacious cook Bucky
Barnes, who just happens to have metal arm (it slices! it dices!). Steve’s
suspicious but is soon won over by the affable cyborg. After a
less-than-friendly run in with some of the crew, specifically ‘spider psycho’
Natasha and/or Rumlow, Bucky takes Steve under his wing and keeps him busy.
solar storm Steve proves his mettle but they lose the first mate, Coulson?
Steve, believing that it’s his fault, hides out in the storeroom to wallow.
When the crew starts filling up the galley he stays hidden and overhears Bucky
ripping them a new one for cutting Coulson’s line. Rumlow accuses the captain
of going soft. The captain? *more surprised gasps* Bucky is none other than
feared pirate, James Buchanan, and he’s after Steve’s map, the map to the
treasure of legendary pirate Captain Pierce’s (or perhaps, Captain Schmidt, who
flies under the banner of a red skull?) - the loots of a thousand worlds.
crew files out Steve comes out from his hiding spot only to bump into Bucky on
his way out. Bucky sees the betrayed look on Steve’s face, which affects him
more than he’s willing to say, and knows the jig is up. Steve manages to get
passed Bucky and heads for the captain’s quarters. Bucky signals his crew to
take the ship. Steve, Howard, and Peggy escape in a longboat and make for the
nearest planet. A blast clips the ship and they crash. Whilst Howard’s looking
after an injured Peggy, Steve goes in search of a more defensible position.
where I stumble. I’m not sure about B.E.N., who that would be, or the whole
‘buried in the centroid of the mechanism’ thing. But, obviously, there has to
be the little angsty parley wherein Bucky’s all broken up, “whatever you heard,
at least where you were concerned, I didn’t mean a word of it.” BUT, stuff
happens and Steve comes back to their hideout to find that Bucky’s taken Howard
and Peggy hostage and threatens to kill them if Steve doesn’t lead him to the
treasure. Steve agrees.
happens. I was thinking instead of the mechanical booby-trapped planet, perhaps
Pierce’s treasure was guarded by an actual Hydra alien monster thing? And in
the end Bucky chooses saving Steve over the treasure. (aww!)
ending? Some of the crew – Bucky, Natasha, Clint? – prove in the heat of battle
that they’re not all bad and they are sentenced to serve out their prison time
in the Interstellar Academy, to which Steve is encouraged to apply by Captain
A few years later Steve returns to his mother’s rebuilt inn as Captain
Rogers, with Bucky as his first mate.
more angsty/bittersweet more Stucky ending? They escape the planet, the pirate
crew captured. Steve goes in search of Bucky and finds him trying to escape in
the last longboat. Bucky tries to convince Steve to let him go, or better yet,
fly away with him; “You and me, Rogers and Barnes… full of ourselves and no
ties to anyone!” Steve, regretfully, turns Bucky down watches him fly away -
Steve could no more be a pirate than Bucky could be an honest man.
A few years
later Steve returns to his mother’s inn, a captain with the Interstellar Academy.
Every now and then he takes leave and flies off to the Brooklyn Nebula, and if
Captain Buchanan’s ship happens to be seen in those skies at the same time,
well, it’s probably just a coincidence.
Hi :] I followed you recently, and I'm glad I did. I like your Bucky cuddle drabbles, and I think you're really talented. If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe do a headcannon for dating pre-serum Steve? Thanks 💜
Thank you, love! You’re too sweet <3 I hope you like this. (I don’t think headcanons are supposed to be nearly 2k but oops my hands slipped. Thanks to @sarahwroteathing for being an angel and always helping me with everything.)
Dating pre-serum Steve
It started off a little weird. Steve’s been your best friend since you met him. But he was laughing really hard at something you said–so hard he had tears in his eyes. Something bubbled up in you, and you leaned in real close and stole a quick kiss from his plush lips.
He stops immediately. Well, that’s new. He’s looking at you with those deep blue eyes, waiting for an answer…but you don’t have one. It was an impulse. Why had you done that?
