Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
04 Sep 2017
Bucky could only stare for a moment, and then he called, “Steve! I think we’ve got a ghost!”
“Wait, you can see me like this?” the ghost said, suddenly looking out of the TV at Bucky.
“God damn it,” Steve growled from his bedroom, where he had insisted on trying to put his bed together immediately instead of putting it off for a day or three like a normal person. As if either of them had seen any action recently enough to need a bed. “The bastard had better be friendly; we can’t afford to bring the ghostbusters in.”
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15 Sep 2017
27 Jul 2017
Bucky really hated magic. He had always hated magic, ever since the first time he'd been forced to believe in it, back in the trenches in occupied France.
He hated it even more now.
A beautiful white swan was standing where Steve should have been, and Enchantress was fucking giggling like the asshole she was.
In which magic is terrible, Steve is sick of this bullshit, and True Love Conquers All
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)
29 Aug 2016
"Do you," Steve says, fingers newly tugging Bucky's underwear until it starts to slide off his hips, "want to marry me, or not?"
Bucky sighs. "You know, in some circles people would consider this interrogation under duress."
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Young Avengers, Captain America (Movies)
15 Nov 2015
Sometimes Bucky thinks it would be really cute to meet someone in a coffee shop, like in those silly romantic comedies Clint makes him watch. But there is a reason why meet cutes in cafes don’t happen in real life, and it’s because customers suck.
And besides, love fades.
But coffee? Coffee is forever.
This is a story about love and life--and coffee, which Bucky would've argued was probably more important than either of the first.
But that was before Steve Rogers came along.
“Why can’t I hear?!” Bucky is screaming. “Where the fuck is my arm?”
Clint feels the weight of the metal despite the fact it’s trussed up, held against his chest by something that’s part sling, part restraint. He can sense the cold of the plate embedded in his shoulder and feels like a thief.