maria hill and natasha romanoff would never approve of generative ai use btw
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maria hill and natasha romanoff would never approve of generative ai use btw
The City Kept moving ( SAM X BUCKY)
the kind of love that lingers in the quiet — the kind that never really leaves, even when it should.
☁️ inspired by “i’ll look after you” • fall 2000s vibes • comfort & ache intertwined
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the sun was setting — the sky painted in oranges and pinks, a perfect cotton candy sky. the wind moved gently, the grass whispered, and somewhere far away, a car horn echoed like a heartbeat.
sam held an iced apple cider, the condensation running down his fingers. his old leather jacket creaked as he walked, lost somewhere in his own head.
the city buzzed — cars speeding by, people rushing home, laughter spilling from a group of teens sharing greasy pizza. a man in a wrinkled suit yelled into his phone. a mom pushed a crying toddler through the crowd.
life kept moving. and sam just watched it all — detached. drifting.
he stopped when he reached an old brick apartment. something about it tugged at him, a ghost he couldn’t quite name. he sat on the steps, cider still in hand. the world didn’t notice.
then came the sound of a horn again — and suddenly, he wasn’t here anymore.
the kitchen was quiet back then. just the hum of the fridge. they sat on the floor, backs against the cabinets, wrapped in a blanket that had seen better days.
sam’s head on bucky’s chest, bucky’s fingers tracing lazy patterns against the fabric. no words. just peace. the kind that felt fragile. borrowed.
the smell of takeout in the air, a candle burning low, the wax melting like time itself.
and then — blink — he was back on the steps again. alone.
the cider had gone warm. the ice melted. the city kept moving.
he shook his head, not even sure why he was there. he should’ve been home. at the tower. not sitting on the steps of a ghost that wasn’t even his anymore.
bucky wasn’t his.never was.
just a shadow. a memory he couldn’t let go of.
they were too complicated. too messy. too chaotic. and maybe that’s why it hurt — because bucky said it would be too much, that they were better off as friends. coworkers.
and sam said he could handle that. he really thought he could.
but here he was, on cold stone steps, haunted by the warmth of something that never really was.
“this is all steve’s fault,” he muttered, a small smile ghosting his lips.
if that bastard hadn’t run past him — if he hadn’t brought bucky back — he wouldn’t be here, sitting with ghosts, in a city that forgot him, holding onto a heart that still hasn’t learned how to let go.
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Find me on ao3 → CinemaGirl22
The City Kept moving ( SAM X BUCKY)
the kind of love that lingers in the quiet — the kind that never really leaves, even when it should.
☁️ inspired by “i’ll look after you” • fall 2000s vibes • comfort & ache intertwined
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the sun was setting — the sky painted in oranges and pinks, a perfect cotton candy sky. the wind moved gently, the grass whispered, and somewhere far away, a car horn echoed like a heartbeat.
sam held an iced apple cider, the condensation running down his fingers. his old leather jacket creaked as he walked, lost somewhere in his own head.
the city buzzed — cars speeding by, people rushing home, laughter spilling from a group of teens sharing greasy pizza. a man in a wrinkled suit yelled into his phone. a mom pushed a crying toddler through the crowd.
life kept moving. and sam just watched it all — detached. drifting.
he stopped when he reached an old brick apartment. something about it tugged at him, a ghost he couldn’t quite name. he sat on the steps, cider still in hand. the world didn’t notice.
then came the sound of a horn again — and suddenly, he wasn’t here anymore.
the kitchen was quiet back then. just the hum of the fridge. they sat on the floor, backs against the cabinets, wrapped in a blanket that had seen better days.
sam’s head on bucky’s chest, bucky’s fingers tracing lazy patterns against the fabric. no words. just peace. the kind that felt fragile. borrowed.
the smell of takeout in the air, a candle burning low, the wax melting like time itself.
and then — blink — he was back on the steps again. alone.
the cider had gone warm. the ice melted. the city kept moving.
he shook his head, not even sure why he was there. he should’ve been home. at the tower. not sitting on the steps of a ghost that wasn’t even his anymore.
bucky wasn’t his.never was.
just a shadow. a memory he couldn’t let go of.
they were too complicated. too messy. too chaotic. and maybe that’s why it hurt — because bucky said it would be too much, that they were better off as friends. coworkers.
and sam said he could handle that. he really thought he could.
but here he was, on cold stone steps, haunted by the warmth of something that never really was.
“this is all steve’s fault,” he muttered, a small smile ghosting his lips.
if that bastard hadn’t run past him — if he hadn’t brought bucky back — he wouldn’t be here, sitting with ghosts, in a city that forgot him, holding onto a heart that still hasn’t learned how to let go.
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Find me on ao3 → CinemaGirl22
𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 flufftober day 3
summary :: maria hill was a woman built for structure. for efficiency. for getting things done. which, unfortunately for you, also meant she had the uncanny ability to ignore everything else when she was focused. including you.
PAIRING :: maria hill x fem!reader
WARNINGS :: none :)
WORDS COUNT :: 2.1k
This was so good 🤩
maria hill and natasha romanoff would never approve of generative ai use btw
She doesn’t need superpowers she is the weapon
Joker: *tying Damian up as hostage*
Damian: It’s not every day you meet someone who knows how to do inline double coin knots.
Joker: Oh, Boy Assassin knows his knots.
Damian: They didn’t teach me knot tying in the League.
Joker: Where’d you learn it?
Damian: I go to art school.