#heckyeahwinterpanther

[foreverwakanda]

hey guys sooooo what should i do with this blog??? like obviously I'm still a huge winterpanther fan but i feel like the ship is dead and i don't have enough time to fully carry the weight. i am in no way done shipping or writing for the sip but like would it be chill for me to make this a multiship marvel blog??? thoughts pls??

[thekrazykeke]

I-I mentioned you to heckyeahwinterpanther/Zoe. Umm, are you a Bucky/T'Challa fan? Did you see Captain America: Civil War?

YOU KNOW ZOE, TOO? AHH!

Well, I don’t know her, of course, but yes. I’m a Bucky/T’Challa fan. In fact, once the movie was over, I shipped them together pretty much immediately. But I’m a ship whore, so it’s not like that’s a surprise. 

[narcrogers]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@heckyeahwinterpanther I finally finished this here you go just go to chapter two since you already read chapter one 😭

[taintedkibou]

T'Challa idly wondered if this is what Storm and the other X-men experienced on a daily basis, only with wayward mutants. W'Kabi had informed him of a message that Captain America sent in earnest. The Falcon had been shot out of the sky, courtesy of General Ross, and needed medical attention. Taking him to a hospital was out of the question, and Tony Stark "had his own problems to deal with". It sounded like Tony Stark still hadn't accepted Captain America's olive branch.

 T'Challa didn't mind offering assistance, he just didn't want to be the recovery center for Captain America's nearest and dearest. Bucky Barnes was still in cryo and now it seems Sam Wilson would be joining him.

 T'Challa told the Captain to wait at the Wakandan embassy and a flight would be there shortly.

 -x-x-

 Clint was forced to leave Laura and the kids once again. Tony knew about the farm and he didn’t trust his old friend not to blow the whistle. With Wanda at his side, he disappeared off the face of the planet—unless he was called upon again. Scott hightailed it back to Pym after being broken out of the Raft—“Old man’s a force to be reckoned with.”—but returned upon hearing the news about Falcon through his extensive grapevine.

 "Something to keep him stable," Scott murmured, placing the small case he carried onto the dining room table. A gift from his so-called mentor. “Is what Pym said. I can barely keep up with the man. It’s probably just a shot of adrenaline.” His shoulders rose then fell in a shrug.

 Steve tossed a quick glance at the metallic object before lifting his tired gaze to the man shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

 Scott rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess… I’ll go back home now?” Forcing a grin onto his face, he extended his hand to the blond. Steve stood, swaying slightly, and accepted the offered hand. “It was a pleasure destroying that airport with you.”

 Steve huffed out a laugh. The handshake didn't last as obscenely this time, and Scott made no grab for his pecs. "Thank you, for all that you've done, Scott. Go home to Cassie. Take care."

 Scott tossed a sidelong glance at the almost motionless man lying in the nearby bed. His voice was soft as he wished the fallen superhero well. "Take care, Falcon.” He nodded at Steve. "Captain."

 Steve returned Scott's nod. He waited until it was just him and his unconscious companion before opening the small case. Inside was a syringe filled with an amber colored liquid. Pym wouldn't have any reason to poison anyone, and he had no other options. With Sam’s right arm covered in lacerations from his fall, Steve walked around the bed to his left side. He tapped out a vein on Sam's arm and cleaned the area before inserting the needle. Steve eased down the plunger, watching the contents disappear from the vial.

 It took a few minutes, but Sam's chest rose sharply, a ragged gasp escaping him. "S-Steve..." he croaked out. "Take care... of Redwing."

 "Idiot." Steve sank to his knees and took Sam's left hand into his, trying not to squeeze too tightly. "You're not going anywhere. And I'm sure Redwing can take of himself."

 "Nat was so... mean... to him." Sam's breathing grew labored and Steve had to force back his tears.

 "Please don't leave me, Sam. I lost Bucky once. He's back, but... but that doesn't mean you get to leave!"

 "...loud. I already told you... I'm not going any...where. Somebody's gotta keep Barnes from turning you into a blushing teen. ‘m ...going to sleep. Tired… Everything hu..."

 When the Wakandan medical team arrived, Steve was still kneeling at Sam's bedside. His right hand still loosely held Falcon’s, but his left arm was folded beneath his head as a makeshift pillow. He resisted the first time they asked him to move, but quickly realized Sam wouldn't get better if he was in the way. Steve backed away from the bustling doctors, but tried to keep Sam within his line of sight at all times.

 At their first attempt to move Sam, the unconscious man cried out in pain and Steve almost punched someone out of the way.

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[savetheplanetboi]

Just an idea of what I think about on 24/7 7 days a week, 365 days a year. 

[foreverwakanda]

real talk tho... t'challa getting mad because he's the only one who's allowed to fight bucky. new law; when bucky says fight me only the king gets to take him up on it.

