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thegabrielaxstark‌:

As affective as that would be, even I wouldn’t put you through that kind of torture.

Wouldn’t be the worst but thanks, kiddo.

the-capsicle-steve‌:

“Oh, certainly, you could’ve-” Bucky’s last words cut off his intended statement like a hot knife effortlessly slicing through butter. Natalia. Natasha. No, it couldn’t be the same red-headed Black Widow Natasha Romanoff he’s known for years…right? Nat was prone to her secrets, becoming the expert in keeping intel hidden while enduring torture, so why should it come as a surprise she concealed something this significant under his very nose? “What.” The shock caused the small word to flee from his lips in a flat fashion. More so flat than he ever anticipated. “I don’t understand how you two-…I mean, it…” Steve’s features changed from emotion to emotion, going on a facial expression journey he never experienced before. “How long has this been happening?”

James lifted his eyes to Steve’s, narrowing as he watched each emotions flickering just beyond his eyes; basically watching Steve’s train of thought bounce around. “Longer than you think, Steve,” he said with a shrug, like it was the easiest thing to say-- when in reality, it went a lot deeper. Back then, he didn’t know who he was. Sergeant James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes became nothing but the Winter Soldier-- frozen time and time again after his use was done. Nothing but a machine until he was tasked to work with the KGB and the Black Widow program. Meeting the one person who reminded him that he was human. “Who do you think helped train her to be the assassin she is?” James said with a small shake of his head; it was another time, “so, doing the math, we’ve technically been together close to a decade.” James’ lips tilted in an apologetic smile, “it was never a secret from you, Steve, our paths just haven’t crossed until now.”

#c; steve

quicklittlebastard-pietro‌:

For a majority of the conversation, Pietro’s gaze remain glued on Natasha, imagining himself loving someone as much as Bucky loved her. It was clear he noticed the way the two looked at each other when they thought nobody else saw the stolen glances at the farm or on missions. Yet, it wasn’t just the romantic kind of love flooding Pietro’s thoughts. Even when he chose to stick out the stiff upper lip and pretend he was done dealing with Wanda’s betrayal after betrayal, he knew there relationship wasn’t as easy as snipping the cord blinding them together as twins. “And what if what is best for me for once in my life? Letting go?” Piet could feel his jaw clench as he looked away, “I think I can try having a lovely time partying, forgetting I had something like that in another sense, before being reminded every moment I pull out that picture. Wanda doesn’t get to dictate who I can be and she doesn’t dictate my entire life. She doesn’t get to do this to me. So, I ask again, what if letting go entirely is what’s better?”

James’ eyes settled on the young boy, his face not betraying the thoughts that ran against his head-- there was so much that he didn’t know, but James knew that it wasn’t his place to tell. It was Wanda’s. “Only you know if it’s right to let go of someone,” James said as he placed his hand gently on Pietro’s shoulder, “sometimes it hurts to hold onto someone-- but sometimes that pain is worse without them. Think about Natalia for a second-- she had to live years without me, years knowing that I was in the clutches of someone else, doing unfathomable things with no recollection of who she even was. Imagine what she went through, but deep down she knew that it was a pain worth living if she could see me in the end.” His eyes wandered over the rest of the crowd, landing on each of the kids that were involved in the fights-- the pain echoed in their eyes. “I may not have that answer for you, but while you figure it out, there are people here that care for you-- that only want what’s good for you, but also your sister. People who cared about you both who are also hurting and going through the same thing; you’re pushing them away, Pietro. You’re letting go of the wrong people.”

#c; pietro

the-capsicle-steve‌:

“I really think I mishear you. My best friend is already taken and he didn’t bother telling me.” Question after question threatened to leave Steve’s lips in the attempt at assuaging his relentless curiosity who could have captured Bucky’s attention enough that he thought to keep the identity a secret. Buck smooth-talked his way through many women way back when, but nothing to sound this serious. “I wouldn’t be where or who I am today without you, pal.” Steve clinked his glass against the man’s, “Now, what’s her name?”

James chuckled into his glass with a shrug. It wasn’t like he’d kept it intentionally a secret-- everyone at the farm knew. Those that were in contact with him and Natalia on a regular basis knew, but he also knew that Steve had never been around both of them at the same time; it was all a surprise. “It could be a guy too, Steve, you never know,” he said before taking a drink of his glass, before his landed on the red-head in question; who is and always will be the love of his life, “her name is Natalia, though the rest of you know her as Natasha.”

