#lunarshores

[vergina-spva]

"The entrance to the tunnel was his only way out" and Marcoace please

It was one of the toughest battles he’d ever fought as a Whitebeard pirate. The second division had been sent out to deal with their enemies alone, because Ace had claimed they could easily handle them.

Now, he cursed his big mouth. He had been driven away from his crew and had been severely wounded. Somehow, the clothes of his enemies seemed fire-proof and their weapons could hurt him. As they came closer to him, Ace looked around for a way out. He was driven towards the edge of a forest they’d explored earlier. The forest wasn’t big, but Ace had seen a cave tunnel about a hundred yards in. They hadn’t ventured into the tunnel, so he had no way of knowing where it led, but he had only a few seconds to decide that that was his only option for now.

He dashed into the forest, suppressing the urge to burn the trees behind him. I would barely slow his pursuers down, and besides letting them know exactly where he was going, it wasn’t worth killing all wildlife on this island either. Surprising himself, Ace found the cave entrance within a few minutes. If he hadn’t known what he’d been looking for, he would probably have run right past it, as the entrance was hidden by plants.

He heard his enemies not too far behind him and quickly pushed himself through the leaves and branches into the tunnel. Not waiting to be discovered, he walked as far as the little light from the entrance could still reach, and then followed the tunnel around the corner, where he was covered in complete darkness. He still heard the muffled sounds of his enemies searching for him, but they seemed to go right past the cave.

It was only then when the pain really set in. Ace brought his hand up to his side and felt how it got soaked by a warm liquid in a matter of seconds. Well, that wasn’t great…

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He had no idea how much time had past when he woke up again. When he opened his eyes, it took a moment to realize that he hadn’t gone blind, but that he was still inside the pinch black darkness of the cave where he had collapsed. Through the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, he could hear some noises from outside the cave. He just couldn’t make out what it was. Where his enemies still looking for him?

Then the noises came closer. Yes, they were definitely coming closer. It sounded like someone moved the plants at the entrance and stepped into the tunnel.

Shit, Ace thought, and tried to get up from the ground. His body protested, but when he saw a blueish light coming towards him, he knew it wasn’t an option to stay there, if he didn’t want to be found.

However, as he struggled to get up, the footsteps stopped. “Ace?” A voice echoed through the tunnel.

Ace let out a relieved sigh and let his body sink down to the ground again. “Ma–,“ he managed to bring out.

Footsteps hurried towards him, and after a few seconds, Marco appeared around the corner, blue flames in his hand. “Ace!”

He quickly sat down next to Ace, and after a quick assessment of his injuries, he let the blue flames lick Ace’s wounded side. “Shit, Ace, don’t scare us like that,” he said, as he lifted Ace’s head to lay it on his lap. His hand touched Ace’s abs near his wound, as he kept healing him.

Ace smiled, already feeling slightly better. “You were worried?”

Marco frowned. “Of course! We quite quickly noticed that your division couldn’t handle this by themselves, so we helped to drive those bastards off the island. But we couldn’t find you anywhere. For all we knew, they had kidnapped or killed you.”

Ace chuckled, but it sent a bolt of pain through his body. “I won’t let myself get killed that easily.”

Marco looked Ace straight in the eyes from above him. “Really now? Shall I stop healing you then?” He slowly pulled his hand back.

“No!” Ace said, as he put his hand on Marco’s to keep it in place. He quite liked the touch of Marco’s hand on his body, and he wasn’t sure that was a side effect of the healing process. He had seen Marco heal people often, but he had never needed it himself, until now. He couldn’t say it was a bad experience. He smiled up at Marco. “I’m glad you found me.”

Marco smiled back at him. “You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help, you know. It’s not a shame.”

Ace didn’t answer, and they kept sitting there in silence for a while. Even though Ace still felt like shit, he enjoyed lying on Marco’s lap, and although he would never admit it to anyone, he enjoyed being cared for by Marco.

After what felt like no time, Marco’s flames on his wound died out, leaving just enough flames on his hand to light the area. Marco looked into Ace’s eyes again, his hand still resting on the place he’d just treated. “We should head back,” he said, his voice slightly husky.

