James Buchanan Bucky Barnes - Tumblr Posts
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I love this, this is the cutest thing ever @elle14-blog1
Sam, Steve, Bucky and you were lounging around the living room, a movie playing mindlessly in the background while you had a few beers and snacks laid out on the table. It wasn’t often you all got time off together, nothing beat doing absolutely nothing after weeks of chaos.
You took a swing of your beer, popping a few chips into your mouth while Steve was talking about adventures he had with Bucky from the 40′s, the conversation now moving to just how much of a ladies man the Sergeant was. Bucky had no idea how the conversation detailed here but he was sweating buckets at this point, wishing he could put a muzzle on Steve.
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hiii i love your writing sm!!! i was hoping u can do one where the reader gets their nails done and bucky starts fantasizing their hands wrapped around his di-🤭 he just gets incredibly horny. LOVE U SM 
Bucky loves your nails
YESS THIS IS SO HOT
Drabble for this "Hey Buck" You plopped down beside Bucky, the both of you sitting in the living room while you admired your fresh manicure, your long nails painted a dark shade, perfect for fall. "Whatcha doing"
"Hey y/n..." Bucky stared at your nails while you tapped away on your phone. "Uh...was watching something...a movie..."
Bucky's mind was fully focused somewhere else now. Your pretty little hands. Those perfectly painted nails. So fucking pretty. His mind started to wander. No matter how much he tried to stop it, he couldn't. How your nails would feel grazing his scalp. How they'd feel clawing his back. They'd look so pretty wrapped around his co-
Stop.
Bucky shifted uncomfortable beside you, his eyes growing wide when he realized his boner could poke an eye out. He grabbed a cushion, swiftly holding it on his lap, his eyes still flicking over to your nails.
Fuck he can't help it, the way he'd have his sweats pulled down just enough to free his cock, your pretty fingers wrapped around him, his head thrown back while you squeeze and tug his length. His head would be thrown back, thrusting his hips up into your hand, moaning, telling you to stroke him faster, twirl your wrist around his sensitive head. He’d tell you you were such a good girl, so perfect, how fucking pretty your hands looked playing with his cock, so thick for you to wrap your fingers around.
He’d bust his load all over your hand, cum dribbling down his length, covering your fingers. You wouldn’t stop, you’d keep pumping him, milking every drop out of him till he was overstimulated, using his cum as lube. Your nails would looks so sexy covered in his arousal, licking your fingers clean.
"Fuck..."
"You okay Buck?"
Bucky's eyes grow wide when he realized his breaths were heavy. He gives you a strained smile, quickly retreating to his room without saying a word. He doesn’t bother laying on his bed, he already knows he won’t be able to control himself. He’s stripped all his clothes off, hopping in the shower, his back leaning against the cold tile wall while hot water sprays down on him.
His deep groans bounce off the shower walls as his hand goes down to play with his balls before trialing up to his shaft. His lip is caught between his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax, his cock throbbing from a few strokes. It’s not like you’d hear him from the shower, he doesn’t hold his moans back, your name falling from his lips each time he imagines you on your knees, stroking him, both your hands wrapped around him.
“Fuck y/n!”
His cum shoots onto his chest, some getting in his beard, his hand completely covered. He’s panting, taking a moment to collect himself before rinsing off and grabbing his towel. He opens the door and his soul nearly leaves his fucking body. What the fuck.
“You okay Sergeant” You smirk, sitting on his bed, cocking your head to the side while Bucky stares at you with wide eyes, the blush spreading from his cheeks, down to his neck.
“I-you-w-what you doing here?”
“You left your phone in the living room. I came to give it to you” You shrug, still not moving from his bed.
“Thank you” He whispers, still rooted in place, . Your eyes flick to the water droplets that are dripping down the hard planes of his body.
“Hmm, I’ll see you around then” You giggle, giving him one last smirk before leaving his room and closing the door on the way out.
What the hell just happened.
*****
It was just you and Bucky left again; the rest of the team had called it an early night from their movie marathon. Bucky held onto the cushion for dear life; you were sitting in nothing but an over sized t shirt, your pretty hands resting near him, while you sat in the corner of the sofa.
“Buck, could I use the cushion?”
His breath hitches in his throat when you reach over for it, his thick cock straining in his sweats. Just what you were waiting for. You bite back a smirk, crawling over to him, your hand resting on his abs, your nails scratching slightly, stopping just before where he needs you.
“Y/n...”
“Shhh, just let me”
Bucky swallowed thickly, tugging his sweats down to pull his cock out. You hum, leaning over so you can play with him better, loving the way his body tenses in anticipation.
He moans the second your soft hands wrap around his length, the feeling of your silky skin was better than anything he imagined. You start off slow, your lips pressing little kisses onto his neck while your eyes are focused on the pink tip of his cock already leaking with arousal.
“Is this okay?” You whisper, swiping your thumb across the tip, getting his cock wet before licking some of his precum off your finger. Bucky moaned at the sight, his eyes rolling back, there was no way he was going to last as long as he wanted.
“Y/n...” Bucky moaned, he almost sounded like he was in pain, his head thrown against the couch, his hips rocking in your hand in their own accord. He forces his eyes back open, your perfect nails, perfect hands stroking him faster, moaning along with him because he sounds so sexy when he’s this deep in pleasure.
“Baby, m’gonna cum” He whines out, his eyes locked with yours, this is better than his fantasies, his balls were throbbing, he knew he was going to make such a mess.
“You gonna cum soldier?” You coo, while he nods, his hips trusting in your hand, chasing his orgasm.
“M’gonna cum so fucking much baby” He moans, “Fuckfuckfuck gonna cum so hard-yes fuck YES” You can feel his cock harden in your hand, his veins throbbing as cum shoots out of his swollen tip, covering your entire hand, dribbling down to your wrist. You keep stroking him until his cock is soft in your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it go.
