steve-peck

Misery Needs Company

it sounded like @copperbadge was having One of Those Weekends, so i asked if he’d like some fic and he requested someone with a headache getting coddled

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“Tony!” Pepper calls and he flinches.

A headache going on day three is sitting like a pulsating rock in his frontal lobe and the pitch of her voice is enough to send a needle point of pain inward.

Pepper pauses, looks at him for five seconds, and then says, voice lowered, “When did it start?”

“On the way home from NBC?” Tony tries because he honestly isn’t sure.

Pepper stares at him. “That was two days ago.”

“Yeah,” Tony sighs.

Tony,” she says, sounding appalled.

“What?” he replies defensively. “I’ve gotten six hours of sleep the last four nights, I’ve eaten regularly, I’ve only had like four cups of coffee per day, and I haven’t gone over the recommended dose of over-the-counter painkillers even though I know you can go over that and be fine!”

“Tony, that wasn’t criticism,” Pepper says, her expression sympathetic and her hand light on his arm.

“Oh,” Tony says, and deflates. “I’m tired and I’ve been sleeping,” he whines. “How is that fair?”

“It’s not.” She nudges him forward gently and Tony moves as directed, reaching up to dig his knuckles into his forehead. If he presses hard enough, it briefly dulls the pain. “Come on. We’re done for today.”

Tony should protest. There’s still a lot to do. But it feels good to have someone take the reins and he doesn’t have it in him to fight when he wants to do what she says so badly.

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For anon…enjoy! Bless this gif

“Hey team,” you called out with a smile as you walked through the firehouse.

Your friend was a firefighter and you had decided to bring him lunch. Considering this was the usual for you, it didn’t seem out of place.

Some of the firefighters waved. A few ruffled your hair, causing you to scrunch your nose. You slowed down when you reached your friend’s best friend on the squad.

“Hey Wilson,” you greeted with a smirk.
“Hey kid,” he replied with a wide grin.
“I don’t suppose you know where Steve-o’s at, do you?”
He arched a challenging brow. “I don’t suppose you got some extra grub?”

You smirked, hand already reaching into the fast food bag.

“Pssh, you know it.”

Wilson chuckled before catching the food you tossed. He made grunts of approval as he unwrapped the burger. You smirked.

“You’ll get the curly fries when you give me my info,” you teased.
“Rogers and Romanoff were called in by the Chief. Should be out in a minute.”
“Thanks Sammy,” you drawled before handing him the fries.

You left Wilson to himself as you headed further into the station. You made your way upstairs and toward the break room. Shaking your head, you placed the bag for Steve on the counter. Despite it being a firehouse, they had a nice kitchen.

You snagged a fry and chomped. However, you stopped mid-smirk when you caught sight of a new firefighter…topless. He looked as though he had just finished working out. His brunet hair waved a little in front of his face. You couldn’t help but stare. He quickly caught sight of you.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here,” he told you in confusion.
“Trust me,” you mumbled, “I do not care if it’s wrong.”

The man chuckled. He licked his lips before raising his curious gaze back to you. You bit your lip slightly. Sighing, you decided to answer him.

“I’m friends with Rogers. Brought him lunch,” you paused, “I thought I knew everyone in this unit.”
The man grinned. “Transfer from Brooklyn, actually.”
You arched a playful brow. “Am I supposed to call you that?”
He chuckled again. “You’re real funny, you know that?”
“I try,” you shrugged.
“James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”
“Bucky, huh?” you asked, “Well, it’s real nice to meet you.”
“Y/N? Did I see Wilson with a burger and fries?”

You turned with a smile. Steve was heading your way. You snatched the bag and held it up for him.

“Probably, Steve-o. But, no worries, he only has the decoy.”

Steve chuckled before taking the bag. He went to sit down when he caught sight of the transfer. He beamed.

“You two have met,” he commented, “That’s great!”
You arched a brow. “Why’s that? No offense, Buck.”
“Non taken.”

It was Steve’s turn to shoot Bucky a questioning glance. The transfer just shrugged. motioning to you slightly.

“Bucky and I go way back,” Steve explained, “He usually only lets people he’s known a while to call him Bucky.”
“Is that so?” you asked with a smirk.
“Hey, you were checking me out,” he countered.

