comprehensive analysis of sam & cap meeting for the first time
‘oh hey look how fast i can run look how fast and cool i am look at me’
cap is wearing a t shirt 2 sizes 2 small that may as well be soaking wet come the fuck on cap put on some fucking clothes
i can’t hear anything steve is saying over his flexing
‘what unit u with? where u work? what’s ur name? u got a boyfriend? where yo boyfriend at?’
flimsy excuse to hold hands (’oh help me up from this tree i’m so tired i can’t possibly get up by myself’)
sam immediately all ‘must be weird coming home after the whole defrosting thing’ like wow personal much? buy a guy a drink first
steve is like ‘uh ya it’s weird that’s personal buy a guy a drink first’ and goes to leave
sam: -anguished expression- oh god i fucked it up
damn it sam save it! save it! don’t let him go! -says the first thing that pops into his head-
‘what the fuck buy a guy several drinks first?’
sam: your bed, it’s too soft. when I was over there I’d sleep on the ground, use rocks for pillows, like a caveman.
sam: -explains what the fuck he’s talking about, beds are too soft, etc etc etc’
steve: ohhhh the marshmallow bed thing? ya i get that. fucking soft beds right haha -is apparently into the whole caveman thing-
sam: nice, saved it -high fives self-
steve: -demonstrates how Knowledgeable he is and how much Perspective he has and how Funny he can be’ we use to boil everything!!!!
steve literally sounds like one of those beauty queens having a question sprung on her that she didn’t expect
‘Miss New York how does the world of today compare to the days of world war 2??? 30 seconds on the clock’
‘no polio is good’
….’no polio is good’….
‘we used to boil everything!!!’
somehow sam is still cool with this. it’s probably bc steve has mouth-watering melon pecs
Sam Makes His Move
you can tell this is his Move. he tells this to all the ladies. there’s no way you can get someone listening to marvin gaye and not get laid instantaneously
steve doesn’t know what the fuck sam is talking about but this is a great excuse to show off his arms by pulling out his little notebook
are you looking at those arms sam?? bc i am
this is the face of a man who is DTF
‘Miss New York, what are the most significant historical events and cultural changes that have occurred since world war two?? 30 seconds on the clock’
‘uhh…. I Love Lucy. Moon Landing. Berlin wall… up and down. Steve Jobs…. apple….???? Disco. Definitely. Thai food. Star Wars and Trek. Nirvana… I’m pretty sure that’s a band. Rocky and Rocky 2. And whatever this guy just told me. idk I’ll look it up on the Google later’
‘all right Sam, duty calls. Thanks for the run…… if that’s what you want to call running.’
‘Oh, that’s how it is??’
‘Ohhh that’s how it is.’
this is better flirting than i have ever implemented in my nearly ten long years after hitting puberty
‘Hey anytime you want to stop by my place of employment that I told you explicitly within minutes of meeting you but now I’m bringing up again to make sure you remember where I work and where to find me again, make out with me me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know’
i’m sorry but how the hell is tony stark selfish? the man flew a fucking missile into OUTER SPACE knowing that there was a chance he could die, but lived and ended up suffering from ptsd from it. also the man made his company stop selling weapons after seeing how dangerous they could be and seeing it in the arms of terrorists. let’s not also forget that he went after his mentor when he learned that he was dealing under the table. this is also the same man who tried to create ultron with the idea of helping the world when the avengers can’t (like oh idk when there’s some random ass alien invasion???). he also wanted accountability for his team, since they’ve destroyed manhattan, dropped a city, which resulted in MANY lives lost, also let’s not forget the incident in lagos, where people died. he also was most likely the one hooking up his team with nice gear, the same team where most of them turned their backs on him to help a guy who seemed more worried about the safety of one friend, which resulted in all their arrests when st//ve and the friend got out fine.
Rhodey is pure. Rhodey is all good. People try to say Bruce is Tony’s BFF or Steve etc. Nah bitches. Rhodey is #1. Rhodey is top priority and he doesn’t even need Tony to lift him up. He was the only one who confidently got in Steve’s face in CACW and told him he was wrong. Also, Rhodey out Ranks Steve in the military. :P
Hi guys! Here’s the story I was really excited to share! I am exploring a new way of writing that’s a little challenging for me, so please tell me what you think! Also, I am LIVING through this character holy moly. Happy Saturday!
