I just wanted to let you know that the anon who said Steve and Sam tied Bucky up is complete bullshit. Bucky's arm is stuck in a band saw and he's asking Steve for help. I just came back from watching ant man
oh that’s what that is?? I’m glad someone knows. Now I can stop calling it the machine thing.
Thanks for telling us. I’m glad it’s not as creepy as it initially looked. And I hope you had a good time at the movie :)
with fireworks and THE WORKS. Nat invites all the avengers and their plus one's- if they have one and choose to bring them, because Bucky says "That's what Steve would want." and somehow Thor manages to show up, brings his own asgardian ale and Steve gets tipsy for all about 5 minutes, but BUCKY GETS SO SHITFACED DRUNK OFF IT HE STARTS SPEAKING RUSSIAN. Nat has to step out because she's laughing so hard.
Ok, I missed the second half of your message earlier, but yes I do agree with this one as well. (Bucky speaking Russian when drunk - lol, yes, this is sth that needs to be explored more in the fandom xD)
I'm writing a stucky fic rn where Bucky does forget his birthday (Thinks march 10th is any other day) and comes home to Steve arguing with Sam and Nat over how many candles should be on Bucky's cake and he's like "wtf did I miss?" And when Steve's b-day rolls around - oh god does he remember Steve's birthday. He remembers Steve's b-day but forgets his own. jesus christ Bucky is a mess. But he recruits sam and nat's help to plan something big. rents a cabin on a lake for a few nights--
:D This sounds good; the cabin on a lake especially seems to have… potential.
And of course Bucky wouldn’t forget Steve’s birthday even if he forgot his own - the same goes for Steve probably. Maybe it would even be the only thing he’d remember as the Winter Soldier: he’d have that date stuck in his brain as sth important, not knowing why and being unable to place it, but knowing it somehow matters.
rnirkwoodprince replied to your post “r they srsly gonna go with the brucenat thing ????????? thats just...”
Literally same
HIGH FIVE. tho i'm sad we have to agree on THAT of all things
capn-murica replied to your post “wonder how they r gonna adress the blatant betrayal of trust over the...”
Steve gets a new uniform in every cap movie and they don't address how he gets one or when or why? idk I think Tony just got really bored after Iron Man 3 and he's like "omg I have friends now. I'm going to design new clothes for them! <3"
ton y ???? i mean yeah they get new uniforms each time n it rlly isn't adressed but ton Y dressing them ?????? well i guess in whedon verse, which explains steve's grandpa attire in avengers but ??? honestly at least this time around tony is struggling with SEVERE ptsd, built the hulkbuster, ULTRON (??) and and !!!!! still has a verY MUCH DESTROYED HOME ????? like he also had to rebuild avengers tower n shtick and and and i rlly dont think... thats like... i'm fairly certain they can dress themselves but WHO makes special fitted superhero suits if not a secret agency none of them no longer work for bc it doesnt exist ???? idk idk idk i'm just fairly certain tony's got shit to deal with that isnt clothing his teammates. i mean he probably gives his one or two cents here n there n pitches like super rad nano tec fabric n shtick but ?????? anyways
like i dont question tony's ability to make custom fitted super rad clothes for his friends but it kinda takes away some autonomy off them and i truly think he's been busy with enough shtick
civil war isn't a thing. the article people are basing this rumor off of posted no sources and said RDJ's role in Cap3 could set them up for Civil War but it won't happen. Russo bro's say it's impossible. MCU doesn't have the rights to 70% of the superheroes portrayed in Civil War. They can't use The Fantastic Four, Spiderman, they haven't even introduced a lot of the heroes yet so it's pointless. Not only that, MCU's been working on infinity stone/thanos arc since day 1.
a day ago i would never have thought it possible to do it on screen and agree with u 100%. like why make all these films leading up to thanos then curve ball us to an other arc completely?? but this weird announcement of redoing civil war in the comics makes it seem like they have some sort of cross over event or something going on, which would suck. the story of the mcu seems so changeable what with CA2 completely changing the game i wouldn’t put anything past them tbh
Because capn-murica and I made ourselves want this to happen way too much
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“It’ll be fun, Buck, come on!”
Bucky sighs, roughly pushing his hair back to glare at Steve.
"Kids ain’t going to be happy to see me, Steve. I’m not exactly ‘Cap’ material.”
Steve frowns and leans in over the table, eyes far too intense, toast hanging loosely between his fingers.
“They’ll love you.”
Bucky snorts and rises, snatching his empty plate off the table. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” he says, dumping it into the sink. He turns on the tap and hears footsteps behind him, feels arms wrap around his waist and hot breath on his neck.
“Not a chance.”
He shakes his head, fights off a small smile and flicks water at the warm body behind him. “You know I’m gonna go, Rogers. You don’t have to butter me up.”
A small hum meets his words.