He cries out when you overstimulate him, his face buried in your neck, whining and whimpering because he doesn’t want you to stop even if it hurts, your hands look too pretty to be anywhere else.
“You taste good baby” You smirk, licking your fingers clean while Bucky pants, his eyes glassy, cock still throbbing. He takes your hand, placing it back on his cock, he can’t get enough. He pulls you into a messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue before pulling away, the both of you desperate and needy.
“Want your mouth next doll”
You had one job
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Bodyguard!Bucky x reader
Everyone who asked for this raise your hand. As expected, everyone’s hands are down. I’m sorry.
A lil angst, horny protective Bucky, smutty smuuttt, fluff, all that. Daddy kink, pregnancy
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“Not interested” Bucky glared at Steve, shoving the file back across the table, shaking his head while the blonde smirked, skimming through the papers.
“Well you don’t have much of a choice; they requested you, not Mr. Stars and Stripes over here”
Of all jobs, the last thing Bucky wanted was to play babysitter for the spoilt daughter of Tony Stark, the face of Stark Enterprises though that was clearly just a cover for the underground dealings he had control over.
“I’m not taking a babysitting job”
“You’re not a babysitter for fucks sake, you’re her bodyguard and head of security for the family. You have military experience, they only want the best” Bucky’s boss walked out of the room without looking back, not giving the brunet a chance to argue back.
“You start next week”
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Bodyguard Bucky x Drunk reader
This little drabble is for an idea from one of my favorite angel babies, its SO CUTE. Might make a longer version of this at some point but for now:
“Buckyyyy” You clung onto him like a koala, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the heady scent of his cologne. After a drink too many, you were happy to crawl into his lap, tipsy enough to happily wrap yourself around him, though still mostly aware of your surroundings. He remained silent, a classic grumpy scowl on his lips, keeping his eyes straight to the SUV.
He wrapped his strong arms around you, carrying you and walking to the car, his broad frame keeping you snug against his chest while moving through the crowd with ease. No one stood in his way, immediately moving aside from his facial expression alone. Piercing blue eyes and a clenched jaw daring anyone to make the mistake of coming near you.
“M’so sleepy” You whined against his neck, letting your hangs cling around his neck, squeezing your legs tighter around his tapered waist.
“It’s okay pretty girl, I’m taking you home” He murmured, not wasting a second getting you outside and into the all black SUV that was parked at the club entrance. He swallowing thickly when he felt your soft lips press gentle kisses along his neck, the warmth of your breath tickling his skin as he slid into the back seat, nodding to the driver to get going.
“So handsome” Your nose nudged into his shoulder, burying yourself into him as much as you could, refusing to let him move you from his lap. He spent the entire ride letting you cuddle into him while he held you securely, carefully holding you as he stepped out once you’d reached home. He carried you right to your bedroom, setting you down on your bed. You whined when he tried to pull away, pulling him back, giving him your sweetest pout, glassy and wide.
“Please don’ go” You mumbled, tucking yourself into him, “Stay? Please?”
How was he supposed to leave you when you were so sweet and cuddly and so utterly adorably drunk.
“Alright babygirl” He whispered, kissing your forehead, “I gotta get you clean up first through, okay?” He went to you bathroom, well versed in what your night time routine was, making note of the smallest details in everything you did in a day. He found some wipes, and your lotions, bringing them over and gently rubbing the makeup off your face while your mind was still stuck on the name he called you.
“M’your babygirl?” You asked hopefully, noting the way his cheeks blushed, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered but it was impossible around you.
“Always, you’re always my babygirl” He smoothed the cool lotion onto your skin before helping you out of your heels. He convinced you to get changed out of your dress, staying stationed outside of the closet in case you fell over but you were changed seconds later. You came out in an oversized tshirt- his oversized tshirt to be exact, that you’d stolen unbeknownst to him.
So that’s where it went he shook his head to himself, biting back a smile while you flopped back onto bed, stretching on the covers like a kitten before giving him grabby hands.
“What is it princess” He knew what you wanted but it went against what he was there for. He had to protect you and to do that he couldn’t ever let his guard down. Not one moment of vulnerability, not when he had to protect you.
But fuck, you were so utterly irresistible and he’d be lying to himself if he thought there was nothing he felt for you. He came down to tuck you in, hoping the warmth of the blankets would help you sleep but you tugged him into bed instead, wrapping your entire body around him.
“You’re blushing” you giggled, cupping his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb trace his pink lips. He could help but chuckle, hoping you’d forget all this by morning, letting his fingers trace over your delicate features.
“You act all grumpy but you’re actually a teddy bear”
He cocked an eyebrow while you tried to copy him, scrunching you brows together instead making him grin. He smoothed the line that formed between your brows, loving the way you continued to contort your face trying to match his grumpy face.
“A teddy bear, huh?”
“My teddy bear” You sighed contently, snuggling into him, a yawn slipping past your lips. You let the warmth of his arms drift you off to sleep, still smiling as you snored softly.
“My babygirl” He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, allowing himself to fall asleep with you; after all you’d always be safest in his arms.
Actor Bucky x civilian reader
I’m feeling angsty. Fluffy. Just a thought. But like a long thought.
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You should have known this would happen eventually.
You knew you should have put your phone down and gone to sleep hours ago. Scrolling through social media did nothing to ease you mind as you stared at the 100′s of posts that showed Bucky whispering in her ear with a boyish smile. A sickly feeling spread from your chest, up your neck and to your cheeks, the type of heat that made your throat constrict and your eyes burn. The lump in your throat was painful to swallow, blinking back tears when you clicked on a video that had been shot by the paparazzi and leaked to the press, all the news outlets having a field day with brand new pics of a budding Hollywood romance.
