Raleigh stands in the corner with his hands in his pockets. There was a flash of memory in her mind that she knew wasn't hers, a gangly boy of sixteen holding flowers out for Ronda Detler, palms sweating as she smiled at him in her blue prom dress and her teeth covered in braces. There are no flowers on the little wooden table, but there are a couple of tall candles, glowing dimly in their glass holders. There prayer candles, red and white, the faces of the Christ and Saint Peter and some other saint she doesn't know. Marshall was never a religious man, and she was never much for religion either, but prayer candles were never a thing in short supply in the thunderdome.
He'd set the candles neatly on a stack of love worn books, their paper covers tattered from many readings. Pale Blue Dot. A Brief History of Time. Cosmos. Raleigh had spent so much time as a kid looking up not to feel lonley, he'd told her once. Now he looked up to feel safe. The plates were the plain, white chipped ceramic the cafeteria kept on hand, from the old days, when men in suits and ties cared enough to show their faces to the people saving the world. The forks were bent and lackluster and the glasses were plastic but Mako smiled, hiding a giggle behind her hand. Raleigh blushed.
“Sorry it's not much,” he said with a shrug, offering her the sort of shy half smile was growing to know like it was her own, “but it's the best I could do on short notice.”
“You didn't have too do this,” she said, smiling at the humble meal he'd made.
“It's your birthday. Everyone should have a birthday dinner,” he said, stepping over to pull out her chair.
She took the seat with a grin, folding the bandana that served as a napkin across her lap.
“Such a gentleman,” she said, smiling down at her lap, “The Marshall would be so proud.”
They both laughed. The Marshall's pride had always been a quite, gruff thing, but they'd loved him for it anyway.
“I still feel like sometimes he's going to walk through the door, ready to kick my ass, so I try to play it safe.”
She smiled. Life without him at her shoulder still stung, still ached, but it was good to talk about him. To remember him and laugh and smile.
“I'm sorry I couldn't take you out anywhere” he said, dolling rice out onto their plates, “but they wouldn't clear my request for leave on such short notice. Don't know why. It's not as if we're on watch anymore,” he snorted, a small note of bitterness in his voice. He'd lived this life so long, carried the fear for so long, he didn't really know how to let it go yet, but she knew he was trying.
“It's the thought that counts,” she grinned.
They ate in comfortable, companionable silence. The rickety table was small enough anyone else would have bumped knees, but their bodies seemed to instinctually find the perfect placement of limbs. It was strange to her how easy it was, to let the quite flow between them. Then again, she supposed that once you had been inside someone's head, there was nothing more that really needed saying.
“Raleigh,” she asked quietly, putting her fork down, “is this a date?”
His cheeks colored and he swallowed hard.
“Do you want it to be a date?” he asked, “because if you don't then it's dinner between friends. If you do, then I would love for it to be a date. Either way, it's up to you.”
Mako took another bite of her chicken, chewing thoughtfully. It was tough and a little bland, like most of the food they got here, but he'd done the best he could with some lemon and black pepper and made as fine a meal as she'd ever eaten in this old relic.
“I think it's a very thoughtful first date then,” she said pressing a palm against his knee under the table, “Next time, I’ll take you out.”
Living furnace Bucky Barnes means Sam has taken to sleeping with a single sheet over them both more as a need for something over him to be able to actually sleep rather than a need for warmth. So no one ever really notices when covers go missing.
Who sings terribly in the shower at the top of their lungs?
Bucky doesn’t sing. Ever. He’ll hum a few bars, but isn’t really the belt-it-out kind of guy. Sam on the other hand, will sing any time and any where, especially in the shower. And he’s good at it. Bucky loves it.
Who cries like a baby at happy endings in films?
These are two hardened, long time soldiers who have seen war, death, and worse up close and personal.
They both do.
Who is a morning person and who hates getting up?
Bucky is up before dawn every. fucking. day. Honestly Sam isn’t that far behind him but does the man really have to already be at 100% the second he rolls out of bed? It’s just not fair. Sam’s blaming it on the super-humanness.
Who initiated the relationship?
