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it’s weird and kind of amazing how such a significant portion of the mcu fandom has turned captain america: the winter soilder into it’s own fandom and is so detached from the entire mcu and how effectively everyone blocks out post-cap 2 mcu tbh. and by amazing i mean its fuckin SICK we’re all gonna blog about cap 2 until the sweet release of death. all of us

imposterogers

when bucky died, steve followed him days later. when the winter soldiers mask fell off, he would have let him shoot him. when bucky was beating him bloody he said to kill him bc he was with him til his heart stopped bleeding. he dropped the shield twice for bucky, and the man had been at the center of his story since he was six years old. in infinity war he watched him die in front of him for a SECOND TIME.

and you’re trying to tell me he spent the snap support group meetings talking about a woman who died of old age instead of bucky or sam? that he didn’t mention them once the whole film? that he could leave them as soon as he got them back? there’s no way. there is NO way

kenloganroy

You’re my mission. Then finish it — ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.

yelena-belov-ed

How long do you think it took for Steve to really process Bucky was dead? After the train, I mean.

How long did he make an extra cup of coffee? Or see an article in the newspaper and tear it out to show Bucky? How often did he yell Bucky’s name, thinking he was just in the next room?

Do you think he ever stopped looking for his face in a crowded room?

Maybe he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him- every brunette could be mistaken for Bucky from behind, until they turned their head and the illusion was shattered.

Bucky wasn’t in the bunker, he wasn’t at a bar, he certainly wasn’t in New York when Steve woke up in 2011.

So when the Winter Soldier caught his shield on that rooftop and Steve saw his crystal green-blue eyes and brunette hair, he knows it’s just his mind playing tricks on him again.

Because Bucky was dead.

lavender-luminarie

ohhhh okay i get it,,, you're on a mission to break everyone's hearts

imposterogers

steve normally:

steve after the love of his life is killed: on second thought

emily-axford

#natasha romanoff: master assassin super spy avenger

possumwoodpie

LET NATASHA BE SILLY

meruz

drew out some of the first scene from this fic by @lies-unfurl !! slightly edited dialogue just to fit this in a normal amt of pages.. i love her fics and this one in particular had so many fun visuals...kind of bait for an artist lilke me haha. also im a sucker for superheroes having in-universe merch i think its soo cute.

akanemaru2016

lousysharkbutt

tony name one time youve agreed on anything ever

doveywovy

god thinking about my "steve and bucky writing each other letters but they are both so bad at it" au but imagine they get back into it post-winter soldier movie.

3 months into being on the run and steve gets a postcard that just says DO NOT DIE. on it. and then like seven more arrive in quick succession and they're all like NO DYNG!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE GUNS I'LL USE THEM and sam is like...is this a reverse death threat? whats going on here. and steves joyfully whistling

wintersoldiersocks

In Steve's mailbox: several shiny pennies, a very nice combat knife, and a note that says "eat some liver"

Sam: is this a threat of disembowelment?

Steve, yelling out the open window: I don't have anemia anymore

Voice in the distance: well you want to keep it that way don't you!

Steve, closing the window: can't argue with that I guess

wintersoldiersocks

The next day there's a shiny new inhaler in Steve's mailbox. In place of the label someone has written "Steve" in marker

Steve: Did you steal this from someone?

The quiet Brooklyn morning doesn't answer.

Steve: I know you stole this from someone!

rillils

sometimes i should be asleep and instead i end up thinking about Steve. Steve finally getting to hold Bucky in his arms again, after his self-confinement in cryo is over.

the hug starts out tentative, cautious, nearly awkward - it's been so long since the last time, is it even possible to forget how to do this? how their bodies used to fit together so seamlessly? how touch used to come to them as naturally as breathing, as though they were only ever made of one skin, longing to knit itself back together?