“Well, there you have it folks! Looks like Winter is warming up over here, stay tuned for more updates”
“Single no more? Things steam up on the set of The Winter Soldier”
“Swipe to get a sneak peak on the hottest new romance everyone’s excited about”
You wanted to throw your phone across the room, instead keeping your eyes locked on the way your boyfriend was cozied up with his co-star, the two of them seemingly giggling over an inside joke while taking a break between shoots. Her face was practically tucked into his neck while he laughed, both of them apparently blissfully unaware someone was watching.
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I had an idea !!!!! Bucky and best friend reader making out . Not just once . Constantly. When they’re drunk at a party , they find a corner and start making out . When they’re sober and watching a movie , they make out cause the moxie was boring . And if anyone asks ? No they’re not dating . They’re just friends that like to kiss . And not just simple kisses . Sloppy full on make out session ! You can take this and do whatever you want with it
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We are talking sloppy sloppy. We are talking lips glossy, swollen and tender. Tongues laced with each other. Hands roaming wherever they want. Tangled in each others hair, up each others shirt, stroking thighs, stroking waists.
The drunk party set it off. Tequila for you and Asgardian mead for him, you'd both started off with giggling over nothing; neither of you can stop the way your eyes flick to each others lips.
"M'bored"
You huff and Bucky gets a bright idea, grabbing your waist and dragging you off to the quieter side of the room.
"Come here" He pulls you into his lap, cupping your cheek, lips brushing against his. You don’t hesitate, parting your lips, letting his tongue slip though, your hands grasping onto his shirt, wishing he could be even closer some how. He shifts so you can straddle him, his hands on your ass, while you run your fingers though his hair, soft moans and whimpers falling from both your lips.
“Isn’t this more fun” Bucky rasps, pulling away for air while you take in a breath, your forehead resting on his.
“Much better” You giggle, going in for his lips again, which he immediately reciprocates.
Most of the team see at some point but they shrug it off figuring you’ll both forget any of this happened by morning because everyone’s shit faced.
Except.
It’s movie night.
Everyone's sitting around the living room, snacks out, comfy blankets, and the movie is great. It's one of your favorites. But there's something else you'd rather do...
You're sitting beside Bucky in a large beanbag chair, glancing at him every so often, his lips are so much more interesting than anything happening in that movie. He catches you sneakily looking at him and it makes him smirk; he shifts so he can pull you a little closer to him.
"Buckyyy" You pout at him, hoping he can take the hint without you having to say anything. "M'bored"
He grins, tilting your chin up, pressing his lips softly against yours. It's dark enough that no one would really notice unless they looked directly at what you were both doing. You part your lips granting access for his tongue to tangle with yours, his hand moving to grasp the back of your neck. Your hands fist his shirt, tugging on his dog tags to keep him as close as possible, nipping his lip, making him groan. You could stay like this forever and be perfectly content.
Your both so lost in each other, you don't notice the lights turning on after the movie ends. OR screaming and howling coming from the team when they look down and see you sitting right in Bucky's lap, his hands carded through your hair, making out with you like its the one thing that's keeping him alive.
"HOLY SHIT"
"What the-
"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!"
"Do neither of you need oxygen?!"
"Bad Bucky"
You and Bucky yelped, breaking apart, feeling water hitting your face while Tony sprayed you both once more for good measure.
"Bad Bucky. Bad. Down"
"You wanna tell us what that was" Sam wiggled his eye brows while Bucky groaned.
"We were bored" He shrugged, his cheeks skill flushed and lips still plump. You nodded in agreement, while the rest of the team stared at you both. They have so many questions but don't even know where to start so they call it for the night.
Imagine they come down for breakfast and they find you on the counter, your legs wrapped around his waist, both of your plates still left on the counter because you got...busy.... Steve attempts to cough to get you both to stop but Bucky's to distracted, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tugging your pony tail from your morning run. They all stand and watch for a while, Tony occasionally checks the time, a little impressed with just how long either of you can go without having to break apart for air. Sam finally breaks the silence, mostly because he's hungry.
"Okay, fucks going on with you both"
"What do you mean" Bucky's voice is breathless, his chest heaving. Neither of you even bother to look over, eyes still locked with each other, still glancing at each others lips.
"I've watched porn with less raunchy kissing than this" Tony snorted, while you both kept gazing at each other, clearly itching to jump at each other at any moment.
"We're just friends" Bucky helped you off the counter, hoping to drag you somewhere else because he wasn't done kissing you.
"Friends that kiss" You added, pulling Bucky by his wrist to go and make out somewhere else.
"I'm putting you both in separate cages!"
A few years later
"We are in the house of God, don't you dare pull that shit up here"
"I have no idea what you're talking about" Bucky snorted while Tony shook his head, rolling his eyes. Bucky could feel his heart race, while Steve squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.
“I will pull out the spray bottle”
"You look gorgeous doll" Bucky whispered, holding your hands in his, itching to do the one thing he wanted to do so badly the moment he saw you that day, just a second longer...
"You may now kiss the bride"
His hands wrapped around your waist pulling you close, his lips smashing against yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, moving your lips softly with his, the crowd erupting into cheers and happy tears while you both stayed lost in each other.
"I told you not to pull that shit up here!" Sam sniffled, grabbing a tissue from Steve, watching you both still softly kissing each other, unable to stop the little pecks and nips on each others lips. You finally broke apart, still giving each other heart eyes; no one else stole his breath away like you did.
"Friends that kiss, huh?"
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My bf🤭
Just some of my favorite gifs of Daddy Bucky
This man would choke me to death and I'd thank him
Steve Bucky LoveChild
How do you think a Child of Bucky and Steve would look like?
Would they have a son or a daughter? Maybe both? Maybe twins?
How would they look like? Like pre-serum Steve or after-serum steve?