Steve licks his bottom lip subconsciously and scoots close to you, going slowly so you have a chance to tell him if you don’t want this. But you suddenly realize you do–you want him with every fibre of your being. His kiss is hesitant, still waiting for you to push him away. After the initial shock of the situation, you kiss him back more surely.
He shows you off all the time.
On your first date, Steve takes you dancing because that’s what he’s supposed to do, right? That’s what Bucky does with all the dames he takes out. Despite all the practicing he and Bucky do before your date, Steve is so self conscious. He doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you. But, you see him fumbling as he shoots you shy, nervous smiles when he misses a step. Your heart swells with affection for him as you decide to pretend to be equally hopeless. You trip over his foot a couple times, go for a spin when there clearly wasn’t a call for one. Steve loosens up as you both make up outrageous dance moves for the ones that can’t be done.
Bucky gets wind of it and refuses to go on a double date with this trainwreck of a couple until you get some dance lessons.
Bucky insists to teach you both himself in the boys’ apartment. He’s moved the furniture around to accommodate a dancefloor. You’re a pretty decent dancer, truth be told; but you keep up appearances for Steve’s sake. That, and it’s actually a lot more fun to botch dance moves with Bucky than you would have initially thought. The teasing was well worth hearing your man laugh until he couldn’t breathe. Literally. Poor baby agitated his Asthma more while laughing with you and Bucky than anything else.
Steve will realize one day that he’s still talking to you like you’re just his best friend Y/N. He gets a bit self conscious about it, and is determined to treat you more like a lady. You’re his girl, after all, and you should be treated like a queen. He stutters ‘more appropriate’ compliments out, blushing as soon as he sees the questioning look on your face. When you ask him what’s going on, he tells you that he’s trying to treat you like a girlfriend. You giggle, kissing his cheek and making him blush again. “You don’t have to worry about that, Stevie. I fell for you because you were my friend.”
Steve compliments you all the time. His goal is to make you blush at least once a day. Some days, though, it gets to be too much and you have to kiss him just to shut him up.
Just because Steve is you boyfriend now, doesn’t mean you don’t still hang out like you did before. You, Steve, and Bucky still go down to the creek and skip rocks together. You all still go to the railroad and have adventures in your abandoned railway car. Just because you and Steve steal kisses when you think Bucky isn’t looking, doesn’t change that the three of you are still best friends.
His notebooks are full of sketches and doodles of you, of your individual features. There’s a lot of your eyes, of your smile…conveying every emotion between the nose scrunch you do when he compliments you, to the little frown that pulls at your lips when Bucky says something unsavory (it doesn’t happen often, Bucky’s usually a gentleman around you), to the dreamy look you get in your eyes when you see a mother pushing her baby in a stroller.
One day, Steve is so caught up in watching you as you watch kids play at the park. “I’m gonna marry you.” He blurts it out with such sincerity, he blushes deeply. You just smile at him coyly. A sweet laugh falls from your lips and it makes Steve tumble further into the void. You spend the rest of the day proposing to Steve in crazy ways while he laughs, “Shaddup, Dollface.”
When he gets sick during the winter after his mom passes, you refuse to leave his side. He tells you that you’re gonna get sick, too, if you keep hanging around him; but, you don’t care. You and Bucky get scared for a couple of days. You both think it could be a possibility that this is the illness that will finally claim Steve’s life. But the little runt always proves you both wrong.
Steve’s such a sap about it. “I only made it because you stayed with me. I guess I have to marry you, now. You’re the only thing keeping me alive.” You’re so relieved that you’re crying and laughing so hard you have to bury your face in his chest. When you finally calm down, you place a delicate kiss on his forehead and smile fondly at him. “You’re darn right you do, you chucklehead.”
Steve’s gotten into less fights being with you. You’re so in sync with him that you know what makes his blood boil. His righteousness has bled into your being, and you can’t help but mouth off to any bully that you two come across. Even when they continue with their wrongdoing, you refuse to back down until they stalk off with their tail between their legs. Steve always goes a little starry eyed when this happens.