“Who says this is to butter you up?”
Bucky turns off the tap and turns in Steve’s arms, grinning. “Guess I’m just that irresistible, huh?” he says, grabbing a fistful of a much too tight shirt to dry off his hands.
Steve laughs and drops his head onto Bucky’s shoulder.
“You’re such a jerk.”
“Shut up. We gonna go read stories to little kids or what, punk?”
-
Bucky honestly doesn’t know what he’d expected. Kids running around, maybe. Screaming unabashedly in a way only children can. Not this. Not the hushed silence, broken only by weak coughs, not the muted shuffling across the room, not the palpable weariness in the air. He looks to Steve, swallows at the grave gaze that meets him and shakes his head. He makes his way to the back of the room and watches as the nurses introduce Steve.
The room becomes lighter, happier, if only a little and for the first time, Bucky thanks god for Captain America.
When Steve glances at him, book in his hand, Bucky retreats further into the shadows and curses as his heel bumps into something. He spins around and crouches, immediately pulling up the dusty cloth thrown over the object and prays he hadn’t broken anything.
A keyboard.
His eyes trace the wire connected to it and spots the plug lying half a meter away. He can’t feel eyes on him, knows no one is watching, but he glances around anyway to make sure.
Leaning forward on his knees, he reels in the wire and plugs it into an outlet beside him. The display on the keyboard lights up and he tentatively presses a key, jerking guiltily when it sounds loud and clear. He freezes; keeping his eyes trained on the instrument and hears Steve call for everyone’s attention.
He lets out a breath and settles, fingers brushing against the keys and he begins to play a tune. It’s familiar and he doesn’t know how he knows it, but he pushes the immediate frustration aside and watches his hands move across the keyboard, listens to the sounds he’s making.
A shadow falls in front of him and he jerks his hand away, turning to look up at the intruder.
A little girl. A little girl, staring down at his hands with unconcealed curiosity. He fights the urge to hide them.
“Can I help you?” he asks, attempting to peer around the girl to shoot Steve a panicked glance.
She looks at him and points unabashedly at his metal arm.
“What happened to your hand?”
Bucky clears his throat and tugs the sleeve over the metal. “It’s uh- a replacement. For the arm I lost.”
And suddenly the girl lights up, lips stretching into a wide grin as she flops down beside him.
“Can I get one too?”
He looks at her, confused, before he sees it. The empty sleeve pinned up to her shoulder. He tries to smile.
“No way, kiddo. You really wouldn’t want to get this one.”
His fingers begin to move absently across the keyboard, the gentle tune starting up once again. The girl settles down by his side and watches.
“What’s your name?”
“Bucky. What’s yours?”
“Kate!”
-
It’s not the first time Kate has asked to see his arm. It is, however, the first time she’s managed to get all the other kids to bug him about it too.
He tells himself, as he’s pulling off his jacket, that he’s not doing it because it’s the first time he’s seen them be this excited. It’s not because of Steve’s hopeful, encouraging grin from across the room and it’s definitely not because deep down, he’s hoping it’ll help him too.
The collective gasp of astonishment as his metal arm is revealed is almost ridiculous, but he suppresses his snort and stays still.
“It’s so shiny!”
“Is that real metal?”
“What’s the red star mean?”
Bucky freezes at the last question and stares blankly at Kate.
He works his throat, willing his voice to sound with any explanation. He hears Steve’s distant muttered apologies and he knows the punk’s pushing closer, ready to pull Bucky away.
But Kate is looking back at him in awe, eyes bright with happiness and he has to do this.
“It stands for bravery and survival,” the words come to him suddenly, rapidly, “if you got a red star, it means you’ve faced a lot of terrible things. But you overcame them and faced your fears.”
He looks up at Steve questioningly, and the shine of Steve’s eyes answer everything.
“Remember that, kid,” he finishes softly.
Silence meets his speech, before Kate runs to him and wraps her small hand around his metal wrist.
“Can I have one?”
Bucky doesn’t answer – can’t answer past the thickness in his throat.
He’s grateful when Steve replies for him, voice steady, lending strength, “We’ve got some markers here. Buck, you can use them.”
Bucky nods and takes in a breath. “Y’know what? Why don’t all of you line up, and I’ll give you all red stars. Every single one of you are brave for facing your fears and illnesses.”
Excited chatter sounds in the room as the nurses usher the children into a line. Bucky walks away, Kate still attached to his arm, heading for the markers. Steve falls into step with him and fixes Bucky with a serious gaze.
“What?” Bucky asks gruffly.
“You gonna remember that too, Buck?”
And Bucky knows what he’s talking about. Remembers how, just last night, Steve had had to hold him through his nightmares, through the screams of guilt, of fear, tearing at his throat.
He glances down at the little girl clutching tightly at him, chattering excitedly about the star, and he smiles.