Just give your opinion! Show your propositions! Write your ideas!
*proceeds to bitch slap John*
“Is that Bucky?”
KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MOUTH JOHN
Stay With Me
PETER POV
"But Mr Stark I am ready for missions! I can handle them well! Please let me go on the field!"
" Kid, just train for a bit we got a mission upcoming for you. Go on now Cap is waiting for you"
Ugh... training with Captain America... so boring whatever he makes me do is what I do on a daily and ALWAYS he will tell me his life stories which I have heard millions of times. Honestly, by now, I can write a whole book about him. I just don't have anyone who is like me...
"ATTENTION WE HAVE A BREACH, A GIRL HAS BEEN SPOTTED ON THE EASTERN WING TOP FLOOR AND SHE'S...SWINGING? I DON'T KNOW CAN SOMEONE GET TO HER?!"
top floor? Yes! finally some action!
Peter activates his suit and swings over to the top floor and sees the girl fly off in a helicopter and jumps to hold her back but something comes in and chops off his webs and something is fired at Peter's hands and feet to bind them in place
"Holy Cow! What is that?! Is that my webbing?!"
"Hey Peter, I'm Sorry but I gotta impress Fury... Catch ya later"
"Kid move out, NOW! I'm going to blast her"
"I can't move Mr Stark! I'm bound"
"FRIDAY, Get peter in"
"YES BOSS"
great, now I will be inspected like a lab rat and then be interrogated
but what even is that? it looks so much like my webbing... I have to ask Mr Stark. This is so close to my webbing. There can't be two spider-mans, Can they?
Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Tony and Clint walk into Peter's room to find him stuck to the ceiling, bound by some substance. He is quite clearly daydreaming as he isn't blinking but the whole thing is so freaky that the rest tense up. A worried Natasha starts poking him with one of Clint's arrows in an attempt to get him into consciousness.
"Hey! Peter! you there?" Natasha pokes Peter as she asks worriedly
"FRIDAY, get Wanda and her brother," Tony says before checking his vitals
"YES BOSS" FRIDAY replies instantly sending the message
"What do you want- WOAH... What's the Spider doing?!" Pietro says as he speeds in
"Pietro, Get your sister," Clint says hooking himself to the ceiling
"Jeez Old man, wait I'll get her" Pietro replies before speeding out to get his sister
"What went wrong now?" Wanda says as Pietro puts her down
"Wanda, can you wake the kid up?" Bruce says trying to help Clint get him down
"Give me a second..." Wanda replies before floating up to Peter
"Wake up..." she whispers
And just like that Peter's claws (the weird thing on his back, ima call them claws) open up as he jolts and the chaos settles
"yeah, I'm here... I'm alive" Peter says catching Clint before he hits the floor
"What was that kid?!" Clint asked worried about him
"Nothing... Just zoned out" Peter replied setting Clint down and retracting his suit
"That can't be nothing, and did you aim yourself? you got web everywhere" Steve said collecting some of the webs off Peter's body
"This isn't mine, it's that girl's, the one on the rooftop who got away..." Peter said taking a box from his table and putting the webs in there
"Is that possible? You said the spider that bit you died so how is it possible that there are two spider-mans or women?" Natasha asked
"I don't know but I have to run an analysis on the webbing to see its components cause' she didn't have any web shooters and she also knew what I was going to do next, it was almost like she had already seen what would be happening," Peter said pulling off his shirt that was also covered in the webs
"That is not possible... There are only two beings on this earth that can do that, The monks of Kamar Taj and me, there are no other known beings who can do that" Wanda said, confused
"Well then either she has very good intuition, is our stalker who studied us so well to understand each of our moves, is actually one copy of Wanda or is a runaway monk from Kamar Taj," Steve said unable to find anything believable
"Wow Cap, that's a lot of useful stuff coming from you," Tony said being sarcastic
"Can I have a lab to work in? and maybe some hours away from training..." Peter requested in hopes of having a peaceful space to work in
"of course Peter, but we will have FRIDAY supervise you," Bruce said giving Peter a fresh shirt from his closet
"Can Ned and MJ come over?" Peter asked
"Uh..." Bruce began before he was cut off by Tony
"Listen, kid, we can't risk having anyone of your friends over, if that girl is a threat she may have some potential hostage targets," Tony said being blunt
"Can I have pop tarts?"Peter asked feeling hungry
"Yes that we can manage," Tony said
"FRIDAY tell me which is the nearest convenience store that sells pop-tarts?"
"No need I got them while we were talking about them, I wanted a re-stock too," Pietro said dropping four bags full of Pop-tarts on the floor
"How much do I owe you?" Peter asked getting his wallet from his table
"Nothing, consider this a gift," Pietro said speeding out to get coffee for himself
"All right kid, get some rest you'll get your lab tomorrow," Tony said before ushering everyone out of the room and closing the door behind him
Finally, some peace, is what is needed but I think what is more needed is a shower
Peter got took a shower and changed into clean clothes before crashing into bed
After a few hours, he is again awoken by FRIDAY
There is some disturbance again at the compound...
It's that girl...
She's Back...
Masterlist
Captain America and Queer History
CW: mentions of sexual themes (nothing on screen)
Ok. So, whoever did the research for Captain America either didn’t do it or knew exactly what they were doing.
Steve Rogers grew up in Brooklyn. No one denies that. Most comics/movies put him in the DUMBO or Brooklyn Heights neighborhoods. Those and the surrounding neighborhoods were notoriously queer in the 20s-40s.
His neighborhood would have been awash with gay bars, drag balls, automats and cafeterias (which were usually lgbtq friendly back in the day), both male and female prostitutes, and the likes. He was probably cruised or propositioned regularly.
The neighborhood next to the DUMBO was the Brooklyn Navy Yard which was covered in both brothels (some female but mostly male). You could see men (mostly sailors from the Navy) making out or getting blown in in most ally ways.
