SamSteveBucky

[moonenjoyer]

[phastos]

Steve and his boys.

[sdfsd32435-deactivated20180128]

for a minute there i thought chris evans actually sent me a dm telling me not to be an asshole

[starbucky]

“36 hours. Barnes. Rogers. Wilson.”

[fyblackwomenart]

Solace by J'Nelly Design Studio

[lyndraws-deactivated20190618]

they look like they are holding hands on the promo art and i’ve never been happier

[capwinterfalcon]

infinity war leaked scene

sam: hey steve, what’s for dinner tonight?

steve: *giving last touches to his smokey eyes* tonight I’m serving LOOKS

bucky: *softly* we haven’t eaten in three days man

[photography-cnl]

Photographer Sanjay Chauhan Captures the Beauty of Canada’s Fall Foliage 

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[executionerbarbie]

there’s literally no doubt in my mind that the entirety of the San Junipero episode of Black Mirror was based on this picture and that is….fine tbh

[lasturlontheleft]

Hello artists Storm isn’t white

[straightedgesavior434]

How is there only like 4 LGBT X-Men

there’s like 198 cishets on that team, that’s unrealistic 

[thebeverlymarsh]

it’S nOt OkaY to seXuaLiZe cHiLd actOrS aND chaRAcTEEEEERRRRRSSS

[stevnharringtons]

me: i’m pretty over marvel at this point they’ve not offered anything particularly impressive to pop culture in a while

also me, remembering Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson:

[thetrippytrip]

The nightmare keeps on going.

[sheabutterbambi]

good blood

Sam Wilson as the elegant, regal vampire still reeling from the loss of his first paired werewolves–Riley and his twin, Roland–and not at all interested in taking new ones, even if his existence depends on it.  Next in line to become the family patriarch.  Delicate cinnamon roll who really just wants to be left alone.

Steve Rogers as the soft artistic werewolf commissioned to paint Sam’s portrait and pair with him.  Falls hard and fast for Sam.

James Barnes as the leather wearing, motor oil smelling, shit-talking, whiskey drinking werewolf selected to pair with Sam alongside his bestie.  Falls hard and fast for Sam.

[cartnsncreal]

I can’t believe y’all ok with this 

[aceunibomber1906-deactivated201]

This is what a population experiment looks like.

[imaginesteverogerss]

Imagine Steve Rogers and Johnny Storm are related!

“Uhh…” Bucky says.

“Hm. I- what-” Sam attempts.

Steve looks at the guy standing in front of him. He’s sure that the guy’s wide-eyed stare is mirrored in his own face. How could it not be? They look almost exactly the same. His hair’s a little darker and cut closely-cropped to his head. He looks a few years younger than Steve too, or maybe that’s just the way he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet constantly like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

Bucky gasps suddenly and reaches out to smack Sam’s arm. “What if-”

“Um. Ouch? What the hell, Barnes?”

“Oh God, sorry. But has anyone considered that this guy,” Bucky trails off for a second, waving his hands at Steve’s almost-twin. “Is some kind of, weird science clone?”

Sam gasps too, then. Steve knows them both well enough to know that both of their minds went straight to the ‘Two Steves are better than one’ gutter and are just now trying to climb out of it. Sam slaps Bucky’s arm right back. Steve watches his face change from shock to pain as he pretends that he didn’t just slap Bucky’s metal arm. “Yeah!” Sam manages, weakly. “Are you a… weird science clone?”

The guy guffaws and then says, “A weird science thing? Yes. A clone? No. Sounds like fun, though!”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and watches Sam and Bucky’s minds dive right back into the gutter where they belong. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Kid, I’m Steve Rogers.” He reaches out his hand for his almost-twin to shake.

“Oh! That explains it! My grandmother was your mother’s sister! The name’s Johnny Storm.”

“What?” Bucky asks.

“That don’t even-” Sam starts, then stops, shaking his head like he’s had enough of this day already.

“Aunt Ida was your grandmother?” Steve’s smiling now. They didn’t see her often but his Aunt Ida would bring him a cookie every time she came to see his mother. “She was a doll.”

“That she was,” Johnny says, smile getting dreamy for a second. “Always told me my fascination with space was gonna get me killed.” He holds his hands out in front of him. “It just made me a superhero.”

“Huh?” Steve asks. Then, “Well, that would explain the getup.”

“Hey Uncle Steve,” Sam and Bucky both choke on their laughter. Steve arched an eyebrow. “If I impress you, will you let me be an Avenger?”

Steve folds his arms across his chest, amused. “That depends, show me what you got.” He expects the kid to maybe pick up a car or pull out some cool tech. So it leaves him slack-jawed when the kid shouts, ‘flame on’ and literally, honest to God, sets himself on fire. He takes off, shooting up into the sky in a fireball that has Sam, Steve and Bucky left gaping below.

“I like him,” Sam says.

“You just like him cuz he can fly and I can’t,” Steve tells him, scoffing as he watches Johnny show off above him.

Bucky hums thoughtfully. “I think we should dump Steve for him.”

“What a great idea.”

Steve finally tears his eyes away from the fireball practically dancing in the sky just long enough to glare at Sam and Bucky. He sighs.