Mar 26, 2017
And then I thought, what the hell, let’s throw in his other muses, too!
Starting with Sam!
( @feathersofiron)
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And then I thought, what the hell, let’s throw in his other muses, too!
Starting with Sam!
( @feathersofiron)
A New Normal
@todowhatwasright @feathersofiron
Bucky was still getting used to the chaos. Living with Steve and Sam had been an adjustment. Not a bad one, but an adjustment nonetheless. He was beginning to remember more and more about his previous life with Steve. Including just what their relationship had entailed.
Sam had been both a surprise and not. Obviously, Bucky had known about Steve’s own inclinations. What had been more surprising was finding that Sam had been willing to allow Bucky a place in his and Steve’s relationship. But it had been a very welcome surprise.
And that was how they found themselves here. In the post mission chaos that only a couple of superheros and their live-in ex-Soviet assassin could manage. It had been a long few days, and Bucky was just glad they were all home and mostly in one piece.
@feathersofiron in response to [x]
“I know how to punch something, but I don’t know how to talk about my feelings. Like -- how do you even learn what you’re feeling, exactly. Where is joy located? Where sadness, where love?”
@feathersofiron
“Hey! You’re looking at someone who literally has a bird’s eye view of the entire city, a’right. Have some faith in me, Rhee! We’re goin’… this way!”
“What is it with men and asking for directions?” Rhee half-joked, following along behind him anyway. “Though truly, how can you be so dismal at reading a map?”
James is glaring at the rusted bolt he’s been trying to coax loose for the last ten minutes even as he feels, more than hears or sees, Sam step up behind him.
“No.” he says before the other can even take a breath. “Whatever you’re about to suggest, I tried it and it’s not working.”
@feathersofiron
FMK Matt Sam Barton
Send me “FMK” + Three muses for mun to say which one they’d fuck, which one they’d marry and which one they’d kiss.
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( @feathersofiron: Okay I know it says for the mun, but.....)
“I’d marry Matt. I’d marry him. I don’t even need to think about that... I’d choose him.” No deception, no lies--she completely means it, though her temperature rose slightly as she blushed, a bashful smile tugging at her lips at the thought.
“As, um... As for the others...” She awkwardly cleared her throat, still blushing. “I...I mean, both Captain Wilson and Agent Barton are handsome men, but...” She blushed darker.
“Well, it...it seems disrespectful to just randomly have sex with either one of them.”
“I respect them both, a lot. So, um... Well, I mean, I really don’t think Sam is interested at all, so I’ll just kiss the back of his hand, out of reverence.”
“So, that leaves Barton for the...um, well, the ‘F’ one.”
( @devilinthekitchxn)
13, 14, 15 for unusual character questions
How does your muse entertain them self when they’re bored?
Usually throwing things at something or, occasionally, someone. He’s a big fan of flicking paper scraps at people during boring meetings. (Bonus: All meetings are boring meetings.)
Your muse gets soaked in the rain, what do they do to warm up when they’re home?
Wet clothes off, sweats and hoodie on, pot of coffee. Not necessarily in that order. Sometimes the coffee is more important than putting clothes back on.
What does your muse do when they get a song they hate stuck in their head?
He’ll hum or sing it until it gets stuck in someone else’s head. Usual targets of this tactic include Rhodey, Sam, and Scott. If he has to suffer, so should they.
↳ @feathersofiron
Bucky bopped to the beat as he fiddled around the kitchen, relishing the emptiness of it. “He’s in the army now,” he sang, stirring sugar into his coffee, “a-blowin’ reveille--” He added the milk, and snapped with one hand as he turned back around to lean against the counter. “He’s the boogie-woogie-bugle boy of compan-- fuck, man how long have you been there?!”