The Ed Brubaker 2004 comic run put Steve’s apartment just a few minutes away from St. George Hotel, one of the biggest gay hang outs of the time.
Remember that scene from CATFA where Steve and Bucky talk about going to Coney Island? Well Coney Island of the time was covered in gay bathhouses.
So, Even if you don’t think Steve Rogers was queer or he came out only after being in the future there is no universe in which he is not comfortable around lgbtq people. They probably even remind him of home.
-Phoenix
Sources:
https://www.out.com/2013/10/07/queer-waterfront-brooklyn-history
https://www.boweryboyshistory.com/2019/03/when-brooklyn-was-queer-the-forgotten-history-of-gay-existence-on-the-periphery-of-urban-life.html
https://theattic.jezebel.com/a-journey-through-the-queer-history-of-brooklyn-full-o-1833613031
https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/in-the-early-20th-century-america-was-awash-in-incredible-queer-nightlife
https://www.history.com/news/gay-culture-roaring-twenties-prohibition
https://marvelatlasproject.net
CATFA Stark Expo Date
Image Credit: Marvel
This post piggybacks a bit off my last post about Brooklyn’s queer history.
Ok, so I’ve always had a head-cannon that this scene did have a double date its just not the one that everyone in the crowd would assume. I think the couples are Stucky and the two ladies. There are a few reasons I think this makes sense in canon.
Let’s start with the Ladies. They’re holding each others hands through most of the scene and they pretty much always stand closer to each other than to their “dates.”
Moving on to Steve and Bucky. I think the second image says it all. After he sees the flying Stark Car Bucky doesn’t look to the lady he’s supposedly on a date with he looks to Steve. He wants to see Steve’s reaction; and honestly, tell me that face he’s making isn’t full of love, really.
Also later on he has no qualms about ditching his “date” to go find Steve when he disappears. In fact when he sees Steve’s gone he looks down right scared for a moment!
And honestly, the best part of this head-canon is that its not even that far fetched! It was incredibly common for gay men and lesbians to “date” and even get married to avoid arousing suspicion and putting themselves in danger.
Steve and Bucky may have been at least semi open about their relationship when they were in Brooklyn surrounded by people like them but as soon as they left their borough they would have to hide again.
-Phoenix
Love is Love My Dear
Sarah Rogers walked Bucky to the door. He had ditched school for the umpteenth time to care for a sick Steve so she could go to work. She stopped him in the entry way before he could leave. The boy turned to look at her. She smiled.
“James. I just want you to know, that if Stevie had to love anyone I’m so glad its you.”
Bucky went pale “No, Ms. Rogers, its. We’re.. It’s not...” he stammered. Sarah put a comforting hand to his cheek.
“No. None of that. James if you remember one thing I want it to be this. Love is Love. People may say what you and Steve have is evil and sinful. I want you to know that it is anything but. I’m so happy you are in Steve’s life and I would be proud to call you my son in law.”
The boy was crying now. She pulled him into a hug. “Thank you” he whispered.
“Of course”
Natasha, Yelena & Bucky
Natasha and Yelena crash into Wakanda and yeet Bucky out of Cryofreeze.
Natasha: Suit up there are brainwashed super assassins all around the world that need our help!
Bucky: ????
Yelena: Come on!
Bucky: Who are you???
Natasha: BUCKY!
Bucky: *Is utterly confused but helps anyway cuz brainwashing sucks*
Bucky discrepancies
Image Credit: Marvel
Ok, this is so not important but Bucky’s Smithsonian exhibit has two different birth years??? The first sentence says “Born in 1916″ at at the end it says “1917-1914″??? So when was he born? Was this on purpose? Is it just a prop fluke?
I tend to think his birthday is in 1917 because that would only make him one year older than Steve (who was born in 1918). Anyways this is so not important but whatever.
-Phoenix
StevexBucky in Cannon
You could keep everything the same within the Captain America trilogy but make either Steve or Bucky a woman and they would have been a canon couple faster than you could say Marvel. The only reason they are not canon is because they are both men. No, I will not stop being mad about this.
-Phoenix
What If... Zombies
Spoilers for What If... Zombies
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Wow. So I just watched What If... Zombies and just wow. Marvel really is dead set on ripping my heart to shreds arn’t they. It’s really strange to see how carelessly they kill off characters in these episodes. In movies they hold on to characters till they can’t anymore but in this show... they can kill them off over and over and over again because it’s the multiverse. They can do whatever they want.
Ok but what they did with Bucky and Steve. Bucky having to kill Steve to help save the world? Thats a strong echo of CA:TWS when he almost killed Steve to destroy the world. Also, Bucky is my favorite character so his death hit but as soon as Steve died I should have realized he was gonna go down too. Seeing them stand against each other, one unintentionally trying to destroy the world and the other having to fight his longest and best friend to save it? It was a painful subversion of the beginning of the helicarrier fight. They really be giving me all the feels.
Also Peter? Holly sh*t marvel can you please give the boi a break? Seriously. Hearing him talk about all that he’s lost and how he needs to just keep smiling hit me pretty hard. I’ve been struggling with activist burnout recently and have had a really hard time being at all hopeful for the future. So his speech just hit a chord with me. Anyways sorry for the rant.
-Phoenix
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 1:
“Hey Y/N, Tony is here” I hear Karen say as she stands by the door.
“Send him in” I sigh mentally preparing myself for his presances. I have an idea on why he is here. I haven’t been answering his phone calls, emails, mail, and he even had the decency to send multiple strangers with phones in their hands already on a call with him so I didn’t have a choice but to talk to him. Thankfully Karen told me beforehand when they showed up in the office knowing I didn’t have time for them or when I was out with the guys they would help me scheme my way out of them. But now that he is here in the flesh there is nowhere to run.