Things to know: Time Period: 1940′s Bucky, tiny Steve, Info: Reader and Bucky have mutual friend in Steve, but Reader and Bucky don’t really know each other too well….UNTIL NOW BOOM BABY
“Oh-ho-hooooooh-my-god, oh my god, Bucky Barnes just asked me to dance.”
Your friend, Maria, had just walked over to the corner table of the bar and whispered her news to you and Steve. Well, she tried to walk, but her excitement had her practically galloping over to you. And her whispering sounding more like breathy shouting as she waved her hands in the air like she was shaking off water at a sink.
As she rambled on about how she hoped her hair and lipstick were still in place and she smoothed down her already perfect dress with her dainty hands, your eyes floated over to Bucky Barnes. He had absolutely heard Maria’s little freak out based on the way his head hung to hide his proud grin that was probably more of a smirk.
“Well, go! Don’t keep him waiting!” you shooed her away playfully.
“Alright,” Maria said, smoothing down her dress once again. The second she turned to walk away, she spun around to you again and asked, “But, do I look-”
“You look absolutely beautiful, right Steve?” you interrupted her worries.
Steve suppressed his eye roll and smiled. “Yes. Go get ‘em, Maria.”
Maria nodded nervously, her hands glued to the soft fabric on her slim figure. She pivoted and spun on the toes of her new black heels and sashayed over to her dance partner. His soft, lopsided smile was the last thing you saw before you looked down and distracted yourself with the straw in your watered down coke.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve loosen his tie that looked a little too long for his small torso. He slid his chair away from the table and stuck his hand out to you. “You wanna go dance?” he asked.
You smiled at him, but wrinkled your nose. “Nah, s’okay. I think I’m gonna go grab another soda. You want anything?” you said, pointing your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of the bar.
“Oh, come on,” he said and leaned in to you so you would hear him over the loud music. “I know we were both dragged here, but we could try to have some fun.”
He watched your features soften and your smile grow bigger than it had been all night. “You’re right, let’s go.” You took his hand and quickly kicked off your heels and left them under the table.
The band was roaring, the trumpets blared in your ears and the drums shook your core. You and Steve pretended to swing dance and laughed at your attempts that included unbalanced sugar twists, kicks, and spins.
You pulled Steve closer to you so you could shout in his ear, “We look ridiculous, but this is the most fun I’ve had all month!”
A laugh escaped him that you could hardly hear over the music. “I look ridiculous, but you look pretty good!” You read his lips before he spun you around one last time as the last chord of the song was played.
The whole dance floor spun to the platform that held up the band and applauded. The next song was a slow one, the sound of a saxophone singing the high pitches made your heart sink. You started to return to your table when Steve grabbed your hand.
“Hey, (Y/N), one more,” he said, suggesting another dance.
You nodded and placed your hand on his shoulder while he gently held your free hand. His quick surge of confidence ran away from him as he awkwardly placed his hand high on your waist and began rocking you back and forth. Your smile wasn’t as bright anymore, but Steve knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t miss how your eyes flickered over to Bucky and Maria.
After a verse of quiet dancing, Steve’s voice caught your attention. “You’re a good friend, (Y/N).”
You patted his shoulder. “Aw, shucks, Steve-o. You’re makin’ me blush,” you joked.
“Shut up,” he chided as he spun you around, making you giggle, catching the attention of some of the other dancers. You didn’t care though.
When you landed back facing him, he continued. “I mean it, (Y/N), there aren’t many people like you out there. Hell, you’re dancin’ around the dirty bar floor in your bare feet just so I won’t feel so short.”
You snorted and felt heat rise to your cheeks.
“Didn’t think I would notice?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows.
You shook your head, making him scoff. He rocked you back and forth as the music swelled, and when it lulled he said, “And you’re a good friend to Maria.”
“So are you, Steve,” you said, wondering where he was going with all this.
He sighed, like he was having trouble saying what he wanted to. Finally, he practically whispered to you, “I know you have feelings for Bucky, (Y/N), you don’t have to hide it from me.”