You chuckled. You gave Steve a peck on the cheek. Bucky averted his gaze.

“Enjoy lunch,” you told him, turning to leave, “Oh, and give Buck-o my number for me?”

You smirked as you watched his surprised reaction. It swiftly turned into a sly grin. He whipped his shirt off his neck as he turned. Steve just chuckled before biting into his sandwich. Just before you were out of range, you decided to call back.

“And tell him I’m free most Fridays!”
“I got it,” Steve called back, “You owe me, Buck.”
“Yeah I do.”

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25. “I will always love you.”
Requested by anon.

Bucky x Reader
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Bucky watched you and Steve giggling like two little school kids. He watched the way your eyes lit up every time Steve smiled at you.

You two were obviously so lost in each other, you didn’t notice the hurt in Bucky’s eyes.

“I’ll get us some drinks.” Steve smirked. “Want anything Buck?”

Bucky shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. “No thanks.”

Steve pecked your lips quickly before escaping into the crowded floor. Leaving you two alone.

“Isn’t he just amazing?” You said with admiration in your voice.

And suddenly, being alone with you was somehow unbearable.

“I better go.” Bucky muttered, turning his back to you.

You cocked your brow and went for him.

“Where you going? The night just started!” You said with a smile.

“I-I can’t do this.” He whispered.

You were now filled with curiosity, inching toward your boyfriends best friend.

“Can’t do what?”

Bucky motioned between the two of you, his eyes glossy from the drinks. “This.” He stated. “I can’t just stand here and watch you and Steve. I can’t just be your friend anymore.”

“W-what? Why?” You were beginning to grow worried. Wondering what you did to make him so angry.

And just like that, all the built up tension and emotion he kept to himself was now coming out. “Because I’m in love with you!” He exclaimed. “I have loved you since the day we met and I will always love you.”

Your throat thickened, making it hard to breathe. You were locked in your stance, scared to make a single move.

“There you two are!” Steve yelled. He made his way over with the drinks in his hands. “I was looking for you guys.”

Bucky let out a long breath, and forced a smirk. “Well you found us.” He said. “But hey, I should leave. Need to get up early tomorrow.”

Before Steve could say a word, Bucky took one last glance at you and left.

“Is everything okay?” Steve nudged your side, snapping you out of your daze.

“Y-Yeah. E-Everything is fine.” You lied.

Cookie Time

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (kinda…you’ll see)

Requested by: Anon - please let me know what you think hope you don’t mind me changing it a bit!

Hi~ could you please make a story where a member of the avengers share a secret stash of rare/limited edition midnight snacks with reader and one day they are caught in the act by the whole team cause they think there is something fishy going on.

A/n: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!  Please support your local Girl Scouts, they are a wonderful organization that teaches young girls to be independent and entrepreneurs.  


You had no idea how T’Challa had managed it. He had managed to get Girl Scout cookies sent to Wakanda for you.  After looking at him in disbelief and demanding to know where he got them, you ran into his arms giving him a big hug.

“It was nothing. I knew you missed home so I thought I could bring a bit of home to you.”  T’Challa had been hiding and protecting you and the rest of Team Cap since all the unpleasantness with Tony.

T’Challa had quickly become on your closest friends, you knew he made a point to look out for you and the others.   You had been in Wakanda almost a year and there was tons of progress on Bucky’s mind.  So much so, he decided to leave cyro.  However this didn’t change things with the government and you and the others were still unable to go home.

You took your stash of cookies and hid them in the cleaning closet in the far hallway leading to the bedrooms.   Only leaving out one box of Trefoils, you head to the living room where you knew Steve and Bucky would be.  You remembered Steve and Bucky talking about tasting the cookies back in the day and both seemed that they were dying to try the cookies once again.

Walking into the living room you find them each on either end of the couch.  Plopping into the space between them you give them both smiles.   Pulling out a cookie for each you handed one to each of them.  You watched as the two super soldiers on either side of you took a bite before letting out twin moans of delight.

Not twenty minutes later the cookies were gone.  The guys beg you for more but you refused to tell them where they were.  “But I am your boyfriend you have to tell me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on Steve’s face.  Getting up to head to bed you laugh as Steve stands to wrap his arms around you and give you a breathtaking kiss, when he finally pulled away you melted into him.

