𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡

𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍

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       hello && welcome! i’m luca and thank you for visiting

     you’ve stumbled upon my marvel / dc multi-muse blog.  inspirations here come from both comic and movie media.  some may lean more heavily in one direction than others.  all are varying degrees of canon divergent and fleshed out with headcanon.  

     icon psds and graphics may not match as i’m mashing a bunch of solo blog attempts into this one.

     please be sure to specify muse ( or narrow it down ! ) when sending anything in or requesting.  me making a decision is never a quick affair.  plus, a specification gives me the confidence that you’re getting content you’re interested in.

   this will be a low activity blog.  i favor heavily plotted threads so please feel free to reach out if you feel the same.  on that note, memes are also a great way to get started as will probably not be throwing out a starter call for a good while.  if it’s in the tag then i’m still accepting it.  always feel free to respond if you have the muse to do so !

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apollorise​:

heads up that i’m moving bucky to his own blog again.  he’ll be over at @ghostsrevive.  also a heckin lot more active because the muse hasn’t been this strong in years.

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just testing. 

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@sayitsdrawkcab​ gets a plotted starter

          they were still waiting for some of their furniture to arrive.  so, for the time being there was a pile of blankets on the floor ( which was an upgrade from when he slept directly on the hardwood back at his old apartment ).  rigid enough to feel comfortable, for reasons he didn’t - couldn’t- sleep on a mattress.  he’d tried when he stayed at steve’s for a few days.  odd how something so soft could make him feel like he couldn’t breathe.

           bring back the magician.  words echo behind closed eyelids as if they were seconds fresh.  we’ll break her, put her back together, and see how everything works.  and, he’d tried.  somehow, hydra scouts had been able to guess where she’d land.  long, dark tendrils float on the air as her body falls from the heavens like a present dropped by the angels.  the asset fought; he’d fought much harder than he originally anticipated. 

          it’s much more vivid than he remembers.  dust floats all around them.  metal fingers grasp and clench, trying to shut down the apparent source of her power.  though he couldn’t feel skin, he could feel the shifts in pressure.  a little more to crush the wind pipe, but not enough to break the spine.  

          bucky, this isn’t you, faith and understanding smile back at him.  it’s enough for his fingers to loosen their grip, ever so slightly.  who was bucky?  bucky....

          when the soldier snaps awake it causes him to roll off the edge of the blanket.  sheets twist all around his ankles and knees.  panic sets in as he fights against the restraint, not fully comprehending he was on the floor of an apartment; locked safely in a safe space.  the sheet is pushed, yanked, and tossed away with little regard for the other body he’d pulled it off of.

                                zatanna.

          “ i’m sorry, “ fingers comb through the short strands on top of his head.  finding his way to his knees, bucky leans over far enough for his forehead to touch the edge of their makeshift nest.  he inhales deeply, filling his lungs until they burn, and then exhaling back out as slowly as he can manage.  he keeps trying to remind himself that he’s home and wearing the muzzle is nothing but a bad memory at this point.  “ i’m so sorry. “

[clintfbarton-deactivated2025012]

source: instagram.com/p/B_DUaAhpC9i

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FROM: @sayitsdrawkcab​ RE:  Zatanna knew that Bucky was forever waiting for the other shoe to drop and she would forever try and prove to him that it wasn't -- that she wasn't going anywhere. He was stuck with her for however long he would have her. He had agreed to accompany her to a dinner she was invited to, even though she knew crowds still weren't something he was fond of. She appreciated the gesture, wholly.

Coming out of the shower, wrapped in a towel she found Bucky on the couch on his phone waiting for her so he could get ready. Padding across the living room, she hiked up the towel just enough to slip onto his lap with a knee on either side of his thighs not really caring what he was doing on the phone ( and knowing he wouldn't mind either ). She reached out and fingers grasped the chain of the dog - tags that were always around his neck and she jerked just enough to pull him up to her and her lips fell on his, teeth grazing his lower tier before nuzzling closer. "I love you." the words came effortlessly and honestly. STATUS: always accepting random things !

