Peggy and her good boys

Dominatrix Peggy and her submissives Bucky & Steve. Or just Steve + Peggy + Bucky wonderful threesome. And also Peggy + Steve, Peggy + Bucky & Steve + Bucky.

[mithborien]

[koreanrage]

♤ + ww3 !

From this ask meme

♤:Taking a bath together

Steve, Bucky, and Peggy crammed in a tiny tub to have a bubble bath together yessss. ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

[koreanrage]

wwthreesome ♡ - accidentally falling asleep together - maybe back in the 40s era while doing late night paperwork? HAHA

From this ask meme

Lookit these lazy dums. How dare they.

[flowellch]

JUST AS MUCH AS A MAN CAN

[readytocomply]

the political animals au you didn’t know you needed. 😘 (shout out to @peggy-carter and @rogers for enabling!)

[rickscosnett-deactivated2022122]

The Wall of Valor: Every S.H.I.E.L.D. facility has a memorial to the agents lost in the line of duty. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s history can be traced on walls like this. 

[emilianadarling]

This genuinely makes me upset because S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t exist at the time that Bucky died?? Like, the organization was created at least a year after his death.

Which means that Peggy Carter posthumously made Bucky a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in order to honour his sacrifice dON’T LOOK AT ME.

[beautifulwhensarcastic]

I’m here for Peggy honouring Bucky. Fighting anyone who tried to prevent her from doing so. Being there when his name was carved into the stone and then on the official ceremony, openly crying and not giving a damn about assholes looking at her with pity. Peggy Carter going afterwards to a bar, sitting alone at the table and mourning her boys.   

[apocalypticwriter-deactivated20]

Reblog if you're part of the "Bucky Barnes deserves a better life" squad

[whoson1st]

Service with a Smile

Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter

Peggy finds herself working as a waitress to make ends meet, but it’s not all bad.  She has one regular in particular that makes the job more fun…until he shows up with his girlfriend.

Modern AU because I saw this post earlier and lost my mind.

“Two dollar tip on a sixty-five dollar check, how’s that for gratitude?” Angie complained, pulling a new order off her pad viciously.  “I swear, some days, it’s just not worth it to tie on the apron.”

“Only some?” Peggy asked, picking up her own pad and slipping it into her pocket. “I thought we’d come to the conclusion that people are awful on any day that ends in ‘y’.”

“True,” Angie said.  “One day, Peg, you and me, we’re going to be bigger than all this.  I’ll make it big on Broadway and you’ll be a private investigator that makes crooked politicians shake in their boots, you watch.  Then this’ll just be a bad memory.”

“Suppose,” Peggy sighed, thinking longingly of the nice apartment she’d had—with it’s amazing bathtub—before the insurance company had laid her off and ruined everything.  No one ever really considered the life of a claims investigator as a glamorous one, but she’d been happy with it.  “I’d prefer it not have been a memory at all.”

“Yeah, can’t blame you for that.  Still, it’s not all bad.  Your regular just showed up.”

Peggy stiffened, and inexplicable warmth coming to her face, and Angie tapped her on the arm with her order pad as she passed.  Peggy glanced into the tiny mirror on the wall and smoothed down her hair, then took a deep breath and left the server’s station.  She paused when she caught sight of his profile, looking at the menu like he was going to be ordering anything other than a burger with the works, extra fries, and apple pie for dessert.

For nearly two months now, Steve had been coming to the diner for dinner every Tuesday around six, and Peggy didn’t want to admit how much she’d started watching the clock for that bright spot in her shift.  He was…well, very attractive, for one, with his broad shoulders and bright blue eyes, but there was more than that, almost immediately.  Something in his easy smile and hesitant jokes, the way he always asked how her day was going and actually seemed to care about her answer, the fact that he could always tell when she was lying about it being fine.

The fact that he never failed to sit in her section.  They’d been bizarrely busy during his third visit, and her section had been full…so he’d waited, pulling out a sketchbook and doodling for nearly half an hour until a table opened up.  He’d left a folded piece of paper with his more than usually generous tip, a sketch of a flower, with a note wishing her a nice night.

