Ok Im Not Quite Sure What Was I Thinking Of When Ive Posted This Art At My Russian Group At VK And Decided

Ok i’m not quite sure what was i thinking of when i’ve posted this art at my russian group at VK and decided not to post it here. It was really long time ago. 2017 i think (i kinda see it ‘cause of difference in my art style 😅 and coloring).

It was one of my first colored winterspider arts by the way.

If the whole road trip idea reeks of Steve's star-spangled, idealistic nonsense, that's because it was, in fact, his suggestion. How did Steve put it? Bond, heal, fucking kumbaya their way across the country. Tony has no clue how he agreed to this. Must have blacked it out.

[or]

Tony and Bucky go on a road trip. It goes about as well as you'd expect. A slow crawl through emotional quicksand.

I am feeling very honored, grateful and absolutely in love with this art. It's one of the few things I've ever gotten made for my fic that wasn't a part of an event, and it means so much. Feeling the feels. Thank you @melitta4ever xxx

Here is a quick rundown of what is on the cards:

Hey, angel.

— I killed four men today. It's strange how numbers start to lose their meaning after a while. —

— Liberated a town. Well, Steve did. Still, wish I could bottle up that feeling of doing something good. —

— Seventy-four. They just kept coming. You ever want to not be good at something? —

— It’s hard, you know. Pretending— 

— Do you believe in love at first —

For maukree's wonderful story

Bucky Barnes is practically a walking, talking embodiment of bullshit.

It’s clear, from the moment he strolls into Tony’s life with a story so soaked in tragedy it should come with its own violin soundtrack. That's Tony's first thought when Steve, with his Boy Scout earnestness, introduces him to the 'new and reformed' man himself.

Tony's bullshit detector doesn't just ping; it goes into a fucking meltdown.

"He makes me sleep with him," Peter blurts out. He's so tired, his brain's filter is practically non-existent.

Mr. Stark, who's been tinkering with something that looks alarmingly like a miniaturized nuclear reactor, drops it with a loud clank. He turns around so fast, Peter's half-convinced he's going to get whiplash just from watching.

"Care to run that by me again?"

Oh, fuck.

"What? No! Jesus," Peter waves his arm, trying to backtrack from the conversational cliff he's just hurled himself off. "Not like that."

or

The one where Peter has night terrors, Bucky is simultaneously the least difficult and the most confusing man in the compound, and everyone's a good bro.

Not really a prompt, but can I say I love how you write Bucky's dialogue? Specially during sex. His dirty talk is on point, haha

Ah, thank you so much! :) This made my day. I guess I am going to have to write more smut with Bucky :)