           since they were still at home, bucky was sitting on the couch in a henley.  both sleeves were pushed up close to the elbow.  when they were ready to leave he’d roll them back down and put a leather jacket over everything.  then, his left hand would go in a glove to keep the metal hand hidden.  the added layer was a slight detriment to all the pressure sensors in his digits but it was worth it to avoid all the questions.  not many people knew he was still alive but a lot of people remembered the attack on vienna.  they remembered the legend of the winter soldier ghost breathed right into life.

          bucky was scrolling through an e-shop on his phone; a website steve pointed him to for some clothes that would fit more easily over their muscular frames.  before zatanna his wardrobe had been pretty meager.  ratty tees and hoodies either swiped from a farmer’s market or bought in bulk.  not only were they thin but they looked awkward.  the jackets helped cover it up and he hadn’t actually cared when it was just him.  now that they were building a life and he was attempting to be more social, he needed something that didn’t look like he was still on the run.  he needed to look presentable.

          feet come in to view.  before there’s time to ask a question or make a comment the soldier finds himself leaning slightly back.  air sucks through his teeth when the towel hikes up, exposing just a little more of zatanna’s perfect thigh.  setting the phone down on one of the couch’s cushions, hands rise up, gently gripping at the magician’s waist.  he stops briefly, no longer than a heartbeat, to look at the stark contrast of metal and fabric.  how many times had he come after her?  twice that he knew of.  two times he’d been used as a weapon to silence that magical voice.  twice she’d forgiven him even if they hadn’t known each other that very first time.

           metal clinks so softly he could barely hear it but it’s enough to bring his attention back to the present.  the jerk pulls him forward.  lips press lips and bucky opens himself up to everything zee has to offer.  one hand leaves her hip only to slide towards the back of her neck, gently squeezing and gently pulling her closer.  his own teeth press down in retaliation for the attack on his own flesh.  

          when  zee pulls back to speak, bucky focuses all his energy into a slow exhale.  the tip of his nose draws a short line up her cheek so he can press another light kiss against the corner of her mouth.  “ i love you, too, and i’m glad i found you again. “

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&& .   sevenbulletsavior​

Karen watched Bucky’s reaction to everything closely: it was a lot, she knew, a lot to take in and understand all at once, but taking it slowly was not an option. Not when Karen knew that Bucky would try to withdraw, try to push away from the conversation and forgo ever having it. The laugh made Karen worry for a moment, but there was an agreeing nod, his gaze falling back down to the floor. 

At least Bucky was not shutting down. At least he was reacting. Talking. Working through it.

Very gently Karen moved Blue off of her feet. “Well,” she started, looking to Steve with a smile before she looked back to where Bucky sat, “it can mean…a lot of things.” Shifting now that Blue’s full weight was not on her feet, Karen moved over to where Bucky was seated, kneeling down in front of him so she could take his hands in her own. “It means…we’re together in this. All three of us. It’s not just me and Steve.” And Karen knew it never would have been just her and Steve. Bucky would always be part of his life, an integral part of it.

“It’s me and you, too.” A pause, “If you want that, of course. Steve and I…” She looked back to the other blonde and then to Bucky, “Steve and I are okay with it. And if you don’t want me, but you want Steve, I’m fine with that as well. I want both of you to be happy. That’s all that I want, you to be happy.”

          while not a concept he’d personally considered before steve had mentioned it once or twice; wondering if it was possible to love more than one person.  the other soldier would wonder out loud why there was only one other half to someone’s soul when there were so many other people out there.  bucky sometimes suspected it had to do with what the times had done to steve’s vision of self worth.  he’d also learned since his time walking in the modern world, that love had no definite form.  it’s definition was different for everyone.  he didn’t have an idea on his own.  he’d never really defined it for himself.  back in the forties there was no need.  marry a girl and push everything else to the side.

          there had been a lot of times, in retrospect, when bucky found himself wishing he could be part of what they had.  not even a matter of what if steve was gone or if karen would want to run away.  thinking back, there was a part of the soldier that found comfort in what they’d already settled in.  truth me told, what they had was perfect in his eyes.

           having to confront it or having to define it made his throat close, just a little.  muscles tightened across his shoulders because his worry became that karen would offer to simply go away.  he reaches out, gently connecting with offered fingers bucky looks up to he can glance at steve.  bucky knew, from experience, his best friend wasn’t saying much because karen was better in situations like these.  there was an unreadable smile, though.  permission.

           eyes focus back on karen.  as bucky’s lips part he finds the words elude him.  they close again, and he focuses back on the floor.  it had always been hard for him to talk about emotions or wants, for a lot of reasons.  most of which started with his father and being the only son.  now there were decades of murder he was trying to wade through in his memories.  he was scared those would somehow come back to haunt karen.