But he still wouldn’t ask her out.  And Peggy had no illusions about gender roles in that sort of thing, she knew very well that she could do it, but…there was something slightly…unsettling about asking out a man she was waiting on at work.  It was one thing to meet at a cocktail party in Manhattan, but another to ask a man to dinner while she was handing him his check and picking up tips.

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[steveandbucky-deactivated201702]

re: the “plant yourself like a tree and say no, you move” quote from ca:cw

in the beginning it kinda bothered me that, the quote originally belongs to steve in the comics and it’s one that i love so much, so to see it spoken by sharon carter was a bit, i don’t know, i want to say, irrelevant? because so far in the movies she’s had her role in everything that happens, yeah, but compared to peggy, she’s a very minor character that we have barely seen. and she’s not close to steve, doesn’t know steve at all and vice versa. this is an important quote and needed to be spoken by someone who can carry the weight of those words.

however, those are peggy’s words. it’s something peggy has said. sharon is quoting her aunt when she says that. peggy is someone who is similar in a lot of ways to steve, personality wise, morals wise, and someone who is important to him, knew him, was close to him. so to have taken the quote from steve and given it to peggy, to me, it’s not bad at all. it’s kind of beautiful and sad, and here’s why.

you can see steve sitting there in the church looking quite devastated tbh, and he hears that quote and it’s like peggy is talking to him from beyond the grave. steve has looked to peggy for guidance in both catfa and catws, and for me, it’s like in cacw peggy is gone yet she is still advising him, still being there for him in a difficult moment where steve is doing what he thinks is the right thing and being told that he needs to sign, needs to compromise. and it’s right there that his decision to not sign the accords is finalised, you can see it on his face, honestly. it seems like he was feeling so lost and to hear that gave him courage and it was a beautiful moment and i really loved it.

(and, this ca:cw review by huffing tonpost does name peggy as the person that quote belongs to)

[agentwintercaptain]

ɴᴏᴛ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ

[ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ] | [ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ]

Not interrupting the kiss, Peggy takes off James’ jacket and unclasps her fingers letting it fall down on the floor silently. She puts one of her arms around his neck, the other picks up the edge of a dark shirt, and her fingers run over the heated skin — from below upwards. When her palm freezes just where his heart beats faster, the Winter Soldier covers it with his own and in a moment grasps her wrist — literally — in an iron grip. 

She doesn’t feel pain at all; in the beginning, he may have underestimated his force squeezing too firmly and pulling too harshly, but now there is no problem with it anymore. The loft’s owner turns his guest round in one precise movement unzipping her carmine dress, and a fine veil of silk slides down like a smooth wave.

His fingertips draw a line around the roundish rough scars on her right shoulder — the mark of an enemy bullet — which he touches with his lips a moment later. This very affecting ritual makes Peggy’s heart tremble every time — more and more as James’ warm and soft lips move from her shoulder to the neck and his hot breath burns her skin in contrast to the cold touches of the metal arm which has easily dealt with tiny clasps and found its haven on woman’s breast no more covered with black lace. 

Margaret turns round to face the man and in a few seconds gets rid of his shirt. 

— You’re injured, — she says with a troubled expression on her face noticing a long thin cut on his right side, not too deep, already crusted with caked blood. 

— Never mind, — waves away Barnes and doesn’t let her say anything against it kissing her on the lips.

When the gaps in his memory filled, when James realized what he’d lost because of HYDRA and which terrible things had to do because of it again, he decided not to dismiss that out of hand and to settle accounts with those who’d been turning his life into the absolute hell during the last few years. And Carter made no attempt to stop him persuading not to waste time on the meaningless revenge which wouldn’t fix anything anyway; quite the reverse — she did whatever she could to help him find the required characters. 

Yes, unfortunately, no one of them is able to go back to the past and prevent the inevitable. But it doesn’t mean the villains should stay unpunished. 

What one of their former agents has been doing to them for a month by this time is an easy execution, too merciful, and they deserve no mercy, indeed. 

His old environment is a new mission for the Winter Soldier. And he kills them one by one — in cold blood, not making much noise, quickly and neatly. Margaret is never present there but for every their secret meeting she brings a light-brown folder with the file temporarily taken from the SSR archives — a new target. She looks through the pages of printed papers with handwritten notes and the picture of another future corpse who’s going to be talked about in a few days by all their office, drinks wine and waits for James’ return. 

