A long time ago, in the kingdom of Leoman, two boys named Steve and Bucky lived under the watchful eye of Steve's mother, Sarah. Raised to be fair and kind, brave and true, the two were family in all but blood. Yet their idyllic existence was to be short-lived, and when tragedy struck, the boys were torn apart. One was taken into the home of a strange man with stranger children, while the other was forced to bear the weight of a crown he did not ask for.
As the years went on, Steve Rogers forgot the boy he'd known so well. He grew into a fine young man; fair and kind, brave and true. So, when he met a stranger in the woods - someone who needed his help - what other choice did he have?
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28 Oct 2018
Steve Rogers: I couldn’t say no to this little guy, so I guess he’s coming home with me!
The picture below it is an overexcited looking dog, barely older than six months, shoving its nose through the bars of a shelter gate. The tweet already has twenty thousand retweets, a few thousand more likes, and nearly three thousand comments. Bucky can’t help himself, leads in hand, and he leans a shoulder against the doorjamb and taps the comment field.
bbarnes: if you’re ever in need of a walker I’d be happy to take the lil guy on, nyc based and rescues are my thing!
Steve Rogers is a bonafide superhero, followed by nearly a million people on Twitter, not that he’s all too active considering saving the world usually comes first. When he takes on a rescue dog, dog walker Bucky can’t help but leave a message in Steve’s twitter thread, never expecting the DM that comes his way.
With that one tweet, Steve and his new fuzzball Duke tip Bucky’s life upside down, but Bucky’s not sure he’d have it any other way - especially if he can do something about the shadows lurking behind Steve’s smile.
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19 Jan 2019
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)
03 Aug 2014
Steve's not jealous precisely.
[post-Winter Soldier shmoop, where Bucky goes on a date and Steve goes on a mission.]
01 Jul 2014
Steve's hunkered down on a bench right outside the still-dark Starbucks, thankful for the mittens that Sam’s mother had knitted for him and clutching his newly-updated astronomy journal to his chest, when he hears a jingle of keys and a door creak open to his left. His head snaps up and his heart leaps because thank fucking god someone’s finally come to open the damn Starbucks.
But no, it’s not the Starbucks guy (whose name Steve always forgets, no matter how many times he was there when he opened up), it’s someone going into the new bakery that just opened across the street.
He headed in the general direction of his dorm, phone in hand, and when he finally managed to unlock it, he gaped, glad he hadn’t opened it in class.
Because the most recent message in a set of nine texts and a single photo message, was my fingers don’t feel as good as your mouth baby, come home? From an unknown number. Okay. Hmm.