          “ i do, “ the soldier finally nods again.  “ i think i love you. “  eyes search for steve again, gasping lightly when the other’s smile is still there.  no anger.  no disapproval.  there’s the slightest nod that bucky takes to mean they were okay as far as the conversation was concerned.  “ but i didn’t want to make it weird.  i didn’t want to lose this because it’s one of the only places i feel like i fit.  there’s sam, too, but that’s a little different. “

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&& .    sevenbulletsavior​

Karen remembered the first time Madison brought up her potentially having feelings for someone else when they were together - they were at one of their favorite cafes having dinner, Madison busying scrolling through her phone, checking meetings and upcoming appointments when the waitress came over with a smile and a brush of gentle hand against Karen’s shoulder. The taller woman had only watched curiously and quietly and then they’d settled into a very long discussion once they got home about how Karen had felt about the other woman: a very long discussion that required a lot of gentle guidance from Madison concerning feelings and understanding of emotions.

Three months sober and Karen was barely ready to delve into anything as complicated as ethical non-monogamy, least of all when she was still so fragile, but it was there, a seed planted in her mind, and it’d been there ever since.

Now it was time to bring it forth into potential fruition.

“Except it’s not just the two of us with you on dog-sitting duties.” Karen looked to Steve then back to Bucky. “It’s the three of us. And I don’t want that to change. I don’t want either of you to feel like you have to choose or push aside feelings for each other just because I’m in your lives.” Karen shifted before Blue settled on her feet, huffing as she laid down atop the blonde’s feet to show her disapproval of Bucky being taken from her. “Hate to break that thirties and forties mindset, Bucky, but it’s possible to love and care for more than one person at a time and everyone involved be okay and happy with that situation. It happens quite often.”

          there were too many things going on inside bucky’s head to consider a relationship.  it was the last thing he thought of in wakanda and something he’d pushed away since then.  with the nightmares and the guilt.  that didn’t even begin to start unpacking the fact that no one outside of government agencies even knew bucky was alive.  the arm would be a dead giveaway to his winter soldier past, which meant questions.  which, potentially, meant a lot of awkward.  bucky’s throat closed in on itself every time he started thinking about all the ways that conversation would carry on.

          so, he pushed the thought to the side and stuck to a small group of people.  even harder when some of those people lived on the other side of the world.

           when he first started to realize there were feelings for karen, though, bucky shoved them deep down.  steve was happy.  in fact, steve was happier than bucky had ever seen before even if the other soldier had a hard time expressing it.  walls were down yet steve clearly felt safe.  it was a side to his best friend he’d never, ever seen before and bucky had been around for a a decent chunk of that early life.

          he laughs out loud before he can choke it back down.  with an agreeing nod, blue eyes fall back down towards the floor.  one thing modern times had going for it were bringing some of the thoughts he and steve had come to life.  wasn’t perfect, far from it, but the world was trying to move in a good direction and that  a lot more open in terms of love and identity.

           “ can’t really argue with that, “ the soldier grins again.  it’s a lot to take in, though.  particularly that last sentence.  if he didn’t know any better he’d say there was an implication there that karen might just care for him, too.  either that or he was reading between some lines and all she was saying was that he could be with steve.  as much as he loved steve ( and always had ), bucky found himself in the interesting position of holding two people in his heart.  “ what would make you happy and comfortable, karen?  i get what you’re trying to say about lifestyles nowadays and i’m wrapping my head around it.  but what does that mean for us here? “

[ransomflanagan]

SEBASTIAN STAN as Frank in ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS (2019), dir. Drake Doremus

[rhaenyraitargaryen]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021) | Episode 4: The Whole World Is Watching