Once or twice sergeant came back with the bullet wounds and she extracted the crumpled pieces of metal from his bleeding forearm carefully bandaging it for him later. On the next “date” there was no sign left from those wounds; perfected regeneration was one of the advantages of the Super Soldier status which HYDRA had rewarded him with.

So this minor cut is really nothing. 

The woman runs her index finger across the crimson line on the tanned skin making sure there is nothing to worry about.

And standing on tiptoe breathes out in his ear: 

— I’ve missed you so much.

How exactly — she’s going to show.

[the last one or two parts will be translated soon ;)]

[agentwintercaptain]

ɴᴏᴛ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

[ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ]

The day they met for the first time after the war’s end, after Steve’s death, James was like a beast at bay. He dashed aside from the slightest hint of the most harmless touch, didn’t allow to come near him closer than by a meter… didn’t let himself be caught by her.

Margaret’s been taming him bit by bit. For more than a year. She’s been waiting patiently, nevertheless managing to find the clues to his possible location which wasn’t easy. She’s been tracking him down in the breaks between the missions risking her job and her life, rushing to the so infrequent and so short meetings. Having revealed that the damned Nazi bastards with their barbarous experiments the object for which he’s become have taken all the memories from the sergeant, time after time she’s been persistently trying to make up for this loss. She’s been doing her best to make him remember at least something.

And he did.

He remembered her and then began looking for the encounter himself.

And for the answers to the infinite number of questions tearing his mind to pieces, and also tormenting his fragile memory ready to crumble into the millions of icy splinters, the memory which recovered after the permanent procedure of brainwashing with difficulty.

He’s been learning all the answers from Peggy who didn’t get tired of telling the Soldier who he was and who he still continued to be deep in his heart even if not remembering it over and over again.

He’s been coming back to her time and again forgetting her name but instinctively feeling he needed that, feeling his place was not in the narrow cryogenic chamber, not in the HYDRA’s labs — but there, beside that vaguely familiar woman. His place and his… home.

For the first time, James didn’t pull himself back and didn’t drop into a defensive position following his reflexes when he remembered Steve and got to know about his fate. At that time Margaret just took a step forward and embraced the motionless brunet, standing in front of her and staring fixedly from under his frowning brows, firmly. She didn’t know the better way to show her support — the words would help in no way. He made no move, he didn’t embrace her back. And, however, didn’t step away.

After a few more meetings Barnes let hold his hand quite willingly by that time, later — he let touch his shoulder gently, and finally, when Carter once reached forward to press her lips against his cheek at parting — an unexpected “misfiring” happened. The man also reached forward, and their lips suddenly closed up in a kiss.

Just as this moment. And many times before.

[to be continued...]

[petite-madame]

At last (2016)

Third and last artwork of the evening devoted to Civil War (sorry about the CW spam), after this one devoted to the first post-credit scene (Steve and Bucky) and this one showing Tony at the end of the movie.

This is totally how the parking scene went. *cough* Yup, I’m 100% positive. (Photoshop CS6)

[agentwintercaptain]

Just EXACTLY how it SHOULD’ve been.

[mrbarnes]

He chooses Bucky.

[beautifulwhensarcastic]

Just got back from a run. I’m on the roof with my coffee, watching the sun come up. I brought my laptop along so you could be here too, with your tea.

Happy Birthday @roboticonography ! 

[agentwintercaptain]

[agentwintercaptain]

Can't stop thinking whether the color of Bucky's shirt in CW is accidentally red or not. Red like Peggy's dress in TFA. Two people he loves the most wear red. No, it can't be accidental.

[agentwintercaptain]

The thing which infuriated me the most in CW was Steve/Sharon’s kiss. Actually, not entirely the kiss itself, but the fact that it was Steve who kissed Sharon. During the war he was too shy to make the first step and waited until Peggy kissed him. And now look at him, what a bravery!

It hurt me — as Peggy (I play her, I write from her POV and take all these things too seriously). Everything that could've been between her and Steve is going to happen between him and lucky Sharon. It’s just unfair.

Not mentioning this is not the sort of thing Steve would really do — date the niece of the woman he loved and lost not so long time ago.