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  1. Public Bookmark 4

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    Стив мёртв. Сэм раздавлен этим. Баки едва справляется. Но тут появляется… Баки!

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    25 Feb 2018

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    Bucky didn't want much. Just to keep his head down, to sell his flowers in peace, and to stay off Shield's radar. His life would have been a lot easier if his flowers weren't dead and if being a necromancer wasn't illegal, but easy or not, he was getting by. Steve didn't want much, either. He was happy working for Shield, he had good friends, and overall his life was going just about the way he wanted it. Problem was, being happy with your life was generally an invitation for fate to throw a spanner in the works—and in Steve's specific case, it was going to be a spanner named Bucky.

    (A love story about flowers, trust, and magic and the choices we make about doing what's right.)

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    23 Feb 2018

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    He lay the jacket over the Winter Soldier's body. “My name is Steve Rogers, we’re going to get you out of here.” The head turned, wide blue eyes stared up at him. Steve felt his breath catch in his throat.

    “Steve?” the Winter Soldier asked.

    After mounting a valiant war effort, Steve’s body finally won out over his mind. He turned and he puked. He was still vomiting even when Natasha shouted for the man to stay still and not move. There, in the tube, frozen in time, lay Bucky Barnes. Natasha was right. Things could always get worse.

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    "Okay so I had a really unoriginal idea for a fic but like what if Steve had somehow found Bucky before he knew he was the Winter Soldier? Like maybe Bucky hadn't had to fight Steve and stayed in cryo until after Nat busted HYDRA and then he found him and I'm just dying thinking about this omg."

    - Anon Prompt to Lauralot on Tumblr, and seconded by ImpishTubist.

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    NOW COMPLETE!

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    31 Jan 2018

  4. Public Bookmark 80

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    Christmas should be in the air, there should be sleigh bells ringing and decorations plastered everywhere, Steve should be dragging Bucky through the nearest Christmas tree farm, and worrying about which tree will fit in their tiny Brooklyn apartment, and what huge monstrosity Stark will insist they buy for their spacious floor in Avenger’s Tower.

    Instead, what’s in the air is apparently enough pollen to have Steve wheezing for breath with every step, the constant ringing of sleigh bells is giving Bucky a migraine, and Steve doesn’t have to worry about buying a tree because apparently he’s allergic to them.

    Steve snorts when he hears the song The 12 Days of Christmas, and immediately starts hacking up a lung, more like the 12 days of hell.

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    23 Dec 2017

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    Bucky Barnes was cold.
     
    He felt like he’d been cold for months now; doing nothing but experiencing one unending chill after another. He’d been cold in England, and again in Italy, and again especially in Austria – both while he was kept in an underground cell, and when he was strapped without cover to the unforgiving metal of Zola’s lab table.
     
    But Steve… Steve Rogers was sunshine. Everything about him was warm, from his crinkly-eyed smile to his white-hot rage. Steve was Coney Island on a summer’s day; lying back on high rooftops to watch fireworks on the 4th of July; drinking stolen whiskey in his parent’s living room…
     
    Loving Steve was a fact – simple and plain, like breathing air or bleeding red; loving Steve was soldered into his skin like a tattoo – it buzzed in his brain like its own kind of high. It was a part of who he was.

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    23 Dec 2017

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