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    AU wherein Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes never met, but the Winter Soldier takes an interest in Captain America anyway, and has an odd way of showing it.

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    (On the helicarrier, hurrying to reach the central hub of the third aircraft in time, the chip clenched in his gloved fist, Steve turns to find a ghost blocking his path, and is abruptly reminded on what the road to hell is paved with.)

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  2. 16 Sep 2019

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    “James,” he says firmly, “if we leave now I’ll let you do the thing with the ropes.”

     

    After the ensuing chaos, Thor calmly rights the living room door – slightly ajar – and Pepper rights the knocked over vegetable with an only slightly perturbed expression. Tony, still slumped behind the kitchen counter, stares agape at the empty couch.

     

    “That one,” Clint decides, dart hitting dead centre with a satisfying thunk. “That one was Emergency Dick.”

  4. 28 Aug 2019

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    wow wow wow BUCKYYY

  12. 27 Jul 2019

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  13. 11 Jul 2019

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    “I tried to feed him your jello cup, and he looked at me like I’d killed his dog,” Sam affirms, “also: you just had three bullets removed from your stomach. It will actually wound my pride if you don’t let me drug you up with painkillers. It will wound me, Steve.”

    The Soldier takes that moment to reach across the bed to a tray, where he retrieves a hospital-grade cup of jello and gently places it into Steve’s hand. Steve’s fingers curl around it reflexively, and the Soldier looks quietly smug, shooting Sam a narrow-

    “I am not going to fight with you about jello,” Sam hisses, somewhat nonsensically, until Steve realises everything in the room is going sort of wobbly, and he glances aside in time to see the Soldier remove his other hand from the morphine feed.
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    At some point he is relocated to Avenger’s tower, to his personalised floor, and he’s still pleasantly coming down from his drug buzz that he barely notices who is directing him where until he feels his familiar living room couch sag underneath his weight.

    “Great, now we have two popsicles cluttering up the joint,” Tony is nattering in the background, which is a bit rich, really, considering Steve vividly remembers the night Tony drunk called him sobbing about empty rooms and empty hearts, before he diverged wildly into Celine Dion lyrics and Steve had hung up, “I suppose Barton can bunk with Nat – not that he’d mind, according to my security footage, wow – while I sort out his floor for Jack Frost over here. What do you need pal? A gym? Two gyms? A place to hide our bodies? I mean, do you sleep? Eat? Or, oh, okay. I mean, that’s Steve’s bedroom there, do you really want to – no, nope, you’re totally right, sure, sure you can stay here until the floor is fixed up, I doubt Captain Under-The-Influence will notice right at the moment because he – or, or you could stay here permanently. That’s. That’s good too. Do you. Do you blink? Is he blinking?”

    A heavy sigh above him. Steve smells Sam’s aftershave.

    “Don’t start on the blinking man,” his deep voice falls over Steve like warm water. He sinks a little more into his cushions, boneless.

    “Okay that’s, that’s Cap’s underwear drawer you have there, yeah, you definitely found it, so-”

    Sleep, Steve decides, is probably a good option right about now.

    “-did you just put that in your pocket-”
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    The Soldier does not want his own floor. Or his own bedroom. The Soldier is perfectly content to take the couch cushions from the living room and shove them alongside Steve’s bed in a makeshift mattress.

     

    The Soldier will eat anything that is put in front of him, as long as it is made by Steve. Steve’s cooking abilities are nothing to write home about, he knows. But even burnt pancakes are swallowed with a speed and gusto that makes even Clint wince.

     

    Anything that is not cooked by Steve is judged unacceptable and, possibly, poisoned.

     

    Especially after that time with the actual food poisoning.

     

    The Soldier sleeps lightly and wakes promptly and fully functional, even if it’s only because Steve has woken in the night to use the bathroom. He walks Steve to the en-suite, waits patiently outside the closed door, and then walks Steve back to his bed with an expression of utmost seriousness.

     

    The Soldier does not seem particularly interested in fighting Steve anymore, or anyone at all, really. He does however regularly shadow the gymnasium when Steve is going through his workout warm-ups with Natasha and Sam, and sometimes looks kind of angrily at Steve as if he has done something wrong, when all Steve has been is understanding and cautious, treating him with gentle words and sometimes a soft hand on the Soldier’s shoulder.

     

    (“What is he looking for, do you think?” Steve asks Natasha under his breath, after they’re locked together in a check-mate pretzel of sharp elbows and knees on the training mat. There is a black shadow on the rafters, metal arm glimmering slightly. Natasha wriggles out of Steve’s hold, and he absent-mindedly stretches onto his stomach. Something metallic shrieks overhead, a tearing noise.
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    "Is it the brainwashing thing that bothers you?” Natasha asks without aplomb, splayed over the mat where she’s twisted Steve’s arm at an interesting angle. “Because I don’t think Hydra’s failsafe in case it all went to shit was to give their Asset a raging boner.”

    “Really, right now?” Steve retorts.

    “The things he says to me,” she insists, “you have no idea.”
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    “The Soldier of Winter is a fierce shield mate,” Thor says approvingly, rubbing his cheek, “he protects Steven’s honour most powerfully.”

    “He just punched you in the face with a chair,” Tony points out, still somewhat cowering behind the counter, “for pointing out Steve’s hickies.”

  14. 09 Jul 2019

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  20. 28 May 2019

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