Kissing up your neck and whispering in your ear, you let out a laugh when Steve said “Please tell me where the cookies are”

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Traci Nash Appreciation Week Day 1:  Favorite Ship

“The other day I ran into this guy at the bar and we were talking and everything was fine and then I dunno I panicked and I made a weak excuse to go home.  And I’m sitting in the cab and I’m telling myself, you know, ‘he’s arrogant…this is all for the best.  He’s obnoxious, entitled…’ but then as soon as I got home all I could think was ‘I wanna go back to that bar’…y’know, rewind…start over.  I wanna keep arguing about stupid things like why is he wearing a vest all the time?  Why does he have a Duran Duran tattoo?  Do you see what I mean?  I’m stuck.  I can’t move forward and I can’t sit still.”

anonymous asked:

How about Steve vs. the terrifying Chicken with the commandos witnessing this fight????

It was bound to happen, they were wandering through woods and rural areas and villages and, look.  

Bucky knew it was going to happen sooner or later but he never thought it would be this great.   

They’d been marching so long he wasn’t even sure exactly where they were but he figured he’d ask first thing after he had some sleep.  They’d found a farm that was fairly isolated and was unoccupied; ransacked or abandoned he didn’t know, but he knew it was cover enough for the night.

Gabe and Morita split the night watch and Bucky bed down in a corner with good sightlines.  

And slept through until the most magical of moments.  When he woke, he was aware of three things: he had to take a leak, he was the last one awake, and Steve was still lying in the spot he’d bed down in, but was currently having a staring contest with a chicken.

The Commandos were watching out of sheer curiosity.  Cap wasn’t afraid of anything so what he was staring at, Bucky was sure they didn’t know.  

Bucky knew.

Steve had been eleven and frail as anything when one of Ms. McLaughlin’s chickens had gotten loose and chased Steve all the way down the block, pecking at his heels and clucking up a ruckus.  And Steve had been terrified of chickens ever since.  

Bucky couldn’t help it and he eeked out the tiniest, high-pitched giggle.  

Which is apparently all it took to freak the chicken out, who started the flap her wings and cluck and Steve fell over himself to get away and made sure to toss a boot at her in the process.

She ducked the boot and Bucky briefly considered seeing if he could catch and train her; Steve had great aim so if she managed to duck, she was no slouch.

The Commandos were still standing perfectly still, though looking increasingly confused (and amused).  Bucky was holding his sides and praying to anyone that would listen that he didn’t piss his pants.  

She managed to corner Steve and start pecking at him.  Steve still had one boot and he was shoving at her with it, unwilling to throw it and have her dodge again.  

Dum Dum was the first to recover and he hustled over and scooped the chicken up in his hands.   

“I got ‘er, I got ‘er.”  She fluffed herself up and settled in Dum Dum’s arms.  

“Oh come on!”  Steve pouted, affronted.

“You two clearly have a long-standing blood feud.  I say we end this peacefully, we got enough war on our hands.”  Dum Dum looked down to the chicken, walking outside with her as he spoke.  “He won’t bother you again, ma’am.”

Bucky gasped for a breath as a new bout of laughter took over, and hurried outside himself, Steve’s You guys are asses! following him.

The Daughter of Hades - rewrite // p1

summary: you thought your close friend and long time crush James Buchanan Barnes was going off to war, but it seems you would be the one to battle all types of war from being a weapon for a dangerous organization known as Hyrda, to fighting a war with your own mind.

pairings: Bucky x female reader

warnings: angst, violence, car crash, injections, swearing,

thoughts are in italics

A/N: i really appreciate all of the great feedback i got from the original Daughter of Hades, but personally i wasn’t happy with some of the content and decided to rewrite the (unfinished) series with a new plot :) i hope everyone enjoys this adaptation as much as the first <3

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


1945, Brooklyn

Naturally, you weren’t much of a drinker, you’d have a couple of beers and stop there. People would call you the sober one, even though you drank more than any normal girl. They’d say you weren’t fun; but you felt responsible for your friends and wanted to make sure they got home safe. But with Bucky leaving for war soon, why not have more than usual? You’d been out with a few friends tonight, two of your closest friends Bucky and Steve who you’ve known since high school, and Clara who had just dealt with a break up. She was completely heart broken and ended up having two beers, a whisky and three glasses of wine. You had just been to the bathroom and returned to see Steve and Bucky at the bar, with Clara in a corner booth with her head on the table next to an uncomfortably close man.