“Do we have to?” Ace replied, not breaking eye contact. I’d much rather stay alone with you a little longer, he thought, but he didn’t dare saying it.

Marco swallowed. “The others are still looking for you. We should let them know you’re okay.”

He lifted Ace from his lap, forcing the latter to sit up. Marco himself sat down in crouched position. “You should be careful with that, though.” He nodded to his almost healed side. “Better not exert yourself,” he said, as he put one arm behind Ace’s back, and one underneath his knees. With one swift movement, Marco stood up, lifting Ace from the ground in the process.

“What are you doing?!” Ace exclaimed. “I can walk!” Though he protested, he didn’t actually make an effort to get out of Marco’s arms.

“Shh,” Marco said. “I know you can, but you shouldn’t. You should be resting.” A cheeky smile formed on his lips as he walked towards the exit of the cave. “Doctor’s orders.”

Ace looked at his face but couldn’t determine how serious Marco was. However, Ace decided to take the doctor’s advice very seriously, and draped his arm around Marco’s neck for more stability. As they walked towards the light, he could see a slight blush on Marco’s face, and Ace felt encouraged to place his head in the crook of Marco’s neck.

He could definitely get used to this treatment from Marco. Ace smiled, and promised himself that he would have to get injured more often.

[imaginemarcothephoenix]

Imagine Marco got sick

Ask box is open!

“You look terrible,” Thatch states, pressing the back of his hand to Marco’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright? I thought that you weren’t able to get sick?”

Marco blinks blearily at him, his body aching and his throat itching, “It’s not common, but if there’s something new that crops up, it can slip past the healing factor. It only heals what it’s experienced.”

“Like anti-bodies,” Ace nods, sitting down beside him.

“Just like,” Marco mutters, leaning into his side, knowing Ace wouldn’t mind. Ace radiates heat like an inferno and Marco’s been cold since he woke up and forced himself up out of bed. “Won’t kill me, but have to let it run it’s course.”

Thatch frowns, even if he doesn’t argue, “I’ll make soup. Maybe tea?”

“Something for my throat?”

“I’ll put honey in it. You’re going to eat and then head to the medical bay for a check up, you might think you’re fine, but you aren’t a professional,” Thatch shouts over his shoulder as he vanishes back into the kitchen.

“I am a professional,” Marco mutters, yawning as Ace seems to increase his body temperature. “Thanks.”

Ace grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “You’re welcome. Deuce used to have me do this when we passed winter islands. I figure it’s pretty similar but less wide spread. Do you need any help?”

“Help?” Marco mutters, closing his eyes as he pressing his forehead against the table top.

Jozu snorts and Marco doesn’t know when he arrived, “I’ll take care of Marco’s work for the day, Ace. You’re supposed to head out on patrol later in the afternoon.”

Marco grumbles, even when someone pushes his hair back from his face and mutters something too soft for him to focus on. Even with the uncomfortable position and the way his back is aching, it’s warmer than he was before.

“No sleeping in the mess,” Thatch says softly, hand on Marco’s shoulder as he urges him to sit up. “Come on, eat this and we’ll go get the nurses to have a look at you.”

“Want to sleep,” Marco grumbles, sitting up and staring at the cup that Thatch had left in front of him. “Drink?”

“Soup,” Thatch corrects. “Easier than a spoon. When you’re done, maybe we’ll ask Ace to help me take you to get looked at. You look like you’re about to force him to stay beside you until you’re feeling better.”

“Warm,” Marco mutters, frowning when he hears someone laugh. “Like you guys haven’t used him for heat either.”

“I don’t mind,” Ace promises. “Eat your soup before Thatch makes that face and we’ll go see the nurses.”

Marco sighs tiredly, wishing he had just stayed in his bed cocooned and warm instead of getting up. Hopefully, the nurses would let him go back to sleep until everything stopped aching.

[scarlct-vvitch]

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.” and spideypool

slushies are for EVERYONE! 

“Spidey!”

