Captain America: Civil War Speculation
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Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
6 Jul 2015
"You don't fucking get it, do you." Steve jerked Bucky around to face him, fist curled around the edge of his Kevlar vest. Bucky hadn't even heard him move. Looking into his eyes was like gazing upon one of the archangels of the Old Testament. Awe-inspiring power and pure, terrible conviction. "I would raze the planet before I allowed anyone to lay a hand on you. If I have to personally kill every Hydra agent with my bare hands or shoot anyone who tries to bring you in, even a friend, so be it."
Or: Where Bucky goes, Steve will follow. No matter what.
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ant-Man (2015), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
15 Jul 2015
The fact is: Steve Rogers was never a good liar. Always played it over-the-top, or failed to control where his eyes moved; how many times he blinked. His tells were endless.
Provided that one knew where to look.
Spoilers for Ant-Man, Post-Credits Scene (2015).
Safe House by Brenda for Magicandmalice
23 Dec 2015
"Fuck," he heard Bucky exhale a moment later, then felt Bucky's hands trailing up along his spine, slow, methodical, and achingly gentle. "You're really here."
Steve let out a sobbing laugh and pressed a water-logged kiss to Bucky's shoulder. "That's my line," he said, trailing his lips along the angry, scarred tissue where metal met flesh. Now that he had permission, he couldn't stop kissing or touching or shifting to bring them closer. Bucky's heartbeat was a comforting counterpart to his own, their breaths syncing together the way they always used to.
Together, against every odd in the universe.
He’s still wearing the clothes they caught him in. A long sleeved red shirt, a pair of dark jeans. They’ve taken his jacket, and his shoes and socks. His bare feet are pale, with little smatterings of dark hair across the top of them. His toes are long, and incongruously human looking. Even after years of knowing Steve, she’s still never been sure he is - human, that is - and standing in front of the thick glass her memories get tangled up with the last time she did something like this. But that monster had stood fully clothed, and she’s seen this one chained more often than not.