“Steve! Bucky!” You shouted over the chatter so you could scowl at them for not looking after your friend. “Why is Clara half asleep on the table?” You said in your mun voice with your hands on your hips.

“She went to sit with some girls that new her.” Bucky said without turning to look at her, but he was never good at looking confident when you were in your mum stance.

Annoyed at their ignorance and carelessness, you grabbed both of them by the ear and turned them to Clara’s table. “I’m pretty sure he is not a girl and that Clara does not know him.” You pushed through the middle of them to make your way to Clara, but not without smacking both of them on the back of the head.

“Clara, honey I think it’s time we get you home.” You shook her gently to stir her awake, to which she sat up a little to quickly.

She moaned and held her head, “Okay, but I’m driving,”

You chuckled lightly and helped her out of the booth; you started walking to Bucky and Steve, when someone grabbed your arm. “Hey, you can’t take her away she’s with me.” The man that was next to Clara slurred his words together, his breath reeked of alcohol.

“I don’t think so.” You tried pulling your arm free but he tightened his grip.

“C’mon she’s safe with me.” He leant in further to you.

“Look sweetie, nobody would be safe with you. We’re leaving.”

“Alright you can stay if you want,” He started raising his voice which caught the attention of Steve and Bucky. You finally got your arm free and turned away again, “but you’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” He landed a hard smack on your ass and grinned proudly. You froze in your tracks and slowly turned to face him.

Bucky wanted to punch that guy in the face so hard for what he just did to you; his crush on you meant he was always overprotective but this time it was necessary. But before he was within three feet of the man, you punched him square in the nose. There was a loud crack as his head flew back and he lost his balance, you kicked him in the groin for good measure making him curl up on the floor. 

When you turned around, Steve was holding up Clara, Bucky was gawking at you and the whole bar was quiet. Even the music had stopped. You smoothed out the creases in your dress and smiled like you just walked into the room. Your heels echoed throughout the room as you moved to Clara.

The music quickly returned and so did the chatter, probably about the kind faced woman giving a drunken giant a broken nose. You thanked Steve for helping Clara and turned to Bucky who still stared at you in awe.

“You catching flies there Buck?” When you didn’t get a reply you pushed up his jaw and gave him a lingered kiss on the cheek. “I’m taking Clara home, I’ll see you tomorrow. Dancing right?” He nodded slowly. You gave Steve a peck on the cheek as well. “Bye Steve.”

“Wait Y/N, are you going to get home okay?” It was cute how concerned he looked while still having the shock in his eyes from the current events. It did annoy you slightly though.

“Sweetie, I’m not that far away from here I’ll be fine.” You winked and then left.

Bucky, still quite shocked at the fight you put up, sat down in his stool bar and sighed. “What am I going to do punk?”

Steve retook his seat next to Bucky and ordered drinks for the two. “What do you mean?” Bucky was never unsure of anything, especially when it came to girls.

“I think I’m in love.” He replied with a smile.

“You’ve got to tell her Buck. What happened to the confident, ladies man I grew up with? Y’know, say something before its too late.” Steve rested a hand on Bucky’s back.

The bartender returned with their drinks and Bucky took a sip; he’d be shipping to England soon and he may never see you again. But for once in his life he didn’t know what to say to a girl. You weren’t like the other girls he’s dated; you were cocky, you preferred hanging out with the boys, you weren’t afraid to stand up for yourself; you just beat up a guy in front of a bar full of people and when the two of you first met you were the first to resist his charm. 

He raised his glass to Steve in cheers. “Tomorrow. When we go dancing.” He said smiling.

“I’ll make sure of that.”

“I know you would. If I don’t you’ll be on my ass ‘till I leave.” They both laughed loudly, and did for the rest of the night.


The drive home was thankfully peaceful, Clara had fallen asleep, rain was tapping on the roof and windshield of the car, and there was no traffic. Unusual. The street lamps created a warm, orange hue that reflected off the wet roads and created the illusion of driving on a river that was ablaze with an auburn fire. Either that or you had started hallucinating due to the amount of alcohol you drank. But you were a good driver none the less, and a safe one at that.