↳ Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes

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FROM: @sayitsdrawkcab​ RE:  They had taken the biggest step in getting a place together in Brooklyn after Zee had put down roots and took up an old theater on Broadway for her show. Now that this time and place was her home, she didn't need to worry about going back and forth. Her and Bucky had set up the cozy place and she was currently sitting on the floor in the living room thumbing through catalogues for furniture waiting for him to get home. She also had a surprise for him, and the small kitten was playing with her fingers and the small wisps of magic she had trailing down as she flipped the pages. Around the kitten's neck was a bow and she was more relaxed than she had been in some time. They were home and they were safe -- they could finally live a life that they both deserved. But mostly Bucky -- Zee wanted a normal life for him so that he could finally be at ease and rest after everything he had been through. STATUS: always accepting random things !

          life was weird.  part of bucky felt like he was walking along the razor’s edge, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.  it couldn’t be this easy, could it?  after everything he’d been through.  after every time he was pulled back in to hydra’s grasp could it really just end in the domestic setting he hoped to have all those decades ago?  sure, he was still fighting to a degree.  being part of sam’s team was more his choice than anything else.  what was bucky going to do, find some eight to five somewhere?  start wearing a suit?  people were suffering and all he’d ever known was fighting.  it only made sense.

           at least, this time, it was on his own terms with his own autonomy.

          he stops for a few seconds at the front door, staring down at the way his keys had multiplied since meeting zatanna.  there’d been two when they first met; front door and harley.  that was it.  now there were spares for a number of different things, an office key, keys that didn’t look familiar.  for some reason, seeing them all splayed out in the palm of his hand hits very close to home.  when he was sitting out in the wakandan wilds with ayo, waiting to see whether or not shuri’s de-programming had worked he honestly had no idea he’d be able to make it here.  here to a somewhat normal life with someone who took all the good with the bad ( so, so much bad ).  someone who was patient with the nightmares and the hard time he had being open and emotional.

           with one last grip, the soldier opens the front door.  odd seeing more furniture greet him than when he’d first gotten his pardon.  all the comfort was going to take a while to get used to but it was not very practical to expect someone else to sleep on the hardwood with him.  zee would, he didn’t have any doubt she would.  the point was bucky wanted her to be more comfortable than that, especially if she had to deal with his random nightmare thrashings.

          zatanna’s on the floor.  normally, he’d crawl right over to join her.  maybe he’d even try to put his head in her lap.  but, his eyes follow the line of her arm to the movement on the other end.  “ what... “  his head jerks back.  bucky even looks over his shoulder to make sure he’d made it in to the right apartment.  “ who... “  he can feel his eyes widening.  all he can focus on is the tiny little ball of fluff with a bow around it’s neck.  it was so small and so tiny and he was decades of war.

          finally, the soldier settles down on his knees.  it’s close enough that leaning over allows him to kiss zatanna’s cheek.  “ please tell me fans don’t do weird things like bring you gift kittens. “

[thewinterclown]

SEBASTIAN STAN as FRANK | Endings, Begginings (2019)

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&& .   sevenbulletsavior​

Karen was teetering on the edge of consciousness, blood matted in hair, skin broken and bruised, body aching. Every breath in hurt - how many times had his foot connected with her stomach, her ribs? - and every breath out felt like it might be her last. She could hear Carl moving up and away; his steps were heavy, a drunken stumble indicative of his current condition, but Karen couldn’t do anything. Struggling to stay awake was hard enough, and she felt like she was underwater, the sound of upstairs almost a distant din in her mind. 

There was a scuffle, shouting, Carl’s angry voice slurred out and Karen wondered who was there, who he was yelling at but she couldn’t make out a voice, just footsteps…and then there was a heavier thud that was not footsteps and then footsteps following after that.

Footsteps that came down the stairs, that neared her, and Karen wanted to move, she wanted to scramble away because if it was Carl…if he was coming back…she knew she would not be alive once he got ahold of her again. But there was that voice, muffled by the pain but familiar, comforting, and Karen sucked in a pained little sob as Bucky’s presence was then by her side. “Bucky,” came the relieved sob and Karen pushed, right eye already swelling, nose and lip bloody.

As soon as Karen pushed herself upright, as she reached out for Bucky, the pain intensified and the wave of nausea crashed over her violently - she bent as she began to wretch, watery bile coming up and emptying out of her stomach and every movement seemed to worse, the pain shooting through her body from her ribs, her skull pounding.