Your eyes narrowed and you shook your head. “Bucky Barnes? Steve, I hardly know the guy, I don’t like him-”
“You do. But you won’t even admit it to yourself because you know Maria has a crush on him now.” When you didn’t shoo him away, he continued. “But maybe Maria’s not the girl for him.”
“That doesn’t matter-”
“(Y/N), you know Maria, she’ll get over him and move on to somebody else in a week-”
“Don’t say that about her,” you hissed over the music.
“You know it’s true!” He didn’t try to hide how irritated he was.
The song had ended and the dancers were clapping as you yelled over them. “Just leave it alone, Steve!” you shouted and turned walked back to your table.
You slipped your shoes back on and wrung your napkin in your hands, trying to calm yourself down. Guilt began to pool in your stomach as you thought about how that wretched conversation started. You just screamed at Steve after he told you what a good friend you were.
Something thumped on the table in front of you and you looked up to see that Steve had replaced your warm coke with a fresh one.
“I’m sorry. I’m just watchin’ out for you and I poked my nose too far in your business,” he said with a sip through his straw.
“S’okay,” you said with a mock pout that quickly turned into a grin.
“Just don’t count yourself out so soon, okay?”
You sipped your soda and shook your head, making Steve roll his eyes. “Stubborn,” he mumbled, and you laughed.
By the time you and Steve finished your sodas the band was halfway through their last song of the night. You gathered your things just in time to applaud the band after the loud swing tune. Maria met you and Steve by the door and as you walked out, she gave you all the details of her night.
“He’s such a great dancer, (Y/N)!”
“I saw you guys! It looked like you were having a great time.” You smiled, genuinely happy that your friend had a nice night.
“It was such a great time. And, hey, I saw you got Steve up on the dance floor, nice goin’!” She added.
“Actually, it was Steve-o here who dragged me up there,” you giggled and cocked your brow. You linked your arm in Steve’s after he growled and patted his arm.
“Wow, Steve look at you being-”
“Oh shoot!” you interrupted her. “I left my shawl on my chair in the bar. My sister’s gonna kill me if I don’t give it back to her in the morning.”
“We can go back,” Steve shrugged.
“Nah, I’ll just go. I’ll meet you guys in a minute,” you waved and started back in the direction you came from, the bright light of the bars and convenience stores lighting your way.
When you walked through the doors of the club, only the janitor remained with the band members who were packing up their instruments. You quickly walked over to the table where you and Steve had been sitting for most of the night, but when you arrived, your sweater wasn’t there. You frantically leaned down to look under the table, hoping you had simply dropped it and not lost it.
There was nothing under the table but crumbs and a napkin, which you picked up and tossed next to the coke you had been drinking. Just as dread plagued your stomach, you heard someone say your name.
“Hey (Y/N), this is yours, isn’t it?”
You looked up to the door of the bar to see Bucky Barnes holding out your shawl. His cheeks were flushed and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. “I saw it sitting here and ran to find Steve, but he said you had already come back for it.”
You swallowed thickly and walked over to him, nodding your head. “Yeah, it’s mine. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said. Before you could take the sweater from him, he was hanging it on your shoulders and ushering you out the door. “Let’s get you home, huh? It’s late.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Steve and Maria are waiting for me about a block down,” you excused, propping your hair behind your ears and glancing at the sidewalk.
“I told them to go ahead, that I’d walk you home,” he cleared his throat. “Is that okay?”
You nodded quickly, which probably looked more like a neck spasm because of your nerves.
After a few silent steps, Bucky shifted his gaze from the ground to you and asked if you had a good time.
“Yeah, I did. What about you?” You returned.
“Yeah, I had a nice time. S’a good band, ya know?”
He swung his arms as he walked, but you felt yourself moseying along as stiff as a board.
“Ya know what’s funny?”
“What?” you asked, looking up at him for the first time since you left the bar.
“You and I are both such good friends with Steve, but we never see each other. We don’t spend any time together.”
You hummed in agreement.
“In fact, I think this is the first time you and I have said more than three words to each other,” he said.
You laughed and felt your shoulders relax a bit. “Yeah, I think it is.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and easy.
“I saw you two dancing out there tonight, looked like fun,” Bucky said.