but once Bucky steps into his space, once Steve's arms reach all the way around that warm, solid torso, everything falls back into place. Bucky's chin slots over Steve's shoulder just like it always used to, and his long hair tickles Steve's cheek - oh, that's new. that's good new. -, and the crook of his neck offers itself up to Steve, a haven to seek shelter in, a sliver of golden flesh exposed, and for the first time in the 21st century Steve gets to breathe in the scent of Bucky's skin and it's not smothered in the acrid smell of gunpowder, it's not tainted with blood, it doesn't taste like burnt leather and fire and brimstone in his mouth, it doesn't sting its way up his nostrils with the pang of sterile soap.

it's just Bucky, the clean, familiar scent of him, pure and simple. and there's this thing, you know, this sort of wicked little switch tucked away inside the human brain, that connects the sense of smell to one's innermost memories, plugs straight into the pulsing heart of them and drags them back to the surface faster than a heartbeat, and suddenly Steve isn't in 2017 anymore. he's curled up in a rickety bed that's really two old cots pushed together, nestled in Bucky's arms like a pea in its pod, enveloped in the shape and the warmth and the scent of him, lodged with every limb and every knob and every sharp angle of his slim body into the perfectly snug fit of Bucky's embrace, carved out around Steve's precise size, right where he belongs.

when Steve comes back to the present, he buries his face against Bucky's neck with a broken sob.

he doesn't need to wonder if Bucky's being wrecked by that same shuddering emotion; the way Bucky's only hand is fisted in the back of his shirt, and he's pressing his whole body into Steve's as close as it'll go, breathing shakily against the shell of Steve's ear, it tells Steve everything he needs to know.

bistevethor

Sam, Steve, and Natasha in Infinity War Prelude and Road to Avengers: Infinity War - The Heroes’ Journey

headspace-hotel

It's not even about canon Bucky it's about the things fanfic writers extrapolated upon that are so tantalizingly visible in the canon after you examine from that lens

using a character who is so physically powerful and dominating to explore the horror of bodily violation and lacking bodily autonomy is so peak and digs into a place of fear and dread and nastiness that is really crisp and unique and rich

there is the horror of being physically transformed into arguably a kind of undead creature, part human and part machine, having his body repaired, maintained, monitored, examined, probed, cut open, modified, experimented on...

the way he stops being a person to his technicians and his handlers, the way he's a weapon that is constructed out of metal and flesh, the way his body isn't his, because his body was salvaged, reconstructed, and repaired so that it could be used

the way he is hollowed out, memory and identity and independent thought burned out of him, until he is just a completely passive thing that is used.

all he knows is that his body is for others to use. he is strapped to an operating table, chained in a windowless basement, curled up in a mildewed cell, kneeling at his handlers' feet, cuffed and restrained in the Chair, every experience reinforces it, he is their weapon and their tool and their lab rat and their tinkering project and their plaything

he is an implacable monster, a thing of dread, a hypercompetent war machine who rips apart cars with his hands and slaughters people effortlessly, with a smooth apex-predator strut that projects pure power, control, and efficacy, and he is powerless and confused and scared

and his lethality is used as an excuse to deny his humanity further, to restrain him and use pain and degradation to control him, because that's the only thing he understands, right?

I am so, so, so, so, so normal about him. The Bucky

headspace-hotel

@incandescent-creativity

i never read a fanfic (except really short ones) before either up until 8 months ago

INTO THE PIT WITH ME

sillybillytime

And Steve makes the most perfect contrast with Bucky in every way.

Where Bucky was made into a violent killing machine against his wishes, Steve chose it, and he chooses it over and over. Where Bucky’s transformation was slow, methodically pulling him apart atom by atom, Steve had a single, searing moment of Change, his whole being was erased and remade into someone else in an instant. Bucky had time frozen and unfrozen in horrible fits and starts, Steve had everything Change all at once again. Where Bucky is forced to forget, Steve is entirely unable to, having to remember every last detail. Where Bucky is bathed in blood, Steve is forced to be squeaky clean. Bucky hides in the shadows, Steve hides in the light.

Two sides of the same coin, two perfect foils. One is the horror of being Unseen, the other the horror of everyone Looking. Two different ways to have your autonomy stripped, your identity stolen. And they are best friends, the only ones from Before