Even with such a short amount of time together, Carl had done some damage, it seemed.

            what he saw took him back.  other fights, other death, other bodies with blood-matted hair.  only, those had been at his own hands.  they came to him in flashes and fragments in the depths of his nightmares.  worse, was that he only recognized some of the faces.  howard stark came to him often, down on the ground and pleading for life.  his wife crawled from the car to beg for her husband.

          even though this wasn’t his doing, the guilt sat in his shoulders all the same.  if he’d shown up sooner.  if he’d paid more attention to some of karen’s body language.  if a lot of things.  much, much easier to beat yourself up for in retrospect.  “ yeah, angel, it’s me.  i got you. “  with one knee on the ground, the soldier comes in close.  hands hover in the air, worrying about doing more harm than good.  what he can’t show is how badly his heart is breaking or how much he wants to climb back up those stairs to finish the job he started.  the guy clearly didn’t deserve to keep breathing, not after this.  unfortunately, taking that time meant dragging bucky away from karen and he wasn’t willing to that considering her state.

          “ we have to get going, okay? “  he slides out of the leather jacket, setting it across karen’s shoulders.  that still leaves him in a grey hoodie to cover up the metal arm.  with her state he didn’t actually care except questions about it might put off her care.  when she leans over to wretch it’s automatic to pull back her hair.  his eyebrows pinch together and lips press into a thin line, choking down that anger.  he wished he could do something to ease her pain right then.  bucky knew from his own experience that the stairs nor the car ride were going to be easy on her injuries.  at least he hadn’t been on the harley.

          getting karen settled in to the passenger’s side is an exercise in restraint.  bucky thinks about the drunken bastard the entire way.  not just about removing one more unnecessary life from the world but what the chances were that he’d try anything like this again.  

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FROM: @shieldedsouls​_bucky RE:  "you always make me feel better." STATUS: accepting

          through donuts and arguments and baked apologies, clark had learned a lot in how exactly to deal with one bucky barnes.  namely, with a smile and a little understanding.  the other had been through a lot ( an understatement, really ) and the kryptonian couldn’t even begin to fathom what dealing all that must be like.

          so, when he’d heard of a little trouble coming bucky’s way clark figured there was only one real way to deal with it.  well, unless superman could come around to fix the problem.  but, until he’d been told as much it was coffee and a few cupcakes from a bakery he liked to visit whenever he was in the area.  “ i wish i could’ve made the cupcakes fresh for you but i’ve been running a little late on a deadline and i haven’t been cooking as much as i’d like. “

          both are set down on the table.  without even thinking about it, clark gives the back of bucky’s head a gentle squeeze before rounding the table to sit down.  “ one even has sprinkles. “

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&& .   sevenbulletsavior​

A discontented huff left Blue when Bucky pulled away from her and Karen laughed at the noise, rubbing at her jowls and ears in apology. “Promise I’ll give him back,” came the reassurance from the blonde before she pushed herself upright and moved back over to where Bucky and Steve now were. She settled back down, motioning for Bucky to sit as well. “No privacy. We want to talk with you about some things.”

Palms rubbed anxiously against jean-clad thighs as Karen considered where to start. A deep inhale, a slow exhale, and then Karen looked up to meet Bucky’s gaze. “Steve mentioned that you liked me, and I’m glad you do. But Steve didn’t mean it as in you just liked me as a person. I know he meant…he meant that you had feelings for me. Some type of feelings, at least. But…” Karen glanced at Steve, reaching out to take hold of his hand, to give it a little squeeze before she turned her attention back to Bucky.

“I also know you have feelings for Steve. That it’s all a little more complicated than that, and I get it, I do. I don’t…I’m not mad about it either.” She was quick to assure him of her own stance. “I feel like we need to all discuss this and see…see what we want to do about it.”

          when people told him animals could be therapeutic, bucky didn’t really understand how or why.  he just thought it was some guy at the courthouse trying to be a dick.  like some underhanded way of telling him to go back to the gutters.  so, he’d flipped the guy off and went about his day.  steve fed a few stray cats near the apartments when he could afford it but bucky hadn’t grown up with pets.  neither had anyone else he knew.  

         now?  he had no idea what his life would look like if blue and buck hadn’t been in it.  then there was karen.  she was okay ( he guessed ).  no one had ever really forced him to take care of himself before.  in the thirties and forties it was kind of assumed since he was a man.  not only that but the eldest son.