“Yeah, he dragged me out there, but I had a great time,” you said fondly.
“Really?” he asked. “I thought it would have been the other way around.”
“Maria said that too,” you laughed, pointing a finger at the coincidence.
He shook his head. “I’ve never heard of Steve asking a pretty girl to dance.”
You tried to ignore the compliment, but your efforts were useless. You looked at the marquees hanging on the buildings beside you to hide your red cheeks. “We’re good friends, that’s all.”
“I know,” he nodded his head, suddenly serious. “I’ve never seen him open up to someone the way he does with you. It’s nice to see.”
When you glanced his way, you saw his bright blue eyes already on you. You hummed in agreement. “He’s a wonderful friend to me. He babies me too much, but hey-” your own laugh cut you off as you shrugged.
Bucky chuckled with you. “Well, he cares a lot about you.” You didn’t miss him lick his lips. “I feel like I know you inside and out from the way he talks about you all the time.”
“I could say the same thing about you,” you teased.
“Oh, boy.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Hopefully, you only hear the nice stories,” he said, which made you giggle.
“Don’t worry,” you reassured him. “Steve shines the brightest light on you.” You caught his lopsided grin before he turned his head away from you. Was he blushing?
As you came up to your apartment, you said to Bucky, “I’m glad Steve has you. He needs a guy friend,” you said with a crinkled nose. “Someone to keep him up to date on the Dodgers.”
That made him laugh.
He followed you up the stairs to the front door. When you reached the landing and turned to face him he said, “And I’m glad Steve has you. Someone to dance with.” He winked when you chuckled.
His eyes flickered from you to the ground and his tongue shot out to graze over his pink lips again. “Maybe I can steal you from him sometime.”
His suggestion made you stand a little straighter and a smirk played on your lips. “You’ll have to take that up with Steve.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and pushed down until you thought the seams would rip right then. “I will,” he said with a nod.
His eyes stared into yours until you felt your cheeks turn pink at the contact. You pushed your hair behind your ear and thanked him for walking you home.
You turned around and opened the door, but before you could step inside, the urgency in his voice stopped you, like he forgot something. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”
“Goodnight, Bucky.” You smiled at him one last time, stepped inside and closed the door behind you. In the dark, you leaned against the door and took a shaky breath, afraid your legs would give out.
Steve was right. You shouldn’t have counted yourself out so early in the game.
Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, reader performing uh, manual sex (I don’t know how to describe a hand job), swear words (cuz I’m a potty mouth)
Summary: Bucky constantly talks about ‘me time’ and Reader is dying to find out what exactly he does.
ANI really wanted to make this as filthy as possible as homage to @emilyevanston but it’s not nearly at her level. I tried! This fic is written as a one shot for @emilyevanston ‘s 1 year / 2k blogiversary. I hope you enjoy it my dear! xo
GIF not mine
Bucky was always touting the importance of “me time” to anyone and everyone was getting sick of hearing him explain, always with that shit-eating smirk on his face, just how necessary it was for one to take some time for themselves. You did have to admit that whenever he returned from his “me time’ there was a noticeable improvement in his mood.
You point blank asked him about it one day during training.
“Bucky, what exactly does ‘me time’ entail?”
You swore a slight flush crawl up his neck and dust his cheeks. “Well, it’s really anything that you do that makes you … makes you feel good, ya know?”
You shook your head, “No. Like… painting?” You had a hard time picturing the Winter Soldier sketching in a notebook.
He nodded, “For some people, yeah. Like Steve. His ‘me time’ involves drawing. Nat likes running.”
“So what do you do?”
“My time is a little more… physical.” He smirked.
“Like what?” you persisted.
“Never you mind,” was his response.
A few days after that conversation happened, the air conditioner in the tower was on the fritz. Tony swore he had no idea how it happened, but you knew he had been tinkering with it, trying to make it strong enough to actually make snow.
Because it was so hot, everyone was super cranky and irritable. People were snapping at each other for the most ridiculous things so you tried to avoid everyone, choosing to remain in your room in the dark, wearing as little as possible. After a while though, you realized that you weren’t feeling any cooler so you ventured out to the kitchen to grab a cold drink (at least the fridge and freezers were working).