#c; steve

the-capsicle-steve‌:

You’ll find someone for yourself one day, Buck.

“You and me both.” Steve guided them over to the one quiet corner in the room where a small wooden cabinet stood and wrenched open the door before pulling out a half-empty bottle of bourbon. “Tony’s emergency secret stash.” He grabbed two glasses and poured the bottle’s contents in each, handing one to Bucky, “I feel like it seems appropriate for a toast.”

James couldn’t help but chuckle at the change of events. He remembered when they were in the forties-- it was always him that set up double dates and roped Steve along. Now it was Steve getting married and trying to get a date for him. “Steve, you don’t have to worry about that one, I’m already spoken for,” he said with a simple shrug as he accepted the glass of the secret stash that he had an inkling to think that Tony knew how much that it wasn’t secret anymore. He held the glass up towards his best friend, “to you-- snagging one of the most eligible bachelors and finding your happiness. Proud of you, Stevie.”

#c; steve #LOLOL HE JUST DROPS IT THEE #THERE****

quicklittlebastard-pietro‌:

“She knows every single thing I do before I do it. I don’t know how but she does.” Pietro casually followed James’ gaze as the older man cast a glance in Natasha’s direction, sensing the meaning behind the stare clearly. He may have been young and only encountered brief flings on the rare occasion, but he knew what it meant. “You really love her, don’t you?” Piet turned to look at him, “I hope to experience a love like that one day. Pure, unconditional, unwavering love.”

“She’s just that good,” he said with a chuckle. If Natalia wasn’t that good, she wouldn’t have trained with him in the Red Room-- they never would have met, never would have become what they were now. His blue eyes blinked in Pietro’s direction at the question that wasn’t really a question so much as a statement. Clint and the kids knew of Natalia’s relationship with him, but it was so much more. It spanned decades and something he was forced to forget countless times, yet it remained. “More than anyone,” he said simply. There were no words that could ever describe his love for Natalia Alianovna Romanova. “She reminded me that I was more than a machine-- we held onto each other as they attempted to break our human side into the weapon they wanted.” James grew silent for a beat, “Hydra tried to make me forget, but deep down, I remembered. Maybe not all the way-- but the color of her hair, a scent that reminded me of her-- they couldn’t wipe her completely away no matter how much they tried. If you ever find something like this, Pietro, never let it go. Ever.”

#c; pietro

thegabrielaxstark‌:

Too many to count. It’s quite tacky.

Do you need me to stand by you and glare anyone away? I find that it’s particularly effective in social events.

#c; gabriela

thebrokenxballerina‌:

Well they’ll just have to get used to it.

You know... I’m glad you had this while I was in Hydra’s control.

I’m glad you had this family to be able to keep you company and treasure the work you do and how much heart you have. It means a lot that they’ve been able to accept me, not just as Bucky or the Winter Soldier but as someone not held to those titles.

#c; natalia

quicklittlebastard-pietro‌:

“I cannot believe until I see the proof.” Pietro distractedly flipped the flask’s screwed cap around a few times and grinned. “She won’t catch me swiping it. I just hope a certain grumpy gills moody super-soldier won’t rat me out.”

James shrugged but raised a brow. His eyes crossed the Stark’s party room until they landed on the redhead in question-- a small smile crossing his face before James turned his eyes back to the kids. “If you think Natalia doesn’t know what you’re doing, then you don’t know a single thing,” James said simply, “she knows more than she ever lets on.”

#c; pietro

thebrokenxballerina‌:

It sounds possible. Here’s to just once.

The kids won’t know what hit ‘em with this new side of relaxing James and Natalia.

#c; natalia

xcarolxdanversx‌:

So full time super-dad?

Definitely.

Never thought myself the full-time dad type, but it’s worth it.

#c; carol

thebrokenxballerina‌:

It wouldn’t hurt.

As long as you relax with me, I think I can do it just this once.

#c; natalia

quicklittlebastard-pietro‌:

“Love to see you try, old man.” Pietro watched the man closely, bating for his reaction to whatever free booze had been in the flask as he took it from Bucky. “I must say cheers to who decided to provide their own alcohol tonight. I’m considering filling it with that Asgardian beverage I’ve heard rumors were at the bar.”

“You forget that I’m part super-soldier and can actually do those things,” James said with a chuckle as the flask was taken from his hands. “You do realize that Natalia is not going to give that Asgardian stuff to you, right?”