          “ wh- “  bucky huffs.  eyes go directly to his best friend, trying to mentally communicate the utter betrayal he feels.  okay, so maybe karen’s exact words weren’t ever used in his conversations with the other soldier but there’s a good chance steve read some of it between the lines.  how could he not?  she’d given him the time of day when everyone else made him feel like a monster.  she’d taken time to listen, really listen, to what he was trying to say.  not only that but karen exuded pure amazonian goddess.  tall, intelligent, and a fighty personality that was ripped right from steve.

          “ i.... “  both hands raise up, waving away the conversation.  what was there to do about it?  except feel a little more awkward now that his feelings had been spilled on to the floor?  “ have no idea what you’re talking about.  or why it needs to be discussed.  self explanatory, right?  the two of you...you know.  and i’m on dog-sitting duty. “

[simonghostrileys]

#just an 106-year-old fossil man with his smartphone 💁🏻‍♂️

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&& .   sayitsdrawkcab​

                                              STARTER

The only negative thing she could find about being stuck in this universe was that she didn’t have access to all of her supplies, but she made due. She had spent the day at the beach along the Jersey Shore looking for something very specific. She could feel the energy of it as she walked along the sands. Using magic to find it would kind of defeat the purpose, but she didn’t need her magic at the moment.

The sun was rising on the horizon and she closed her eyes and took in the feeling of it all. Zatanna loved the ocean, she loved the peace of it. All of a sudden, she was almost yanked off of her feet as bare feet sunk in the sand. Wading out into the water, she crouched down and dug into the sand a little and pulled out a small peace of sea glass. It was almost a crimson in color with veins of silver in it – something she had never seen before. “So you’re what was calling to me.” She brushed her thumb over the smooth surface to remove some of the sand before she vanished just as quickly as she arrived.

Some time later, she had charged the glass and imbued it with a special magic and the symbols burned through the facets. Zatanna had made it for Bucky, something he could hold on to to keep the memories he didn’t always want at fingers length, but he could pick and choose what he wanted to think about. Nightmares were things she was plagued with – as well as actual nightmare demons, so she understood and she wanted to help in whatever way she could.

[ txt ; Bucky ] ; Hey, are you busy today? [ txt ; Bucky ] ; I have a surprise for you, I could drop it by. [ txt ; Bucky ] ; Or if you haven’t eaten, we could meet at the sandwich place you like so much.

Zatanna didn’t do this often for people, mostly because not everyone would receive it well, but she hoped it could help him because if she was stuck in this universe, she wanted to do what she could to help those that needed her. She had been there for him before the blip, and also when he was returned. That wasn’t going to change.

@quanteum​ ( for bucky ! )

           he was sitting in a little cafe steve showed him right after he came back from the snap.  when they were younger it had been a bridal parlor.  several walls had been knocked down over the years to create the coffee shop on one side and a soft serve bar on the other.  way too many choices for his blood.   although, the tiny little mochi treats on top of some vanilla was surprisingly delicious.

          there’s a copy of ursula le guin’s the farthest shore sitting next to a long cold, half empty cappuccino.  all the coffee he’d tried so far was miles better than what they got in mre’s back in the war.  not that it was bad.  instant coffee was ( and still is ) one of bucky’s favorite things.  that and m&m’s.  he and steve shared that much.  the newer almond-filled ones were particularly delightful.  so many new things to try.  apparently all the time in the world to do so, considering nothing universe shattering happened again.

          bucky was still trying to catch up on all the innovation he’d missed over the past eight decades ( almost ).  when shuri first woke him up from cryo back in wakanda they’d spoken for days on end on what she could do with the country’s tech labs.  that didn’t even take into account the rest of the world.

          a vibration from his new phone brings his attention back down to the table.  picking it up, bucky’s head leans back just a fraction.  the smile is slow but wide.  thumb taps on the side of the glass as he thinks of what to say.  could be playful.  or, he could just be factual.

     [   sms : magic   ]  i am not.      [   sms : magic   ]  you didn’t have to get me anything.  but it’s a great excuse to treat you to a meal.      [   sms : magic   ]  just tell me when, beautiful, and i’ll be there.