Peter groaned. He knew that voice. More importantly, he didn’t like that voice. He turned around and saw Deadpool running towards him at full speed. 

“Spidey! It’s me! Deadpool!” he shouted, then spread his arms, looking suspiciously like he was intending to hug Peter.

Peter held up a hand and shoved it into the center of Deadpool’s chest, effectively stopping him before he could succeed with his hug. “Not a chance.”

“Aw, but why not?” Deadpool whined.

“What do you want, Deadpool?” Peter asked, crossing his arms and ignoring his question.

“To hang out, duh!”

Peter rolled his eyes. This happened about once a month. Deadpool just showed up, usually at a very inconvenient time, and refused to go away. He was like the world’s biggest tick. “We aren’t friends.”

“But we could be.”

“But we’re not.”

Deadpool pouted and slumped over. “You’re not fun.”

Peter felt the urge to roll his eyes again. Deadpool really wasn’t capable of not being annoying, was he? “Yeah, I know. Now go away.”

“But I wanna fight crime! Kick some ass!”

“Then do it on your own time.” Peter replied, preparing to swing far away from him. It was around the end of the night anyway; he was planning on just going home.

“That’s boring, spidey! I need some action.”

Peter frowned. “I’m sure you’re more than capable of finding some on your own.”

“Well yeah.” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “but that’s no fun. I wanna fight with you! Alongside the best of the best!”

Peter sighed. He could be here all night telling him why that statement was wrong. “I’m done with my patrol for the night, Deadpool. Go home.”

“It’s not even that late!”

“It’s almost three in the morning. I’m going home, and you should do the same.”

“Go home with you? Hell yes!” he shouted, trying to walk up and hug Peter again.

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved him off. Once again, Deadpool was proving hard to get rid of. Peter still wasn’t entirely sure why he had gotten stuck with him in the first place. “Go home to your own place, Deadpool.”

“You can call me Wade, y’know.”

Peter paused. He’d forgotten that he actually knew Deadpool’s name. “Wade, go home. Please.”

Deadpool–Wade–grinned at him, then said, “No.”

Peter briefly wondered how far he could throw Wade away from him. “I’m going to leave now, and you’re not going to follow.” he said, starting to truly prepare to web away.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Wade shouted, jumping in Peter’s way.

“Wade, move.”

“Can’t we just hang out for a little bit? Pretty pretty please?”

“No.”

Wade groaned. “I’ll buy you food.”

Peter paused. Food did sound really good. “Really?”

Wade nodded. “Anything from…there!” he announced, looking around before pointing at something over Peter’s shoulder.

Peter turned and saw a slightly-shabby convenience store. He snorted. This was unbelievably Deadpool. “Wow, going all out, are you?”

“Yep.” Wade said, then marched off towards the store. After a second of deliberation, Peter sighed and followed. He was slightly worried that Wade would just steal whatever it was he wanted.

The bell above the door dinged when he walked in, and it looked pretty much exactly as he expected. Bad lighting, lots of artery-clogging snacks, and Wade filling up a cup with every flavor of slushy possible.

Peter watched him for a minute, snorting when Wade started to grab a second cup and do the same thing, but this time in rainbow order. Wade caught his eye on the color green and waved him over.

“Spidey! Want a slushy? I’m buying!”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Pass.”

“What? Think slushies are just for kids? Don’t tell me you conform to society!” Wade teased, waving his cups at him.

Peter laughed, then gave in. “Slushies aren’t just for kids. Fuck society.” he announced, then grabbed his own cup, filling it with cherry.

Wade cheered. “Hell yeah!”

Peter rolled his eyes again and finished filling his cup, topping it with a domed lid and sticking in a neon pink straw. Wade joined him soon after with four cups, then went up and paid for all of them. After, they headed out and started walking down the street.

“Dude, why do you need four? Are you trying to freeze your intestines?” Peter asked, laughing as Wade put two straws in his mouth at once. He had his mask pushed up only enough to get them in.

“Nah, I just like slushies. Who doesn’t?”

Peter shrugged and sipped his own. He had to admit, it’d been a while since he’d had a slushy, and it was good. “Stupid people.”

