Steve steps back into the car and closes the door, lips still tingling.
“You don’t like blondes,” Bucky says.
Sam chokes.
seen from United Kingdom
seen from France
seen from United States

seen from Libya

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Türkiye

seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Argentina
Steve steps back into the car and closes the door, lips still tingling.
“You don’t like blondes,” Bucky says.
Sam chokes.
Today, Peter was honest-to-god going to see Captain America himself up close, in person, and not from a rooftop or tiny crevice like a creepy stalker fanboy.
Even better, he was going to watch Steve Rogers make history by soldiering his beleaguered way through the most intensely awkward and honestly ridiculous press conference in the history of ever-- jaw thrust out and spine ramrod straight. Trying hard to be polite and respectful in the face of adversity.
While a bunch of assholes with cameras and microphones shouted at him about Iron Man’s adolescent dick.
Bucky finds out about the whole ‘language’ thing and after expressing his confusion to Steve, he goes about proving to himself that Steve’s use of bad language is just as awful as anyone else’s. If not worse.
Or “That time Bucky fucked Steve so hard, everyone’s perfect image of Captain America was crushed”.
“Well,” Tony says, standing and clapping his hands together, “for the sake of scientific validity, there’s only one way to test this.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “We need to hold the first annual Ass Championships.”
And that’s how it starts.
Historians.
“You remember that pub in London?” Steve went on, and Tony thought that someone should have made a note in the SSR records on Captain America. Something like, 'Subject is a brawler. Do not, under any circumstances, take him to a bar unless you're carrying brass knuckles and possibly an RPG.'
“I want you to hold me down and fuck me hard.” Bucky says one day, licking his lips. He’s got quite the imagination and the real thing will be even better. Steve, who is just in the process of putting on his PJs, blinks and frowns at him. “You want to have sex? Right now? I was just gonna go get a glass of milk and some cookies.” ----------------------------------------------------------------
Five kinks Bucky tried to get Steve interested in without any success. And... one time where he gave up but still got way more than he had bargained for.
a.k.a. the fic where I mix crack and kinky gay sex and also dress Steve up in a police uniform.
The team plays Cards Against Humanity. Some cards are more telling than others.