You walked into Sam and Bucky bickering over a game of cards (why they thought a competitive game would be a good idea on a day when they were unusually cranky was beyond you).
Without interrupting them, you trudged to the fridge and pulled out your bottle of water, shivering slightly at the cool air coming from the inside.
“Y/N, would you tell Bucky here that you need to call last card before you have the last damn card?” Sam huffed at you.
Holding up a finger, you took a long swallow of your drink. “You only have to call it if you decide upon it I the start of the game. Sorry, Sam.”
He frowned at you and threw down his cards, “Ugh, of course you’d take his side.” He rolled his eyes.
You smiled and flipped him the bird.
Bucky was unusually quiet during this exchange. Abruptly, he stood up and excused himself, muttering something about ‘me time’.
You scolded Sam, “See what you did? You upset him.” You were about to go after him but Sam stopped you.
“Want some ice cream?” he offered and you gladly accepted.
Later that day, you walked by Steve and Bucky in the game room playing pool. You were on your way to the library to do some quiet reading but you had forgotten to ask Steve if he had returned some books that you lent him.
“Hey guys…Steve, do you still have those books I lent you?” you interrupted.
Steve looked up from the pool table and almost dropped his pool cue. “Y/N!” he scolded. “Where are your clothes?”
You shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing. Since it was so hot, you had been walking around in a tank top and shorts. “Steve, it’s hot. What do you want me to wear?”
He flushed, “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to seeing you a lot more covered up.”
You felt your face turn warm, “You’re embarrassing me, you ass. It’s too hot to wear too many clothes. Besides, it’s not much different than what you’ve got on.” You crossed your arms, “So… my books?”
“They’re in my room, come by later and get them.”
“Should I wear more clothes? Would that make you more comfortable?” you teased him.
He blushed, “Sorry!” he apologized again.
You shrugged at him, “Whatever. I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?”
Bucky just shook his head at you, lips pursed. Steve asked for an iced tea.
When you returned with his drink, Bucky was gone and Steve was playing a video game.
“Where’d Buck go?” you asked, handing him his drink.
“Thanks. Uh, to his room. Said he needed some ‘me time’,” he rolled his eyes.
You stomped your foot down. “Dammit! That’s the second time today he’s left me for his damned ‘me time’! I’m starting to get the feeling that something’s up.”
“Nah,” Steve replied. “You’re being paranoid.”
“Maybe,” you mused, “but I’m going to investigate.”
“Y/N,” he warned, “Don’t go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
You batted your lashes at him, “Lil ol me?” you asked.
He laughed as you walked away.
You made your way to Bucky’s room but stopped before walking in. What if Steve was right? Maybe you should be minding your own business. But you heard noises coming from behind the door and curiosity got the best of you so you quietly pushed his door open.
You froze at the sight before you. Bucky was splayed across his bed, head back, eyes closed in concentration. His shorts were pushed down and his metal hand gripped the sheets around him as his flesh hand stroked up and down, choking his thick cock. His pace was fast, almost furious, and the sounds coming from him immediately made your pussy wet.
You watched him for a moment, frozen in spot when suddenly, he moaned out your name.
You took a sharp breath in and his eyes flew open, making eye contact with yours.
He cocked an eyebrow at you and kept going, slowing down his movements.
You watched as he swiped his thumb over his dripping head and used his precum to lubricate his hand.
Silently, your eyes followed the motion and without realizing it, you licked your lips.
Bucky let out a low moan and you made eye contact again.
“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” he ground out, between clenched teeth.
You shook your head in disbelief not sure what was going on.
He continued in his actions, moving his hand agonizingly slow. “All day long, you’ve been killin’ me. Every time you walked into the room… your fuckin’ tits bouncing in my face. Watching you walk away, your ass in those shorts…” he threw his head back, groaning obscenely and heat flooded your body.
“What?” you choked out, still not understanding what exactly was going on. “Is this really happening?”
He chuckled drily, “Sweetheart, this is about you. The things you do to me… the things I wanna do to you.”
You swallowed hard, “Fuck Bucky, why didn’t you ever say anything?”
He hand halted in his movements, “Seriously? Can we table this conversation for later, maybe?”