“You havent been answering your phone” or people I roll my eyes mentally. I smile towards him offering him a seat.
“Yeah, I have been busy. You know the city never sleeps so I have to be up” I look back and see Happy with a smile. I wave at him before returning my attention to Stark. “So what can I do for you?”
“I am not even going to start with thousands of dollars I spent trying to get a hold of you for 3 months” he sighs “I am here to invite you to my party this friday” wow. All for a party.
“Really Stark? All that money for a party?”
“Not the first time I hear that” he laughs “But that money was wasted on trying to get ahold of you!”
“And all you had to do was show yourself in person or send a text because I have been too busy to answer a phone call. What's the party for anyways?” I don’t even know why I ask. He has parties every weekend with no reason needed. He has calmed over the years to only one party a week instead of one friday, saturday and sunday.
“My birthday” He points at my desk calendar where the date is circled.
“Oh yeah, I was going to send you a succulent” Since Tony recruited me as one of his main lawyers we have become closer. I have gotten him out of really bad jail time. Around that time we both needed someone and you can say he is the brother I never had yet wish to get rid of every second he opens his mouth.
“If you come with a succulent I will fire you” he stands buttoning his suit jacket.
“Do you like Aloe or Agave better?” I say with a smile. He only shakes his head and walks out the office but a minute later I receive a text from Happy, Agave. I smile to myself. The headache is coming in. I did know his birthday was coming soon but now knowing that the party is about that I am going to need more time to prepare my face when I get there.
“So we're going to a party?” I almost jump looking up and seeing Matt standing there with that pretty smile he always has.
“Yeah” I got up and started to grab my things. “Tell Foggy to pick out his best suit because we have a party to attend on Friday” It was already 3 and time to go home. “I will have a car waiting for you at 6 so don’t be late” I patted his shoulder and walked out.
“Bye” I send Karen a smile walking pass her
“You’re coming too” I pointed towards her. “I’ll have a driver pass for you too” I pressed the floor level and the door closed, seeing her figure jumping up and down. Stark has precise people but we know damn well that for his birthday he wants as many people he can get to come. I could never bring them to the inclusive parties but for this party you don’t need an invitation. My apartment wasn’t far from the office. A quiet, not well kept but calm street. My dream was always to live in New York and after I turned 20 I moved down here and trusting my gut was the best thing I did. Had a couple of money saved up and then I met Matt. He saw the potential in me when I was scared to get out there in the world. He showed me that no matter if I am scared and I fall, I can get back up. He brought out the confidence I needed in me to become who I am. With my help and his encouragement we made Nelson and Murdock a top notch law firm.
I walk up the stairs and into my apartment. I had a good job. Made forever friends. Lived in the city that I dreamed about for years, but yet I feel hopeless. I get home and I throw myself on the couch and stare at the white cieling. Am not sad or in pain. Not lost or forgotten. I am simply calm. Not in the way where my life has been so hectic for so long that calmness is a prize for hardship. Calmness where you forget how to breathe and you just want to scream and cry of frustration. I have been seeing a therapist but we are not close to a breakthrough, more because she says I am fine. I roll onto the floor and my eyes feel heavy.
“Y/N! Y/N! wake up” I open my eyes seeing Matt right in my face
“Goodmorning” I smile lazily. Check the time and notice its 5 in the morning. “Why did you wake me up so early?” I ignore the ache in my bones and stretch myself on my couch.
“I was on my morning run and decided to bring you breakfast earlier. I know you have been working night and day on Miller's case.” I feel a nudge and not what is infront of my face is coffee and a chocolate croissant.
“Thank you” I feel him taking a seat to the right of me on the other couch.
“When you said you can sleep anywhere you weren’t joking” He continues eating his breakfast as he speaks. “I bet you could sleep standing up” he laughs
“When I was in highschool I was able to rest my head on my hands and with glasses on I would sleep the whole class. So if my arms didn’t give up on me then I guess I can program my legs to do the same” Matt usually comes by with breakfast as I get ready to head out the door but it's unusual he is here 2 hours earlier than his time. But this is nice. Talking to him and just having some company.
“Yeah I can see you doing that” No matter how long I have known this guy for I still feel the need to cry. Knowing he lost his eyesight at such a young age takes an amount of strength that for me seems hard to achieve. I stop sometimes and just look at him. His smile and eyes. Face features we get to enjoy and also other wonders of the world. “Don’t go quiet” I blink away the tears forming and pay attention to his words
“What's wrong?” His expression is numb with those last words. Pain wasn’t heard but sadness was. “Matt, why did you really come here this early?” How could I be so stupid to not notice his ticks showing. The constant turn of his head and his hand gripping his cane. Flinching to even the quietest noise.
“Miller was found dead last night.” Not that caught my attention. I have been working with this guy trying to prove his innocence. “A note was left behind that basically states to leave the investigation behind”
“But?” I had a million other questions but I know there was no need to persist with Matt since he will tell me everything at his time.
“Although his death seems like a suicide the notes has some weird notations. He takes the blame for what happened and explains his reason behind it”
“That can’t be, he was very persistent in his innocence. He has his daughter to look after, he wouldn’t give up on her” I set my breakfast aside moving towards my bedroom in a rapid pace but Matt stood in my way faster than I could blink.
“Wait.” He pushes me back towards the couch. “You have to listen to the whole thing before you decide to do anything” I let out a sigh and nod agreeing to listen to him. In my mind I had to leave as soon as possible. Go see the note and read is throught. I had to fight this, it just couldn’t finish this way. The little girl. She is just 3 years old. “Of course there are weird things in this that don't add up. I couldn’t get a hold of the letter because they say it doesn’t involve us anymore, they want to convict him as the murder of the case and call it quits. Of course evidence states that it was more than just a murder killing himself because the guilt ate him up.” Where was he going with this? “We will figure out how to not let the poor man die or let that little girl grow up with everybody thinking he was a cold blooded killer.”
