congrats on your milestone! happy birthday to bucky! *confetti* Got any thoughts/headcanons about Bucky going to adult ed classes or uni or something like that after he's settled back into civilian-ish life? What's he into besides goats and plums??
Hello, mate! Thank you! What better way to celebrate than with Bucky’s birthday, right? I absolutely adore this ask and have many thoughts! 💕
Monday and Thursday, 8am to 10am. Tuesday, 2pm to 4pm. Never one to let anything pass her by, Natasha is the first to notice that every week without fail, Bucky disappears with scheduled precision.
Steve is the first to say something, more out of concern than anything else. Bucky simply rips into the bag of Doritos that Sam was saving, crunching loudly with his mouth open until Steve sighs, leaving him be.
Bucky’s a ghost story. A group effort, strategy and even Tony’s tech is necessitated to locate the former assassin.
Monday morning finds the Avengers bursting into a lecture hall at Columbia University. The tutor is stunned, chalk falling from her fingers as she blinks in rapid succession at the superheroes.
Bucky whirls around from his spot in the first row, metal fingers tearing into the seat as he glares at his so-called friends.
Mathematics. He’s studying Mathematics.
“It’s not changed. Numbers and formulas are the same as they were back in the Forties. It still makes sense to me.”
Steve understands immediately. Bucky is an intelligent man. He had to be in order to wield a sniper rifle the way that he did in the war.
Tuesdays remain a mystery. Steve begs Tony to let the matter go but when does the snarky billionaire ever listen?
Bucky has never resembled the Winter Soldier more so than when Tony waves at him from across the room. A cooking class.
The Avengers’ Christmas card that year features Bucky in a novelty bikini body apron and chef’s hat, a Red Velvet Cake he baked in class clutched in his strong hands.
The secret’s out now. At least, until Natasha spies Bucky in a hot pink polo t-shirt, sneaking into one of the many rooms in the Avengers Compound on Wednesday afternoon.
A peer through a gap in the door. Shuri bears a proud expression. Peter Parker looms over Bucky.
“And why do we dress the way we do for these lessons, Mr. Bucky Sir?”
“On Wednesdays we wear pink.” is Bucky’s beaming answer.
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