You laughed, walking towards him. “Need a hand there?” You stopped in your tracks. “Wait…this is what you do during ‘me time’?!”
He had the decency to look embarrassed, “Uh, yeah?” he offered.
You just laughed at him, “Of all the ridiculous things I’ve ever heard…” you leaned in and kissed him, hard. “Is it still ‘me time’ if two of us are doing it?” You winked at him, reaching down and replacing his hand with yours. You stroked him, hesitantly at first then increasing your speed.
Bucky moaned at your touch, “God, that feels so good.”
You kept up with your pace and kissed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his hair.
He cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to him. Instinctively, his hips lifted of their own accord. “Shit, baby, I’m close…”
“Shh, come for me then,” you coaxed him.
You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand and with a groan, he came, ribbons of hot cum spurting out, coating his abdomen and chest.
You slowed down your movements and stilled, kissing him softly. You got up to get a towel so he could clean himself.
Bucky heard you giggling to yourself in the bathroom and he called out to you, “Y/N? What’s so funny?”
You returned and tossed him the towel, “You are. I can’t believe this is what you’ve been doing this whole time!”
He rolled his eyes at you and you continued.
“Can I ask an… awkward question?”
He looked at you, “At this point, I think we’re beyond awkwardness.”
I KNOW in most fandoms everyone loves to draw/write the male lead with great abs. Six packs! They make the girl, guy, whatever romantic interest drool when they see these fantastic abs. They’re defined, perfect, glistening, whatever… but for most guys wouldn’t actually exist. Sorry Harry, James, I love you both but I’m doubting the six pack. Tony Stark? Nah. (Steve Rogers though, but that’s another story) Draco Malfoy, doubtful. Maxon? Eh, maybe. Maybe.
But Percy Jackson?
This boy is out fighting and training all day every day, with every muscle in his body, and he’s part god. It’s physiologically realistic that he’d have some fantastic abs on him, and the demigod thing just adds to it. And this is my absolute favorite thing EVER- all those works of art are believable, every moment where Annabeth drools over the gorgeous abs, yes, completely real. So here’s a moment for Percy Jackson and his abs, because it’s canon that they’re totally amazing (and everything else about him too).
Summary: When he hears screaming in your bedroom, good ol’ Captain America rushes in to save the day. It’s a good thing it’s not the pleasured kind of screaming.
Warnings: Steve scares me sometimes. No language, overprotective fathers, and cutesy fluff.
Other Notes: If you’re also AFAB you can probably relate to period cramps - if not, that’s okay. I wrote this with them in mind but the cramps you can attribute to just about any condition… gender neutral! Okay, I think that’s all I have to say.
Junior Soldier, Part 1- Steve Rogers x Barnes!Child!Reader
To Hydra, the super soldier serum was worth more than its weight in gold. Their scientists had tried desperately to duplicate it, but with no avail. Hydra’s agents scoured the world in pursuit of a few remaining formulas- the Winter Soldier found five after killing Howard Stark.
But Hydra needed more.
So they tried a little experiment to see if they could duplicate the serum- this time, not the serum alone, but a super soldier with it.
They decided to try and breed a super soldier.
Bucky was in cryofreeze when Clint, Sam, Steve and Nat busted a small Hydra base, where they had heard some scientists were developing a new weapon.
It was Steve who found her.
He punched and shoved his way up to a small lab that contained absolutely no weapons whatsoever. In fact, it was empty apart from a tiny little girl of about three or four, asleep on a counter beside a file.
Cautiously, he approached, wary of some sort of optical illusion or trick. He reached the child, peacefully sleeping, clutching a lock of her long, (h/c) hair in her tiny fist.
Steve frowned. The girl looked pretty real at close quarters.
Of course, he was still on his guard. To see if she was real and solid, he….stuck out his index finger and poked her. Her (e/c) eyes instantly opened wide as she sat up, looking scared. She cowered when she saw Steve. She was terrified.
“Uh…hi,” said Steve awkwardly, but mentally thinking that the girl looked very…familiar.
She frowned, still tense; her breathing was deep but fast.
Steve’s eyes fell on the file beside her. Wondering if it might be hers, he reached out for it.
The girl flinched.