“But” He might not be able to see, just feel my emotion but that doesn’t stop him from showing his emotion with his eyes.
“But we have another thing in our hands” He pulls out a paper. A paper with the same mark that was cut onto the 3 mans chest that mr miller was accused of killing. “Foggy found this on the building door.” Shit. Before I could speak on some theories he flipped the paper and on the back with big bold black letters stood my last name. Shit.
After pronoucing almost every curse word in the world I stood up and got changed. This isn’t going to change anything. Mr. Miller is innocent and I was so close to getting him out free and I am not stopping until his name is clean. They might try to scare me but I got contacts. My job was to prove his innocence and since he died and his case is still open, his murder is my case now too. I am good at seperating my need to fight injustice in court and in an investigation but these people need to be caught. They already killed 3 men and now Miller. I am not going to allow whoever this is to continue doing this. “Y/N, you can’t go back into this. If you want I can get everything you need but you need to stay here, safe” Matt says following me everywhere as I get my stuff gathered up.
“Don’t forget I have dealt with criminals worse than this. Someone who I have come face to face with. I am going to do my job and clean his name and you are going to do yours and continue to clean this city of bad guys.” I grab my keys and head out the door. “I am going to get a copy of that letter and you get me any surveillance clips you can of his house.”
“You can’t be alone!” Matt grabbed my hand and yanked me back. “I will come with you”
“Matt I am going to try to be as nice as possible about this” Sometimes I can be mean about things and am too stubborn to listen to myself and not say a thing. “You are one of the most important people in my life. I trust and care for you and I know you are only trying to help but I don’t need help with this. I don’t need to be protected every second of my life because someone moron decided to threaten me. We all die someday, and I don't care when it's my turn, so let me go” With that his hand slides down until he is no longer touching me. He knows about my cold side. I hate it. Eitheir I am too emotional or too heartless.
I do everything to keep people away, the people who stay have gotten the honor to see me in my bad days. I ignore and give them the cold shoulder more than many days. I block them out and act like I don’t care. My mind tells me to do otherwise because in my mind if they leave now then it's going to hurt less. Then when I think of them I want to cry. Stupid therapists, even a unalive person can see that I have a problem.
A/N: i love this gif of him. Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter. I was going to make this quickly and short because I have a lot of ideas for Bucky but I guess the plan derailed for the long run.
I hope y’all enjoy.
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 2:
“Goodmorning, How can I assist you this morning?” The young lady at the front desk asked me.
“Hello, I am here to see Agent Penelope Garcia” I check my phone and verify if she has responded but nothing.
“Am sorry I don’t recognize that name”
“Of course. She and her team are here on the doppler case” Come on.
“Oh yes.” Thank god. “Let me lead you to the office she is using. I nod following right behind her. Once we arrive I give her thanks and she lets me walk in alone.
“Why haven’t you responded to any of my messages?” I can’t help but smile as her usually bubbly self engulfs me into a hug.
“Im sorry, I just wanted to get these papers filled out so I can have enough time to shop around before leaving tonight”
“Well new york is surely the place to walk around and shop”
“Sure is, so what's up” I take a seat next to her. She always made every place she was in hers, no matter how long she was in them. She was the one to bring the cases into a new level with a sense of emotion. We met here about 2 years ago when they requested my help. One of their agents was in trouble and needed to get his case resolved. He was being wrongly accused and working alognside her the most was the best. Since then we have kept in touch.
“My client was found dead last night from an apparent suicide, and my partner and I know that was not the case. He left a note behind and photos of the scene were taken.” one of the things I hate doing is asking for things, more when they haven’t asked anything of me.
“They took you off the case and they are just treating it as a soon to be closed one since he probably admitted guilt in the note” She surely is a smart bee.
“Yes. So my question is if you could..” Why does asking for help have my heart beating faster and wanting to punch myself?
“Get you the pictures? Sure. Give me a couple seconds” I let out a short laugh seeing her move her fingers magically over her keyboard. “I will send them to you using an encrypted address, so no one knows it was sent to you and no one can take them off your phone” After a short conversation I bid her goodbye. I was so lucky she was in town. I drove back into the office and straight into Matt’s.
“Hey got the pictures, did you get the videos?” I see him shake his head but move a file towards me. I open them up and see death certificates.
“There is no video eveidence in or around his home and the officers are of no help, but they did mention that” I see him point at the papers again. All in alphabetical order, all the suspects' death certificates. All killed one day during the week prior to Miller’s death. “Foggy spend his morning looking them up and even confirmed it with the families”
“Why would they kill Miller and the suspect in question? Eitheir we never got the right guy in our suspect list or they don’t care who they kill, loved one or not '' I throw the papers to the desk. It's like if I was driving down a road and had three ways to go. One was the easy way, just a straight paved road. The other one was a road that would take me days to drive. I would have to take a car, then a boat, a plane and finally walk on foot to reach. The third one I could see the destination but the bridge had just broken. The train broke. Everything is falling piece by piece. What was supposed to be our advantage and a step ahead brought us closer to nothing, nothing. Anyways, that just confused me more. I get up, popping open my phone. “I got the pictures of the letter and you are right it was definitely not a suicide note”
We spent the whole afternoon trying to figure anything out. Any connection to the Miller to the suspects or any of them to the 3 guys mudered and finally we got a lead. One of the suspects had the same marking left on the note and the three guys that were murdered. We looked back on the guy’s pictures and with the help of Foggy and Karen now we came to find that the suspect was close to another guy with the same marking on his wrist.
“I will send over the information to the lead officer” I nod at Karen. Our next step is to wait for them to take them into custody and wait for him to talk. Let the police do their jobs and have him give as much information as possible. What did that marking mean? Who was the suspect to him?