 But it surprised you when your headache got painfully stronger and the pounding in your head got louder Your vision had also started to blur, which is probably why you didn’t notice the tow large military Jeeps in front and behind you, suddenly appear. The problem was the one in front of you was facing you, you just didn’t know.

The Jeep behind you suddenly sped up and pulled up beside the driver’s door, it then rammed into the car forcefully and bent your car door inwards, trapping your arm. You managed to keep control of the car but didn’t hit the brakes, adrenaline had clouded your thinking skills. The Jeep next to you slowed and your gaze followed it as it dropped behind you.

When you returned your gaze to the road ahead, you were met with full beam headlights directly in your path by around 20 meters. You tried to swerve out f the way but the passenger side grazed the Jeep and the back flew out. The car spun twice before clipping the kerb and rolling down the main street in a battered wreck.

The car was now on it’s side in the middle of the road. You looked to your right to see Clara’s body lazily slumped against the car door as your seatbelt held you above her. Drops of blood were dripping from your head and landing on her beautiful face, then slowly running across the valley of her features. There was a large pool of blood next to her, when you followed the drips of blood you traced it to your left arm which hung loosely across your chest. It was broken. You groggily muttered Clara’s name to ask her for her injuries, but soon realized that her chest lay still and that another pool of blood bordered her head.

A light shines across your face for a brief second; you look up to see two dark figures walking towards you, flashlight in hand. They were talking amongst themselves in a foreign language with thick accents as they approached. If you weren’t hanging limply in your car with a broken arm you would’ve tried to get out and see who they were, but you were slowly losing consciousness.

For a moment you thought you were hallucinating, but in fact the car was being turned to sit haphazardly on all four wheels. The quick and unsettling movement caused pain to grow all over your body, especially due to your head and arm injuries.

Your car door was ripped from its secure spot, exposing the two mangled bodies inside. One of the figures shone the light directly into your eyes, to which you squinted and slowly turned away. The other figure was looking through the passenger window at Clara. They began conversing in the same language as before; the figure next to Clara walked off while the one next to you rested a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to come with us it’s not safe here, we can help you.” The figure, now speaking in English, still had their thick accent. You turned to look at them and saw a small man in a great suit with round glasses. “I’m going to get more help, wait here.”

When he walked out of sight, you noticed he had left a briefcase on the ground. You one-handedly unclipped the seatbelt and stumbled quietly out of the vehicle. The briefcase was surprisingly unlocked, so you rummaged through the contents for something; anything that could give you answers to who these people are.

Underneath multiple forms and confidential files, a handgun lay at the bottom of the case. After making sure it had a few rounds in it, you walked round the passenger side of the car wreckage. The crash hadn’t damaged your legs too much but they did hurt with all of your weight on them. You aimed the gun at the small man, who was talking to a significantly larger one, and lent on the car for support; also for a steady aim.

When the gun clicked after you had armed it, the two men turned to face you; both shocked at how you got the gun, and how you had such strength and determination after such a big accident. “Who are you?” You choked out.

“Darling, I’m a doctor.” He started as he walked to you slowly, as if not to spook an animal. “You shouldn’t be walking, you’ve suffered a lot of injuries. Let me take you to the hospital.”

You weren’t sure if the alcohol still had an affect on you or if you actually believed this man, but you lowered the gun and rested yourself on the floor against the car. Just then he lent down and whispered in your ear. “Everything that follows is all for a great cause.”

Before you and ask him what he meant, the larger man pinned you down and stabbed a needle into your neck. Very quickly, you stated loosing all feeling in your body and was going limp, every object in front of you seemed to merge into one, and then everything went black.



tags: @that-sarcastic-pisces, @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this re-write, I just felt like we needed some original Bucky love in there to get the plot going. 😊

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the Peck family

“That’s my dad, he’s talking to the chief, and yes he is my godfather. My mom, she is probably, I dunno, jacking up the head of homocide. My brother, is probably jacking with Boyko about the good old days. You know, maybe it makes a difference, maybe it doesn’t. I really have no idea, ‘cause it’s not like anybody tells me anything anyway. Not except, be a good cop, you know. Do us proud.”

“Gail.”

“It really doesn’t matter.”

“You sure?”

“No.”