“Hey,” he said, trying to sound soothing. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”
There was a disbelieving scowl on the girl’s face. Steve reached for the file again- this time, she was still, but she watched his every movement suspiciously.
Steve opened up the file- and gasped. Clipped inside was a picture of Bucky as the Winter Soldier, and the name (y/n) (m/n) Barnes.
He looked at the girl, then looked at the picture of Bucky. The resemblance was uncanny.
“(y/n)?” he ventured.
The girl’s scowl had relaxed. She nodded to show she was listening.
“Er, can you talk?” Steve continued, hoping very dearly that she could. It would make befriending her so much easier.
The girl nodded again.
“W-well, I, uh, I’m Steve,” he said, carefully extending his hand.
She stared at it for a few seconds, then shook it lightly before withdrawing her hand quickly, almost as if Steve was going to bite her.
“Uh, this might sound like a stupid question, but dyu know who you are?’ Steve asked.
“I’m (y/n) Barnes,” she replied softly, in a childish accent.
“What the- is that a kid?” Clint’s voice came from behind Steve, and (y/n) tensed up again, fear showing in her large eyes.
“Yeah…apparently, Bucky’s kid,” said Steve weakly.
Clint offered to take her for a while,seeing as he had experience with children, but Steve declined. He had finally succeeded in convincing little (y/n) of two things- that he was her Uncle Steve, and that he wasn’t going to hurt her.
Once thus convinced, he had picked her up, and she had clung to his neck for dear life, afraid of all the others.
“Steve, what are you going to do with her?” Sam asked as (y/n) studied him with trepidation.
“Keep her,” Steve answered without thinking.
Nat pursed her lips, thinking. Clint nodded understandingly. Sam looked at him as if he had lost his nuts.
“She’s my best friend’s daughter,” said Steve firmly, as if that settled it.
For the time being, it did. (y/n) wouldn’t let go of Steve, but she did ask him once or twice why all the mean people were lying about on the ground covered in red stuff.
“They take a lot of that red stuff from my arm,” she said unhappily.
Steve stroked her hair, already attached.
“Don’t worry, nobody’s going to hurt you now,” he said.
He wore the baseball hat
backwards and kept his sunglasses on and for all the college kids knew, he was
just another kid hanging out, dicking around on his skateboard.
He wore an oversize
hoodie, just to be safe.
It didn’t take him long to
get his balance when it came to turns and coasting, but it wasn’t until Markus
showed him how that he learned how to land a proper Ollie. Do an Ollie?
Ollie? He was still figuring the
wording out, exactly.
But he could do one, and
he was getting better on the little half-pipe, and sliding along the
rails. Coasting on the rails. He didn’t remember what Trey had called it,
exactly. Didn’t matter, he was getting
better at it.
It was quietest on
Saturday mornings; Friday nights always a big night out for college kids. He was just warming up and psyching himself
up to try one of the more complicated things he’d seen Piper do the other day
(she was incredibly creative and wasn’t afraid to take a spill) when he saw a
familiar face set a backpack and a board down.
“Didn’t think I’d find you
Steve grinned. “Lucky guess?”
“Nah.” Amal smiled.
“I’ve seen you fiddling with those shop dollies in Stark’s lab.” He
motioned to Steve’s feet. “And those
seemed a little out of character.”
He’d bought a pair of
Converse to see what the big deal was and to blend in a little better. “They’re comfortable.”
Amal smirked. “So?
Show me what tricks you’ve got up your sleeve. See if I can teach you anything new.”
Steve laughed. “I only learned The Ollie a couple weeks ago,
don’t expect too much.”
“The Ollie. Oh my God.
You geriatric. Is that like The
Steve scowled watching
Amal try to control his giggles. “Let’s
see what you’ve got then, whippersnapper.”
Amal wiped an eye, still
giggling and grabbed his board. “You got
Prompt: When an early bird and a womanizer are roommates, they come up with a scheme that favors both of them. But some things are not as clear as they seem
Pairing: Buckyx Reader
Warnings: None that I know of… *If you do feel triggered by something else, let me know so I can add here and warn other readers!
Word Count: 960
Author’s Note: I’m on a roll!! Part 3 will probably come soon too haha As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)