#buckynat week

[stillgirlfrommars]

blep.

[nocek]

Again, posting on wrong day but who cares, at least I managed to post it within BuckyNat Week 😁

This one was meant for 616 Monday (?) but I started to sketch it on Tuesday so yeah… Not sure if I’m happy with this one. Maybe because my first intent was to go with super clean lineart like Chris Samnee but I couldn’t hold my horses and then things happened. Maybe non digital route will be more successfull.

[atlantiss505]

[laughing-from-my-dumpster-fire]

Bucky & Natasha | | (BuckyNat 1940's AU) | | [ C A N D Y M A N ]

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Here is my BuckyNat AU fanvid contribution to celebrate BuckyNat Week! Enjoy!

[anemonemimesis]

Buckynat prompt: "Now I will be a gun, and it's you I'll come for."

on AO3

‘Focus to shoot.’ He guided her hand with his own colder metallic fingers. ‘Breathe out, and focus.’ 

Encased by metal digits her hands shivered. He steadied her with the warm touch of his human hand against her ribcage, pressing her diaphragm. 

‘The gun is a part of you,’ he said, ‘Extend your arm, it’s the guide for the trajectory of the bullet.’

She liked the touch of his hand against her ribs, controlling her breathing, showing her the focus that would attune her body to the weapon. His touch striking a spark, igniting her from within, as she braced against the recoil. 

‘Focus to fire’, he instructed, the first time she went on a mission, with him the senior officer, as he gave her the hand signal for her to proceed. 

She liked him as her superior officer, the rhythm of his command, the certainty and un-ambiguity of his instructions. His focus, which trajected her own actions.  

By then her heart had grown its own secret agenda, a desire to propel her being towards him, more than a superior, more than a fellow soldier, more than a weapon. 

A weapon that does not cooperate would be discarded, and her aim cannot be turned onto its user. And she found herself staring down the barrel of her own desire. Her hands on the action, safety off, finger-pads kissing the trigger, unable to focus.  

Now I am a gun, she thought. and my aim is at you.    

(Later when he lodged a bullet in her, she had already forgotten those lessons he had taught her several times over, as well as the sensation of his hands guiding her body to become accustomed to wielding the weapon, to grow extensions of barrels like additions to her limb.)

[yawpyawp]

not 100% sure that i have the brain power to do art for buckynat week, so everyone should just listen to my epic buckynat playlist bc i think it’s great

[bolshoiromanova]

So Sebastian Stan really obliterated St*cky during buckynat week, we stan a ledgend.

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Buckynat prompt: "As long as we're going down, baby, you should stick around."

*Thank you so much for being my very first prompt. I hope you like it*

Natasha was scoping out the ship looking for any intel as what in the hell hydra was up to now. Walking through this ship was a piece of cake and finding what she was looking for was even better. As she was looking through the files for a new program for super soldiers, would they give that a rest already, she was jerk to the floor by the sudden movement of the boat. Shit, they were going down. It was time to go. As she ran to the edge of the boat to make her grand escape she slammed into a very muscular body. “James, what the hell are you doing here?” This was her mission assigned through SHIELD, he was going to blow her cover. “I could ask you the say thing, Natalia.” All of a sudden the boat rocked again. Natasha loss her balance, leading to Bucky catching her like old times. There was a sudden beat where their eyes met. Feeling the same energy as it was so many years ago. They snapped back to reality to see Steve flying a helicopter. “Want to come along.” Natasha shook her head she really couldn’t be sucked back into Bucky’s world again. “You can’t stay here the boat is going down and as long as we’re going down baby, you should stick around.” Bucky placed a hand out and Natasha took it knowing she was going to regret all of her choices in the morning.