Hope its cool that I combined these and I hope y'all enjoy :)

“Get off of him,” T’Challa nearly growled, ripping a SHIELD agent off of Bucky’s form.

They were in New York for a couple of weeks on official Avengers business. Unsurprisingly, things were still tense within the group, between Bucky and Tony especially. Bucky elected to stay in the SHIELD facility(though that didn’t really make him anymore comfortable). T’Challa tagged along as well.

While under Wakandan care, Bucky and T’Challa had grown close. It didn’t happen overnight, per se. But a simple familiarity had developed between them, a whispered joke here and there to a shoulder to cry on, someone to confide in.

After the mess with Zemo Bucky had been a bit hesitant in talking with a psychiatrist. But he needed to talk to someone. Someone he could trust.

He’d chosen T’Challa.

Bucky talked and talked, and T’Challa listened. It hadn’t been easy to get the words to come out at first, but once T’Challa managed, the words didn’t want to stop.

But it hadn’t been until Bucky came to T’Challa’s aid did they truly become close.

It was his fathers birthday. But he hadn’t remembered until the day was nearly half over, like his brain was trying to keep him from the pain. He wanted to get up, to go find Shuri. To hold her, to remember their father together. But he couldn’t move.

T’Challa couldn’t move, and he was making a sound. Almost a sob but drier, pure pain. He’d never gotten a chance to mourn him, not really. T’Challa had gone after revenge first and foremost before thinking about anything else. Moving fast fast faster until he was burnt out.

He missed him.

His staff had the sense to leave T’Challa alone for the day. So when Bucky came bursting into his chambers, he’d been shocked and angry. He loved Bucky but -

What?

Before he could yell at Bucky or at himself or do anything else Bucky had pulled him into a tight embrace. Bucky wrapped his arms around T’Challa’s body. Bucky gripped him hard enough that T’Challa could feel the tremors racing through his body, heartbeat elevated.

“You’re alright,” Bucky had soothed, running his cool metal fingertips across his spine. “I’ve got you, ‘Challa.”

T’Challa isn’t sure how long the stood there together. But as soon as he pulled away, T’Challa went back in for another hug, breathing a thank you into Bucky’s skin.

After, they were as close as ever. Sparring in the morning, laughing over a nightcap in the evening.

And T’Challa loved him the whole time. But he hadn’t planned on telling him. Ever, probably. And definitely not today.

But T’Challa had never seen Bucky spar with anyone else. With their hands on him, he felt jealous, territorial. When three agents started fighting him, T’Challa felt angry. When the agents started fighting dirty, sending Bucky reeling with a punch to the face, kicking his legs out from under him. T’Challa felt down right possessive.

Before he could think twice, T’Challa was stalking toward the fight, yanking one of the agents off of Bucky. “Get off of him.”

The agent that he grabbed by the shirt looked affronted, but changed his expression when he realized who T’Challa was. They slunk off, leaving Bucky and T’Challa alone in the training room.

“What the fuck, T’Challa?” Bucky exclaims, shoving T’Challa’s offered hand away. “What was that for?”

T’Challa pauses. “I - they were hurting you,” he said.

Bucky snorts, touching the now tender area around his eye. “Some have called me the greatest assassin of the 21st century. And the 20th.”

He laughs. “I’m sorry, I just…I care about you.” The words fall from T’Challa’s lips before he can stop them.

Bucky freezes. “What?”

Realizing what he said, T’Challa backs away from Bucky slowly, utterly embarrassed. “Nothing, nothing. I’m sorry Buck.”

Bucky strides forward, grabbing his hand in his. “No,” he says, voice steady and eyes wide with something. “Tell me. Please.”

‘“I love you.”

T’Challa shuts his eyes, fearful of the expression he would find on Bucky’s face. He blinks them open when he feels a pair of lips on his own; soft, slightly damp. T’Challa’s kissing Bucky, no he’s being kissed.

Bucky’s smiling into, grinning almost as T’Challa chases his taste. They’re still holding hands, and T’Challa feels like he’s flying.

They don’t pull away until they must, being careful of Bucky’s bruised face.

“I love you, too,” Bucky says simply, eyes sparkling with joy.

T’Challa pulls Bucky closer. “You should smile like that more often.”

“As long as your around?” Bucky says. “You got it.”

[foreverwakanda]

A playlist featuring Banks, Angel Haze, The Weeknd, and others

Yay I finally put it up! My unofficial title of it is Make Love Not War, haha. I’m still adding songs as y’all recommend them! Thanks for all the recs so far, give the playlist a listen or follow!

[foreverwakanda]

do you track heckyeahwinterpanther ?

Yes! Maybe not as much as I should, but y’all should totally use it and I’ll reblog your stuff! :)