Well I apologize for the lack of decent art the past week and a half due to a new content patch in WoW and my birthday all in one week, which turned out really nice and chill with a few gifts and good times with friends. But yes here’s a ref of Smashberry and Pyro, more or less sized to scale between the brother’s height difference.
Oh and what is in Pyro’s hand is one of his own mana cigs
While I love Ed, this is the guy I was staring at for the entire scene, like WOW who this be?
Turns out this nice lad is William Postlethwaite and he was in #Containment with our beloved Louise Brealey! How am I just learning about him?! Also a round of applause for #IMDB for always solving that who was that? mystery.
I’m Sorry, What? (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x reader)
reader is an experiment with Steve and is Bucky’s girlfriend. The reader gets
frozen too and becomes an avenger with Steve and helps Steve find Bucky. Hello
there. I absolutely adore your blog.
2.If you don’t mind, can you write a fic
where the reader is BFFs w/ recovered!Bucky and Steve since 40s? Like Bucky
says a dirty joke in front of the Avengers who are silent but Steve starts
laughing so hard he can hardly breathe. And everyone is just shocked, so Bucky
says “You do know that we were in the army, right?”. And when on a mission,
they do some friendly smack-talk and the others look at each other like these
are the national heroes? TYSM!
(Y/N)! I’ve got one,” Steve whispered as
he was strapped into his own Vita-Ray machine as you watched from yours.
Rogers! Now isn’t the time!”
“Why do men
get their greatest ideas in bed?” he smirked.
your eyes shut and turned away, hoping that your disinterest would make him
stop. He was nervous, you could tell;
not only from the look on his face, but the beginning of an endless array of
dirty jokes that he and Bucky would use to distract themselves when they were
upset. With Bucky deployed already, you
were the helpless recipient of his inappropriate sense of humor.
doing this, Steve.”
“Oh, come on,
don’t be such a prude.” You heard him
wince as he was injected with something, now suddenly quieter and less
enthusiastic to embarrass you. “That
wasn’t so bad.”
“That was penicillin,”
the doctor said quietly.
out loud, but cleared your throat with a slight cough to regain your composure when
he glared at you, but a wide grin was still spread across your lips. “C’mon, Steve. Don’t be such a baby.”
didn’t match how you felt inside; you were terrified but didn’t want Steve to
know. You had only agreed to do this
with him because you wanted him to know you would always be at his side and
supportive. They had asked for one male
and one female subject, so you jumped at the chance when he had brought it
capsule rose to stand you straight and the doors began to close, you weren’t so
sure anymore. You quickly looked to Steve
before the doors were tight, hoping to get one last look at him as he was.
they’re plugged into a genius,” he laughed, getting the last syllable of the
punchline out just as his doors sealed shut, and your own only a few seconds
gonna kill us,” you mumbled, allowing the stupid joke to give you a few seconds
of laughter before the harsh lights began to surround you and the pain of the
serum took its hold.
Steve’s eyes were filled with sadness
and apprehension when he looked at you, hoping that you would have an idea that
was better than his. Anything that would
change the course of the mission and allow you both to survive.
“I’ve gotta put her in the water!” he
told Peggy, on the other end of the line.
You crawled along the floor of the plane behind him and pulled yourself
up on his chair, struggling to hold your balance. You rested your hands on his shoulders and
gave them a small squeeze to show him that you were with him, no matter what he
“Please don’t do this,” she replied with
a broken voice, “We have time. We can
work it out.”
“Peggy, this is my choice.”
You leaned down and wrapped your arms
around his shoulders and leaned in to rest your head against his. Tears began to sting at your eyes, but you
held them at bay for fear of upsetting him more, fear of making his guilt even
harder to bear in his final moments.
“I’m gonna need a rain check on that
“A week next Saturday, at The Stork
“He doesn’t know how to dance,” you
“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’ll show him how.” You could hear the tears in her voice, and
all it did was bring you more pain, knowing that the two of them would never
have their chance. And, oh, how Steve
deserved a chance. You turned to leave a
small kiss on his cheek then stood again to watch the plane descend in its last
“We’ll have the band play something
slow. I’d hate to step on your-“
really doesn’t do you justice, Stevie. You’re
so much more handsome than that.”
flirting with me, (Y/N)?”
with your mouth open, feigning shock and surprise, “Eww! No! We’re
not going to replay that disaster again, believe
don’t have to be so absolute about it, you know. Men have feelings too,” he whined, holding
his hand over his chest. “I’m hurt,
babe. I thought we had something
‘The story of Captain America is one
of honor, bravery, and sacrifice.’
really clear why Steve insisted that you visit his Smithsonian exhibit, looking
around and seeing little kids and adults alike wearing their Captain America
gear as they walked around the pictures of you and your old friends, long since
gone. The first display showed the
pre-serum version of him, your little Steve, barely even a shadow to his
current form, which was pictured next to it.
