by dontcallmebree
a Stucky WIP
Chapters: 2/5
Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Maria Hill
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Broadcasting, Executive Producer Bucky Barnes, News Anchor Steve Rogers, Enemies to Lovers, Age Difference, Past Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Riley (Captain America Movies)/Sam Wilson, Morning Glory (2010) AU
Wrecked by the turmoil that is the last few months of his life, Bucky throws his perfectly nice speech out the window and finally exclaims, “I’m here to offer you a job!” stopping Steve dead in his tracks. “The Howling Morning Show would like to offer you a position as co-host effective immediately.”
Steve slowly turns on his heel, spitting out an incredulous, “You’re what now?”
Desperate to save a failing morning show, Bucky drags broadcasting legend Steve Rogers out of retirement and back into the spotlight.
“Look who it is,” Steve croons, nursing a cup of coffee Bucky wishes he actually had laced with a healthy dose of arsenic. Sure, he’d be down a co-host and be back to square one, but it would’ve saved him the taping from hell.
Bracing himself, Bucky ventures out from behind his desk towards the main hallway to break up whatever fight Steve’s decided to pick. He’s not at all surprised to see Steve leveling his irritating mug at Sam. Except, it’s not really Sam he’s set his sights on.
Steve tips his head to one side, squinting in some show of contemplation. “Smiley, right?”
“You know his name is Riley,” Sam growls, offering up one cheek to his partner for a hello kiss and snatching his vintage Burberry off their coatrack with much more force than necessary. Bucky almost tells him off for it—their shitty furniture won’t tolerate much rough handling—but he’d be as worked up if he had to share the screen with Steve Rogers for most of the day.
“Right, right,” Steve nods along, raising one hand in surrender. “My bad. Riley.”