#cap quartet 2.0

[jemgirl86]

Anyway, now I’m curious, if you could pick 3 people to round out Sam’s Cap Quartet, and there was a guarantee that nobody was going to use them to be weird about Sam and/or try to push him out of his own thing, who would you pick?

I guess I’m picking Joaquin, Bucky, and… I’m torn on the third person, because there’s so many characters I’d like to see Sam interact with more

[staying-elive]

Sigh. Why couldn't we have Sharon Carter as the shady government 'former agent' aka SHIELD/CIA operative who's now trusted by the new President Ross in Cap 4 instead of... y'know.

[funsized-loser]

For @samsseptember Samtember 2023 Day 10: Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic

After the team climbs aboard the quinjet, Sam collapses down onto the bench nearest to the door. Bucky stows away the shield and wings, and wordlessly asks Sam if he's ok with a raise of his brow. Sam gives a short nod and closes his eyes. He grips the edge of the bench and takes a few deep breaths.

Everyone is safe.

There were no casualties.

The kidnappers were all caught; the missing children have been reunited with their families.

Before his mind wanders any further, namely picking apart every decision he made and wondering if could've done anything differently, exhaustion takes over and he dozes off.

Sam wakes to find his head cushioned on the bench. He looks over to the cockpit where Joaquín and Yelena are arguing over the best bars in New York. Yelena stresses the importance of the actual alcohol, while Joaquín factors in food and ambience. He watches the way Yelena slouches in the seat, one leg swung over the arm rest. Her brow is knit in annoyance, but he can see her mouth twitch, fighting a smile. Sam watches the way Joaquín holds himself, back straight and head cocked to the side as he talks. He could wallow and allow himself to feel overwhelmed by the pang in his chest as he remembers how that exact view used to be of Nat and Steve.

But he feels pride bloom instead. These kids--yes, he still considered them kids, but they're his kids--have proven themselves time after time. They challenge him when necessary, and they give him shit when the occasion calls for it, but they follow his lead without hesitation. And he's proud to lead them. He can't help but smile.

"What're you smilin' about?"

Sam looks up to see that his cushion is actually Bucky's lap. He studies the curious smile on Bucky's face.

"Just thinkin' about our kids," he laughs and points with his chin.

Bucky glances over to the cockpit before smiling down at Sam. "You mean your kids? The only reason we function as a team is thanks to you. You know I'd leave them behind if I could."

"Yeah, right. I remember how excited you were when Joaquín mastered that knife flip you taught him, and how confused yet impressed you were when Yelena took you down during training."

Bucky shrugs. "But they're still here for you." He reaches over and places his left hand over Sam's heart. "You're the one Joaquín strapped the wings on for. You're the one Yelena trusts because her sister trusted you. You're the one with a good heart--and the fantastic chest protecting said heart." He laughs as Sam smacks his hand away, but just runs his thumb along Sam's jaw. "You're a good man, Sammy, and an inspiration to all of us. We're lucky to have you, Cap."

Sam reaches up and brings Bucky's hand to his lips. "Thank you," he says softly.

"No problem. Now tell me how great I am," he grins.

Sam sits up, shoves Bucky off the bench, and joins the others in the cockpit.

He wouldn't trade this life for anything.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

For @samsseptember's Day 15 "Undercover/Amnesia" prompt. The idea behind this is Sam, his new cap quartet, and his boyfriend all wake up with no memories as to what they were doing or even who they are. All they have are notes scrawled in barely legible handwriting telling them what they should do for a heist. Can they trust the notes? Can they trust each other? They'll have to find out. Also, the title is based on "Goodbye, Stranger" by Supertramp. Enjoy! 😆

[babygirl-diaz]

Samtember Day 10: Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission

((I chose Cap Quartet 2.0 for Day 10 of @samsseptember))

In which, Cap Quartet 2.0 go on missions, learn to trust each other, and watch 90s sitcoms together.

[samsseptember]

September 10 - Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic

[elwenyere]

Cap quartet 2.0 (Sam, Bucky, Yelena, Joaquín) and “marshmallows”

Hello, my darling!!! It's been an unforgivably long time since I got this prompt for my (very old now) follower celebration, but I haven't given up, and I finally found a way to craft a little ficlet for this out of some ideas we cooked up together. I hope you enjoy. <3<3<3

Vanilla (Bellores and Cap Quartet 2.0, 500w)

Rating: G

Tags: Established situationship, vaguely holiday vibes, tooth-rotting sweetness (literal and figurative)

Yelena lets herself into Joaquín’s apartment in the usual way: by pocketing the key he keeps leaving her (idiotically) under the doormat and picking his lock in protest. Joaquín has the radio on, the chorus of “White Christmas” covering the sound of her arrival, so she follows the smell of sugar into the kitchen.

“Son esos para mi?” she asks, taking a quick moment to appreciate the view of Joaquín bent over to pull a tray of cookies out of the oven. He twists around to look at her, one curl half-plastered to his forehead with what might be a smudge of batter.

“Konechno, dorogoy,” he replies. He reaches for a spatula, slides the thin blade between the parchment paper and the crisped edge of the cookies. “You’re just in time to decorate.”

“Lovebirds not here yet?” 

She means Sam and Bucky, of course, but then Joaquín hands her the dough-covered beater from the stand mixer before she can even reach for it, and she admits, privately, that maybe there’s been some of that going around.

“They stopped to pick up Sarah and the boys from the hotel on their way over. They’re bringing pizza.”

Yelena scoops a line of dough off the beater with the side of one finger as Joaquín moves toward the cupboard, and the familiar flavor hits her taste buds at the same time the Hershey bars and bag of marshmallows clear the cabinet door.

“You made the cookies,” she says. “The s’mores cookies.”

Her mom had made them for all Yelena’s birthday parties when she was growing up: probably, Yelena had realized later, because they seemed like the kind of desserts only a wholesome, law-abiding American family with no Kalashnikovs in the closet would enjoy. And maybe that link to the old family lie was why Yelena had formed such a fierce nostalgia for the cookies later - why she had mentioned them, casually, a month earlier, when the team had infiltrated the high-end restaurant a British arms dealer had rented out to use his daughter’s sweet sixteen as cover for a HYDRA meet-and-greet.

She hadn’t even realized Joaquín had been paying attention to her story - what with the fact that she’d been applying pressure to a bullet wound in his shoulder at the time.

“I never told you how to make them,” she points out.

“I got the recipe from Sam.” Joaquín rubs a hand over the back of his neck, and there’s probably dough in his hair now too. “I guess your sister stress-baked sometimes when they were, you know - international war criminals.”

Yelena stares at him, and then she steps forward, close enough that she has to crane her neck to look up at the mounting flush across the brow of his nose.

“You always do this,” she says, wiping a spot of powdered sugar off his cheek and letting the pad of her thumb drag a little roughly over his skin. “Get sweet things all over you. It’s impossible, you know that?”

[bella-dahlia]

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“This—it’s a bad time. For you, it’s a bad time, I should’ve called—” Sam said.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

“I’m clearly freaking him out, dipshit. You should probably do something about that,” the woman said, speaking around a mouth full of peanut butter.

Bucky closed his eyes, as if asking some higher power for patience. “Sam, this is Yelena Belova.” He opened his eyes and took a step to one side of the door, offering a silent invitation for Sam to come inside. “She’s a Widow.”

***

OR, the one where Yelena joins the team, and Sam has to deal with some feelings he'd been previously ignoring.

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