When the war breaks out, you know Steve will want to enlist and it makes your stomach churn uncomfortably. You always hope and pray that he’ll get denied, and you’ll thank whatever deity was listening when he comes back with a sullen look on his face and rejection paper in his hand. You tell him that they don’t know what they’re missing out on. He launches into a speech about how he should be out there defending what’s his. He has so much patriotism, it moves you. You only feel a little guilty for being selfish and wanting to keep him home, safe.
When Bucky gets drafted, it’s hard on all of you. Steve tries to enlist again, and he comes home with the biggest grin on his face. Your stomach drops when you see the stamp of approval on his forms, but you smile and hug him because you know this is what he wants. When he lets you go, he looks at you seriously. “I know you’re scared, but they’re giving me a chance. I want to go out there and defend my country..defend my girl.” He brushes your hair away from your face. “And–and, well…” He stutters and fumbles to get something out of his pocket. “I want to know that you’ll still be here when I get back.” He holds a ring between his fingers, your breath leaves you completely. “So, Y/N, will you marry–?”
You don’t give him the opportunity to finish, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips as he slips the ring onto your finger.
When you take him to the train station, he kisses you longingly, knocking the breath out of you. Steve tells you he’ll write as soon as he can. The train starts moving, he almost misses it because he doesn’t want to leave you. As soon as he hops on, he yells, “I love you!” The goofy grin on his face makes you smile through your tears and you stay rooted on the spot until long after the train has left your sight.
Weeks pass and you don’t hear anything from Steve. No letters. No calls. You’re worried. Who wouldn’t be? That is, until you see the propaganda films of Captain America. He looks dreamy. So strong, so sure, so..familiar?
You’re in the middle of a theater when you realize that Captain America is Steve. Your fiancee, Steven Grant Rogers, is Captain America. You nearly pass out from the shock. You immediately go out and buy every paper that has news about Captain America in it.
It’s about four days after that when you finally get a call from him. He sounds so happy, so relieved to hear your voice before you go crazy. You ask him all kinds of questions, hardly waiting for a response before launching into another set of questions. “Doll! Doll!” he calls through the phone when he can hear you’re about to hyperventilate. “I’m okay. Let me tell you what happened.”
And he does. He tells you everything that’s happened since he left five months ago: the experimental procedure, traveling the country to sell bonds, Bucky’s capture, the very unauthorized rescue mission. He tells you that he’s part of a specialized group called the Howling Commandos. You listen, absolutely enraptured until he tells you that he has to go. He tells you he’ll call again soon.
Steve calls you weekly while he’s in the army. His calls become the highlight of your week.
You still collect newspapers with Captain America and the Howling Commandos news.
It’s late September 1945 when Steve and Bucky finally come home. You see Bucky first and launch into his arms, kissing his cheek, telling him how happy you are that he’s home. A throat clears beside you, and your jaw drops at the sight of your fiancee. Yes, you’d seen him in propagandas and newspaper articles, but seeing this new Steve in the flesh was something you’d have to get used to.
His smile is the same, though, and it melts your insides. You release Bucky and slowly make your way over to Steve, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly into your embrace. His face is buried in your neck, strong arms wrapping around you and lifting you from the ground. You’re both so ecstatic that you’re crying. You’re pressing kisses wherever you can reach while he tells you how much he’s missed you, how he’s ready to marry you, start a family with you.
You two wind up going to the courthouse that day with Bucky as your witness and marry your best friend.
modern nyc art school hipster preserum steve rogers. trying to get back into the swing of tablet use while simultaneously proving I have the worst taste in AUs. (+ thanks to new AX buddy pilot-star for indulging me and trading me the raddest book!)
I wouldn’t God damn give for you to have been this healthy three years ago,
that winter when you almost died on me in the middle of the night from that
rattle in your chest. I spent one month scared as hell that you were going to
stop breathing and then two weeks worrying that the next time you coughed there’d
be blood in your hand, and you’d be gone from me just like that, same way as
your mama before you, God rest her soul.
Summary: Soulmate!AU where first words are tattooed on wrist- Y/N hates the words on her wrist knowing that she may never meet her true soulmate. If fate didn’t want to give her a perfect, neat, assured happy ending, then she would be sure to raise a little hell on her way there.