“Exactly.” Wade agreed.

They walked in silence for a while, until Peter was almost done with his and Wade had moved on to his third.

“So, how much time did this buy me with you?” Wade asked, seeming genuinely curious.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “I’m not a prostitute.”

Wade whistled. “Shame. You would make a killing off that ass.”

Peter smacked him. “Too bad. Time’s up.”

“Aw, what? I bought you a slushy!”

“And it’s empty.” Peter said, showing him the empty cup. “But if you ever wanna buy me another one, let me know.” 

“Aw, Spidey!” Wade whined as Peter turned to leave. “It took so long to find you!”

“Not my problem. See you around, Wade!” Peter called, webbing away.

“Spidey! Spidey!” Wade whined behind him, but Peter ignored him and landed on a rooftop across the street. He prepared to jump off and start heading home, but Wade sounded so pitiful behind him.

He sighed and turned back, where Wade was standing and waving his arms like a lunatic at him. When he saw Peter turn around, he ran over to the bottom of the building.

Despite the fact that it was a bad idea, Peter crawled down the side of the building, stopping about five feet from Wade. “You’re very needy.”

“I get that a lot. Come back down!”

“Nope. Got work tomorrow. But we should do this again.” Peter said, half-meaning it.

Wade grinned at him. “Really?”

Peter shrugged. “Sure. I’m gonna leave now. Don’t follow me.”

Wade seemed to struggle with that idea, but stepped back. “Aye-aye.”

Peter smiled back and went back up, then headed off into the night. 

And maybe he noticed Wade following him for nearly ten blocks, but the guy bought him a slushy, so who was he to say anything?

[camsthisky]

once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. then, you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers ❤❤

Okayyy, here goes.

1. I was named after my dad’s old band members’ last names (and it took three days to come up with that, come on dad), so I actually like my name and would never change it? I mean, I go by Cam, but that’s just a shortened version? I like my full name.

2. I like that I’m dating someone and that we’re happy despite him being a marine and halfway across the country?

3. I have 3 cats: Fish, Piper, and Sox (We like to say, “this is out cat, fish” and people freak out. It’s actually really funny). I like that I got cats? Does that count? I’m going to count it.

4. I like my hair, for the most part. People complain about theirs, and I honestly can’t relate? Mine’s long and when it’s straight, it’s super easy to style.

5. I like that I’m nice? I mean, I really try, and I think it just might be because of social anxiety or whatever, but it’s really hard for me to be anything but super polite to people I don’t know. And I think I’m pretty nice to people I know, too. Or at least, I hope I am.

And that’s five. I don’t think some of this really counts, and most of them were questioning myself, but I’m going to go with it.

[scarlct-vvitch]

spideypool and 21 if you'd like!

once again, hoping I used the right list. 21: “He’s a bad kisser.”

Peter was mortified. He felt awful. He’d spent months waiting for this night to finally come, for that final, beautiful moment to arrive. And what had he done when it was finally his?

He had fucking missed Wade’s mouth when he tried to kiss him. 

“Wait, you actually just…missed? I thought that only happened in bad sitcoms and fanfictions.” Gwen’s voice chirped through the phone.

Peter groaned into the couch pillow he was holding. “I honest-to-god missed. And then, as if I needed to make things worse, I totally panicked and ran.”

Gwen gave him a pitiful sigh. “I’m sorry, Peter. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“It totally was. He’s never gonna call me again.”

“Okay, that’s some bullshit and you know it.” Gwen snapped. Peter had a feeling that if she had been there in person, she’d have hit him. “He was so goddamn excited when you agreed to go out with him. He’s not gonna break things off over one fuck-up. I mean, imagine what’s going through his head right now.”

“Probably something along the lines of ‘wow, he’s a really bad kisser’.” Peter deadpanned.

“Peter, be serious! He probably feels like shit. You ran away from him!”

Peter sighed. She had a point. He had literally run away from Wade after a horrible attempt to kiss him. From Wade’s view, it probably seemed like Peter didn’t like him very much. 