As he made
his way through the displays and re-read the information about his
transformation and his career as the Captain, you held back slightly and
observed him. Even though he had been
here several times on his own already, every so often his hand would raise
slowly and drift over the pictures as if he were trying to feel those moments
directly. He didn’t look sad, but rather
just introspective and maybe even a bit thankful.
you asked quietly, putting a supportive hand on his arm, then raised the other
and gently tapped on the side of his head.
“What going on in there?”
‘Best friends since childhood, Bucky
Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both the schoolyard and
battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling
Commando to give his life in the service of his country.’
perked up at the introduction, pausing to look for the area in which it was
coming from. He shifted your hand into
his and pulled you along as he read each display until he came upon the one he
turned out really nice,” you mumbled.
You had a few
pictures of Bucky that had been recovered, a few with both of you in them,
smiling and happy together. This picture
was different; it was taken during the war, and his expression looked a little tired. Seeing it in this large scale, and as a
monument to his memory, brought a pain that you weren’t expecting, and a haze
of tears began to cloud your vision.
nudged, “hey, are you okay?”
“Can I have a
few minutes?” Your voice was quiet and
rough, beginning to fail you just a little.
As Steve nodded and walked towards another display, you held your place,
studying the face that you had known so well; the face of the man you thought
you would spend the rest of your life with.
Once Steve had told you about Bucky’s fall, the two of you fought
together and lived like you only had one purpose; to defeat HYDRA once and for
all. For all intents and purposes, it
had cost you your lives, or at least the lives you knew.
If you had no
one else, at least you had each other.
There was a short time when your friendship had turned into something
more, but even after that had fallen apart, you still held onto some of those feelings
ma’am, do you know anything about this man on the exhibit?”
“He was a
good man,” you sighed, “that’s all I anyone needs to know.” Turning to walk away and to find Steve, you
didn’t look at the man with the gentle voice, whose face matched the one on the
glass wall where you had just stood seconds ago.
Steve’s eye as you approached, and he quickly moved to stand in front of you,
taking a hold of your shoulders with a look of worry. “Did you talk to him?” His head darted around and past you, searching
as if he had lost something.
“Did I talk
“Buck! I brought you here because it was safe, and
the team wouldn’t get involved.” His
eyes brightened and a wide grin crossed his lips, “he was supposed to talk to
you, and have it be a surprise that he’s here!”
He began to look past you again, “where the hell did he go?”
You felt the
room begin to spin slightly, and your head felt heavy with a loud ringing in
your ears. Pulling from Steve’s firm
grasp, you grabbed the wall and lowered yourself to sit on the floor next to
him. He immediately dropped to sit next
to you, his smile completely gone and his expression replaced with near panic.
“(Y/N)? What’s going on? You don’t have any color in your face
anymore. Are you going to faint?”
he here?” you mumbled, “Steve, are you sure?
Is he…is he…himself?”
“He will be,
(Y/N). No matter what happened to him,
there are some things that just never change.”
Stark! What did the elephant say to the
gasped and spun on your heel to look at him in shock, “we are in the middle of
a fight! Trust me when I say, there is never a good time for that!”
“Oh, come on,
(Y/N)! It’s always a good time for
that!” Bucky laughed, running past you with a firm slap of his metal hand to
your behind. “But I think he could do better!”
“Hang on a
second,” Tony interrupted, “what just happened?”
your head and turned around to look at your friends with a disapproving glare
and a point in each of their directions.
“Oh, Tony. You have no idea how
many years that I’ve heard this, and it only got worse after the war
started. I don’t think they have a tasteless
joke that I haven’t heard.”
accepted!” Bucky intercepted two more
assailants and moved to your side to assist you, still thinking of a joke he
wanted to use. He excitedly slapped at
your arm as it came to him.
it! Hey, Rogers! What’s the difference between you and eggs?”
You heard a
chuckle from Tony and a whimper from your own throat, not even realizing that
you had done it. “Yep, heard it before,”
you whispered to yourself with a look of disappointment on your face.
on, Cap,” Tony encouraged, “show us what you’ve got.”
back at the group as each of you continued to fight, shaking his head slightly
when he couldn’t think of the correct punchline. After a few minutes, he still had yet to
answer, and you started to feel bad for the guy. “I don’t know, Buck. I give.”
laid, and you don’t!”
A collective groan
went out over the comms, and Steve’s face filled with a deep red shade, but not
out of embarrassment; he actually thought that his friend was hilarious and a
deep, resounding laugh followed.
(Y/N)? I told you it was funny!”
you a wink and a small smirk as he ran past his friend, leaning in close for a
private reply, “no, Buck. That’s not why