Dedicated To:@pleasecallmecaptain because it was her birthday and this is the only gift I can give her besides my undying love and friendship (and yes, I told her happy birthday at a little after midnight yesterday, squad was on top of it).
Request(s): Can you write a fic with Pre-serum! Steve where the reader is shorter than him and they always see each other at the park so one day he asks her if they want to hangout [didn’t quite follow this, but it was along the lines]
Reader is best friends with bucky and likes steve and steve likes her but he thinks that because she is constantly around bucky that she likes buck and not interested in him [to keep an element of surprise i am cutting these off]
Pairing:Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader
Warnings: Explicit Language, Smoking, Mild Sexual Reference, and Some Suggestive Themes.
Word Count: 4k+
A/N: I tried so hard to post this before midnight, but the quality of this fic makes up for it. Enjoy! x. T
“You saw how fast I clocked that
guy, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, demonstrating with a quick jab at the air with a
skillfully curled fist. He slightly turned to you and grinned. “Didn’t even
make it to Round Two.”
You laughed at Bucky’s enthusiasm
over his boxing match and remarked, “You did get him pretty good, Bucky.
Except, I think he got your ribs a
couple of times…”
Bucky returned to walking to your
left and he adjusted his bag on his shoulder, snorting at your words. He
brushed back his sweaty hair and slung an arm around you, tugging you into his
good side to playfully bite your shoulder. You batted him away and wrinkled
your nose at the pungent smell of sweat and masculinity clinging to him, Bucky
only chuckling at your actions.
“I’m telling Steve to run a bath
when we get back to your apartment.”
“You’re a damn fool, you know that?” Bucky pulled Steve up from where he’d been lying on the ground. This was a regular occurrence for Bucky, coming to Steve’s rescue. “When are you gonna wise up and realize that these guys are a hell of a lot bigger than you? One of these days you’re gonna get crushed like a bug.” Steve’s lip was bleeding and he had a black eye that was swelling quickly. He shrugged at Bucky’s question.
“I don’t like seeing girls get picked on. It’s not right.” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. Steve might be small, but he had the biggest heart. And one person had a very special place there. “Come on, slugger. Let’s get you to Y/N’s.” Steve’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name.
Bucky, Steve, and Y/N had first met when they were seven years old. Someone had stolen Y/N’s lunch and Steve had jumped into action. Steve’s tiny fists were throwing punches but they were no match for the schoolyard bullies. Bucky had separated the fight and that’s how he met Steve. You could say the Y/N was the reason they’d become best friends.
As Bucky climbed the front porch stairs to Y/N’s house, he pulled Steve’s arm tighter across his shoulder. The poor kid was nearly unconscious and probably had a concussion. He rang the bell, praying that Y/N was home. He could hear her footsteps running down the stairs and he smiled. Y/N would always patch them up after fights and would never ask any questions. He could usually tell that she was disappointed and she always scolded him for the way he acted around girls. When she opened the door she gasped. “Dear, Lord! I’ll get the ice. Put him on the sofa.” Bucky chuckled again. Y/N’s sofa had basically become their hospital. Bucky gently set Steve down and the smaller man winced when his body made contact with the furniture.
“You can go, Bucky. I’ll take care of this.” Y/N sighed. this was the second time this week. Bucky nodded, bidding his two friends goodnight. Y/N sat beside Steve, gently holding the ice to the side of his face. “Steve-”
“I know. It’s dangerous. I shouldn’t fight people bigger than me” he interrupted. Y/N smiled, bringing a damp cloth to Steve’s bleeding lip. “That’s not what I was going to say.” she said, getting to her feet to rinse out the now red cloth. When she returned, she placed a gentle kiss on Steve’s forehead. “I’m glad you’re ok.” she whispered. She reached to a little table at her left, turning on the radio. She settled back onto the sofa, picking at a stray thread in the fabric. “You’re a damn fool, you know.” Steve laughed. “Bucky said the same thing.” Y/N nodded in agreement. “Well he’s right.”
Steve moved his arm to the back of the sofa and Y/N carefully laid her head on his shoulder. “Well this fool loves you, so I guess there’s that.” he smiled.