Good god, Peter felt like an asshole. He groaned again. “I have to call him, don’t I?”

“If you want a relationship that goes past a first and shitty date, then yes, you do.”

Peter scrunched his nose. “He’s gonna hate me.”

“No, he won’t. From what you’ve told me about him, chances are right now he hates himself. Call him and make it right. I’m hanging up on you.”

Peter suddenly went wide-eyed and shook his head. “But how–”

Gwen hung up on him. Peter swore and smacked himself in the forehead with his phone. He felt like a jackass and an idiot. If Wade took him back, it would be a miracle from someone even above Thor. 

Peter sighed and looked at his phone. After a moment, he found Wade’s number and hit call. Might as well rip off the band-aid.

Two rings later, Wade picked up. “Hey, Spidey.” he greeted, his voice unusually soft.

“Hey, Wade.” Peter said back. 

The line went silent for a beat, then Peter semi-panicked at the fact that Wade Wilson wasn’t speaking to him. “I’m sorry I’m a bad kisser.” he blurted, then immediately wanted to smack himself.

Wade paused. “What?”

Peter took a breath. Can’t fuck it up any worse now. “I tried to kiss you and I fucking missed and I’m sorry that I panicked and ran instead of just kissing you again and I just–I’m sorry that I fucked up the end of a really nice date.”

There was a painfully long, awkward silence before either of them said anything. Peter swore he could actually feel himself going insane. “Oh my god please say something.”

“You–you didn’t–I thought I was the one who fucked it up.”

Peter paused. “How did you fuck up?”

“When you tried to kiss me–” Peter lightly groaned at the word ‘tried’ “–I kinda panicked and…dodged it.”

Peter frowned and thought back to it. Suddenly, the whole thing made a lot more sense. “Oh my god, I knew you weren’t that tall!” Peter accused, laughing. “No wonder I practically headbutted your chin!”

Wade chuckled with him. “You kinda did, didn’t you?”

Peter groaned. “God, don’t remind me. That was mortifying. For both parties, apparently.”

After a minute, both of their laughter stopped, and they were left with radio silence. Somehow, it didn’t feel awkward. It just felt…quiet. 

Peter was the one who finally broke the silence. “So…when can I see you again?”

Wade seemed surprised. “You want to go on another date?”

“Well, yeah. I had fun.” Peter replied, and it was true. It was by far the best first date he’d ever had. “I wanna see you again. And maybe actually have a successful kiss at the end.”

Wade chuckled. “I’ll try not to move the target too much.”

Peter grinned. “Sounds like a plan. How about Friday?”

“Perfect. See you then, Petey.”

“See you then.” Peter agreed, then hung up. He sighed and relaxed more fully on his crappy little couch, smiling like an idiot.

Yeah, he had a good feeling about this one.

[scarlct-vvitch]

"zero fucks given. next please.” pairing of your choice <3

(aw thank you! imma do spideypool because that’s easiest lol. I also edited it a lil bit and took out the word “please” so I hope you don’t mind. ily <3)

Tony was in a mood today, from what Peter could tell. Well, he had a lot of moods, actually. Most of them were good, like when he gets in a building mood or an all-of-my-enemies-are-going-to-regret-being-born mood. 

This one, however, was not a good mood. This was his I-disapprove-of-your-relationship mood, and Peter was just waiting for him to snap and start complaining about Wade again. He’d already done it seven times since they’d started dating two weeks ago. 

As if on cue, Tony suddenly dropped what he was working on and swiveled to face Peter. “Why Wilson?”

Peter groaned, but didn’t look up. “Can we not do this again? I was enjoying not talking about it.”

“No, because I still don’t like him.”

“That’s because you’re a child and you refuse to see my point of view.” Peter pointed out, crossing his arms.

Tony glared at him, and it felt like being glared at by a five-year-old. “I don’t like him. He’s not good for you.”

“How would you know? You’re not dating him.”

“I’ve worked with him before. On multiple occasions. It’s not hard to learn how his weird mind works.”

“It is, actually, you’ve just never tried.”