Surprisingly - to some - Bucky did. Sam’s great at helping others but blind as a bat when it comes to his own feelings some times. So when after months of some pretty serious flirting on both their parts (even though Sam would deny it if presented with the fact) Bucky casually leaned in and stole a lingering kiss Sam stood terrifying still, shocked, for about thirty seconds before realizing they should have done that WEEKS ago and tugging Bucky back in for more.
Who gets way too invested in reality tv?
Neither, but Sam does catch Bucky yelling at some ass hole on General Hospital one day. He gets half a word out to laugh about it but the glare he gets shuts him up and he never attempts to say anything ever again.
Do they want children?
Never even comes up. Wouldn’t really fit their lives.
Who wears terrible (amazing) Christmas jumpers?
Bucky discovers this horrible tradition and goes all out, buys EVERYONE shitty holiday jumpers saving the BEST (worst) for him and Sam. Despite making Sam ill to wear the ugly fucking thing, he does it with a smile because the laughter he gets from Bucky all night at the party is so worth it.
The next year’s are even worse.
Who puts their cold hands and feet on the other?
Bucky actually grabs Sam’s cold limbs and warms them up without being asked. He knows what it’s like to be cold and wants to keep Sam as warm as he possibly can, always.
How do they sleep?
They both like their personal space, but each one lays at a slight angle so their ankles are almost always tangled together.
Who proposed?
For weeks Bucky agonized over the right way to do it. Asked some of Sam’s friends, asked Steve. Asked Pepper.
In the end it didn’t matter what he had originally planned on.
Because in the hospital with Sam recovering from a very nasty crash landing he realized there really wasn’t any reason to keep putting it off for the perfect moment. There was likely never going to be a perfect moment.
Well, there probably wasn’t going to be a perfect moment to ask. But when questioned about what the perfect moment of Bucky’s life is he’ll likely answer the half a second it took Sam Wilson to say “yes.”
I'm Haitian and know a little (practitioner's knowledge) of voodoo. White top hat and suit don't actually have anything to do with voodoo. There are some depictions of Loa with it but the only significance is the actual color. White for good Loa and red can signify evil intentions
Oh hey cool! I didn’t actually read anything but little descriptions under photos I was digging up for edit thing.
Reading comics such as Hellblazer makes you think how much research the writers have actually done and what they have just pulled out of their asses or drawn/coloured just for pretty picture’s sake. Nice to run into thing that actually check out religion and myth-wise, comic writers actually put thought into it :D
if were talking currently im gonna say gone girl but if were talking all time overall movie i could watch over and over again im gonna say beetlejuice or the voyage home
2. tv show
in the more adult vein: hannibal. in the more kid/cartoon vein: gravity falls.
29. person from history
im not entirely sure why but i really like reading about abraham lincoln. it might be the south is still obsessed with the civil war and i got some of that but at least not the "the confederacy isnt dead" bullshit of it
6. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?
I answered this one a little bit here, but I thought of something else too!
I go into some fic hoping and expecting for it to be a funny, silly thing that people can giggle at and feel refreshed by, but then I always feel like I end up bogging it down with feelings and angst. So I'd like to be able to write an entirely silly fic one day, because that's an art in itself.
10. Do you ship any characters that have never met?
I honestly ship everyone with Sam Wilson, so yes. For example, in the MCU, I ship SamThor and SamClint and they've never met. I ship SamPeggy too.
20. Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping.
Oh wow, okay. In Marvel, I also ship and have written a few things for ThorSteve (Thundershield ftw!) which has almost no fics and no fans ( siriuslyscrewedup being the memorable exception because they are fab).
I had way more ships like this when I was still into Teen Wolf because I shipped like ScottBoyd or DerekJackson or DannyIsaac. And for what I write in Football RPF I pretty much always feel just a little bit lonely. But I guess I'm sorta always drawn into minor ships so I'm used to it.
And of course I'm fairly sure I'm still the only one who ships Me/Sam Wilson.
30.Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships
Ummmm. I don't know if I have any o.o or rather none I can think of right now.
40. If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be?
My OTP is SamSteveBucky and my biggest wish is for them to have more screentime together.