“Now what?” Foggy asked, as he is seated next to Matt and I. I take my phone out to check the time.
“Well it's 4:45. I say we take a break and resume this as soon as we hear anything from the police. I can’t miss Tony’s party and neither can you three” I part to my home to get ready. I rush home quickly, taking a shower and fixing myself up. Supricenly I look into the mirror and it doesn’t look like I havn’t slept well for the past 2 weeks. When I arrived at the tower the time hit 7:10. I took the elevator to the floor where they were having the party. It was a long way up but I finally made it.
“Look who’s here” I hear Tony scream from across the room. I would have turned right around but I notice Nat and Steve now behind Stark as he walks towards me.
“I brought you your succulent but those guys in the entrance took it from me” I say feeling his arms wrap around me and pulling towards the way he came from. “Happy birthday” I say quickly returning his smile.
“Thanks. I know you are a no show to parties but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight” I was about to argue with him but he always has to get his way or he won’t stop. “Come on do it for me. It's my birthday!” He grabs a drink from the waitress passing by and with that he walks away.
“I understand you’re his lawyer but that doesn’t mean you have to be his friend” I laugh at Nats words as I hug her, than Steve.
“I know I am not the most uplifting person but someone how in his little weird way he makes me like him. Plus the pay is good so if I have to come to these once every year I can take it”
“Well it's good to see you,” Steve says, handing me a drink. “So what has been keeping you busy from visiting us?” Nat and I follow him as he leads us towards the bar.
“I had this case that has been going on for 3 weeks and just this morning my client was found dead. Now it seems to be a murder but the officials want to pronounce it as a close case because some letter states he admitted fault” Damn I am going to need more alcohol.
“So they just want to throw him under the rug and call it a win?” I simply nod towards them stealing two cups from a waiter. “So what is the reason you think it was a suicide?” Before I could ramble on about what we figured out a tall figure walks behind steve and places a hand on his shoulder
“Hey man, I need to talk to you” The deep voice belonged to a dark-haired guy. Build with a strong stance. A vibridium arm. Call me crazy but I don’t even know how to handle my thoughts right now. Being in the presence of the avenger is not new. I know everything can be expected but not me becoming so infatuated with only looking at this guy for the first time. Who was he?
“Yeah of course” Steve got up, excusing himself from the table. “I will be back soon” I nod watching them both leave
“Bucky” I hear from the side. Quickly I noticed I was having a staring problem so I looked towards Nat with an awkward smile. “Well James Buchanan Barnes. He was stationed with Steve back in the 40s. We found him as the Winter Soilder”
“Oh yeah. You told me some details, before he had to go to Wakanda '' Nat mentions some things here and there but with her missions and my cases we prefer to leave our work lifes behind most of the times we hang out.
“Yeah. He seems much better now but I know its a struggle for him to get used to this world now” As she continues talking I can’t help but move my eyes discreetly towards them. The lights were low but when he was close I could tell they weren’t brown. His face was emotionless as he walked away but he tried to direct a smile towards us as he spoke to Steve. Being on the bad side most of your life and having to work for it now is not simple. “You like him.”
I shake my head, “No, no, just curious” It was true. He was the mysterious, cold looking, low voice guy in all of my books I have read before and fell in love with but I am too smart to know that something like that would work out. Boys in my books fight for what they want while battling their demons. When I see him I see a guy who has demons he has yet to overcome because the main demone is himself. He is struggling. His arm twitches and his head turns at every noise. He has things he needs to fix and if all my books are correct a woman may help but they want their space. Also the woman in the books does everything for them not to be alone and helps them fight their demons but I am not one to do so. I get scared and run away at the first look of difficulty. I am not the one to be placed with someone's trust and love. I can’t give you a correct response. I am not someone’s needs.
“Stop analyzing everything” She laughs while handing me another drink. “Is you were to stop anylizing eveythning and just go for it you would see how wonderful life could be '' She was right. Every move I make has to be foreseen by a pro and cons list. A breakdown of cause and effect. I break down my decisions and take the best route, even if my heart is telling me not to.
“Am a lawyer, that's what I do” I take a sip shrugging her off to change the conversation.
“Well how about for tonight you can be a girl in a little black dress who everybody in the party sees as carefree” I smile at her words. Of course I am not the one to let go but fuck it. Right?
“And what do you suggest, Miss. Romanoff?” She drinks her last glass and pulls out her hand.
“I suggest dancing like nobody's watching?” And that is exactly what we did. We dance past midnight. Many guests had left and while the rest were drinking and talking Nat and I were the only ones on the dance floor.
“Girls! The DJ needs to go” We both turned booing at Tony who was speaking through the microphone. “Don’t boo me! Go get some water!” We both laugh making our way to the other avengers. Which was only Steve, Wanda. Vis, Bruce and soon I knew Tony was going to come over.
“Hey I know you are not in the right mindset but I have something I would need help with in the morning?” Steve asked innocently which I only nodd to trying to gulp down a whole water bottle. “Its nothing just a ticket” I burst out laughing and soon the others follow.
“Goody two shoes got a ticket?!” Of couse Tony was the one with the nickname although everybody was thinking it.
“It wasn’t my fault! I was fed up with Nats feet on the dashboard and didn’t see the light was red”
“Well it wasn’t my fault either. You could just have ignored it but you chose to remove my feet yourse-'' We were caught off guard as the big windows outlooking the terrace blew up. I don’t know if they were the drinks or if I was just that tired but I don’t remember anything else from that night.
A/N: we are introduced to Bucky!!!. I am going to start writing the next part tomorrow and I want them to have a sort of enemies to lover kind of relationship but I don’t know how to get there. If you got any ideas feel free to comment. Thank you♥️