Tony rolled his eyes at him, which was stupid. If anyone was going to do some eye-rolling, it was going to be Peter. “There’s still so many reasons to not date him.”

“Like what?” Peter asked, officially abandoning the web-shooter he was trying to fix. “Please, give me a list of reasons to not date my boyfriend.”

“One,” Tony started, and Peter rolled his eyes because of course Tony had a real list, “he murders people for a living. For money.”

“First off, that’s super hypocritical. Second, we have an arrangement for that.”

“I know your morals, kid. It won’t work forever.”

Peter resisted explaining that Wade only did jobs related to protection or stealing-without-killing anymore, deciding it could be used to crush his argument later. “Right. Sure.”

“Two,” Tony continued, “the guy gives zero fucks about killing people, which is not hypocritical for me to say because I actually care.”

Peter wondered how obvious it was that he didn’t care about this entire conversation. Apparently, not obvious enough. “Yep. Zero fucks given. Next?”

Tony glared at him. “Are you even listening?”

“God, no. It’s been the same argument for the last four arguments.”

“Well until you listen, you’re gonna keep getting them.”

Peter looked up to the ceiling–or JARVIS, whichever could provide more guidance–and sighed. “Look, Tony, I get that you care. And I get that you think this is a bad idea,” he added quickly when Tony opened his stupid mouth, “but really, he makes me happy, and he’s not going to hurt me. So please, for the love of god, shut up and let’s have a pleasant afternoon of fixing shit like we normally do. Because Wade’s not going anywhere, and I’m assuming you aren’t either. So get over it.”

Tony just stared at him. After making Peter wait a stupidly long time for a response, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate him.”

“I know. But I don’t.”

“You should.”

“But I don’t.”

“If he hurts you, I’m gonna kill him.” Tony said, looking Peter in the eye.

“I know. But I doubt he will.”

Tony sighed again. “Just so you know, I’m never gonna approve of this. I’ll just quietly disapprove.”

Peter smiled. “That works. Oh, and stop sending him vague death threats.”

Tony mocked surprise. “You’ve been getting death threats?”

Peter raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Stop it.”

“Fine. But some of those were funny.”

Peter shoved him. “You half-convinced Wade someone was trying to kill me, you ass. He wouldn’t let me do anything alone for like three days.”

Tony frowned. “Well that was the complete opposite of the desired effect.”

“Yeah, yeah. Will you stop meddling now?”

“No.” Tony instantly replied, earning a punch to the arm. “But I will slightly lessen my efforts.”

Peter knew that was as good as it was going to get. “Fine. Now hand me that screwdriver and play some bad old people music.”

Tony grinned at him, and things felt slightly more okay. “JARVIS, play my anti-Peter playlist.”

[scarlct-vvitch]

9. in our next lifetime and stucky please?

oh dang it’s not spideypool this is a first

(this takes place post-serum and ignores the fact that bucky technically is missing an arm in the mcu rn)

In hindsight, this was a terrible idea. Honestly, what was Steve thinking? Even if it was hot as hell outside, it still wasn’t an excuse for his brain to come up with an idea this bad.

Seriously, how did he ever think getting into a water balloon fight with a guy with a bionic arm was a good idea?

“Steve,” Bucky sang from his position slightly north of Steve, “I know you’re back there!”

Steve, who was crouching behind a tree, slightly tightened his grip on his water balloon. He was aware that Bucky knew where he was, but they both knew that he didn’t know when Steve was going to try and strike.

Steve froze and listened to the world around him. He couldn’t hear anything (not that he expected to. He really oughta make Bucky wear a bell.) and being stuck behind a tree wasn’t doing him any visual favors.

Then, somehow, a water balloon crashed into the top of his head and soaked him. He groaned and looked up, finding Bucky perched above him with the worst shit-eating grin on his stupid face.

“Knew you were back here.” Bucky quipped, then jumped down and landed next to Steve, who shook his now-wet hair into Bucky’s face. Bucky just laughed and batted him away. Both of them eventually just settled into the grass and watched Central Park bustle with life around them. 

“One of these days, I’m gonna sneak up on you.” Steve said, breaking the silence.

“Mhmm. Sure.” Bucky mused, tying knots with blades of grass.

“I’m serious, Buck!” Steve insisted, but they were both smiling.

“Sure, pal. In our next lifetime, maybe.”

Steve punched him in the arm, then frowned when his knuckles hit metal. Then he frowned harder when he realized that he’d managed to forget about it, again. 

“Stop thinking so hard.” Bucky interrupted his thoughts.

“Sorry.”

Bucky sighed. “Stop apologizing, while you’re at it.”

“…Sorry?” Steve said, mainly to enjoy Bucky’s eyes rolling.

Bucky chuckled and finished his knot, which looked surprisingly complicated for being crafted with a metal hand out of grass. “I want ice cream.” he suddenly said, pointing at the food truck slightly to the west of them.

Steve laughed and shifted to pull out his wallet. He grabbed a twenty (he was still bad at pricing things…so hopefully twenty was enough) and slapped it into Bucky’s hand. “Then go get yourself some ice cream.”

Bucky grinned and stood. He dusted himself off, then walked away about ten steps before he turned back to Steve. “Want anything?”

Steve grinned, knowing that it probably took some effort for him to not just run and get as much ice cream as he could but for himself. For someone who spent a lot of time in cryo, he had a strange taste for cold things. “Sure. Surprise me.”

Bucky grinned and jogged the rest of the way to the truck, getting in the line that was surprisingly long. Steve grinned and watched him, at the same time mindlessly passing his still un-popped balloon from hand to hand.

Then, he got a very, very bad idea. 

Carefully watching Bucky, who was preoccupied with the menu, Steve stood and used his surroundings to his advantage to get somewhere behind Bucky, which ended up being sort of ducked behind a park bench.

Not his best spot. But it would have to do.

He cradled his balloon in his hand and waited. Luckily, Bucky still hadn’t quite mastered the art of not looking scary around strangers, so the people around him weren’t all that close. After a moment, Bucky looked back to where Steve should have been.

And Steve sprung up and launched the balloon with all the super-serum strength he had, and honestly, the next moment was so beautiful he could have cried. 

The balloon struck at the exact instant Bucky turned to look in Steve’s direction, smacking him dead in the chest and completely soaking his shirt, with water flying everywhere. After about two seconds of looking like he was going to murder everyone around him, Bucky registered what had happened. 

His eyes found Steve and glared at him with so much adorable fury that Steve really wished he had decided to record it. Steve burst out laughing, so hard he had to grab on to the bench for support. He didn’t stop laughing until Bucky walked over, still damp and holding two ice cream cones, neither of which were flavors Steve liked.

“You’re a dick.” Bucky started, glaring at him. “I was half-ready to start running for my life–stop laughing at me!”

“I’m sorry!” Steve tried to get out between laughs. “But you should have seen your face!”

Bucky put on his murder-glare. “You lost your ice cream privileges.” he announced, taking a large bite of one of the cones.

“I figured. Worth it.”

“Not worth it.”

“Agree to disagree?”

“NO.”

Steve just laughed again, then they both spent a minute waiting for him to get a hold of himself. “So, does this mean I win?”

“Fuck no. You cheated.”

“You dropped out of a tree!” Steve pointed out, because honestly, if anything was cheating, it was being able to silently climb a tree around Captain-goddamn-America. 

“I was buying ice cream!”

“I didn’t hit your ice cream, though.”

Bucky sighed and shook his head. “Tie.”

“I win.”

“Tie.”

“I win.”

“Tie or I shove this ice cream down your pants.” Bucky warned, pointing the bottom of the cone at his crotch.

Steve considered. On one hand, he knew Bucky would carry through with it, but on the other hand, pride. 

Pride took about ten seconds to win. 

“I win.” Steve muttered, and Bucky’s face turned into one of pure Bucky fury. Steve turned and ran, Bucky immediately chasing him.

“I’m faster than you!” Bucky shouted at him.

“Maybe in our next lifetime, Buck!”

[scarlct-vvitch]

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