Public Announcements | 40s!Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Adelaide Stone/Steve Rogers
Warnings: technically not canon to the 40s au, historical use of the word colored as a self-descriptor, allusions to 1940s racism and homophobia, teasing, Bucky (because, again, he is his own warning), polycule silliness, Marmalaide (bc they're also a warning ok? Ok.)
Word count: 689
A/N: Look... Bucky just makes me write more, ok? I do not control it. My hand slipped. Remember when I started that tally for days I actually meet the word limit? It's still at three. Blame him.
For the January Jumble Scribbles challenge hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | Jan. 12: Let them say we're crazy, what do they know?
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"So, we're really doing this?" Adelaide asked, heart fluttering. It was nerve-wracking, certainly, but they were all tired of hiding. Love wasn't something that should have had to be hidden away, and yet, they'd been hiding for months. Steve and Bucky shared a look, then nodded.
"Yeah. Just say the word," Bucky shrugged, like it was that simple, turning to Steve to confirm they were all on the same page.
"Easy for you to say," Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "I think you're the only one who's never had to care about what other people think."
"Who gives a fuck what they think?" Bucky asked, grabbing one of each of their hands. "Only thing that matters here is us. I love you guys, and I'm tired of pretending to only say that platonically."
"As much as I hate to gang up on you, Buck, Steve's got a point. You remember the headlines when it came out that Captain America was dating a colored girl," she scoffed, rolling her eyes at the memory. The things people had said about her… "Not exactly thrilled to see what they say when they find out their beloved hero is bisexual and sharing a boyfriend with his wife."
She was backtracking. Again. This was the fourth or fifth time they'd talked about going public, and she and Steve had always gotten cold feet. Bucky was sick of it. He held her face in his hands, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead and looking directly into her eyes with a burning passion in his stare. "Let them say we're crazy," he said simply. "What do they know? They don't know you or me or Steve. Besides, it's not like they can do anything about it, anyway. We got a Sergeant, a Captain, and a General. Wh—" He was cut off when Adelaide spoke.
"You know that's not official, right? The only people who use that outside of the Commandos are an Agent and a civilian," she frowned, referring to Peggy and Howard.
"It still counts," Bucky and Steve insisted simultaneously, making Adelaide laugh.
"What are they gonna do about it, huh? They can't touch us." Steve seemed to agree, now fully on board with the plan, but Adelaide still hesitated. If there was one thing she was great at, it was arguing.
"Break up the Commandos. Put you on a different assignment. Throw me in the WAC, which would mean shipping me back to the States. I can think of about a thousand different thi—"
"Then stop thinking."
"Not everyone has such an easy time turning their brain off, Barnes," she chuckled. "Right, Steve?" Knowing she was looking for someone to back her up on staying in the shadows, her husband refused to back her up.
"Well, you know the stereotype about blondes being dumb," he said, only half joking. "I think it's time, Addie. You know we've got your back, right? Not that you need it, but we do."
After a long sigh, Adelaide finally gave into her heart's desires, no matter how scary they were. "What the hell? We're gonna be in the history books, anyway. Might as well make it interesting. One question, though: …how are we supposed to do this?" Bucky grinned at the opportunity, glad that she'd asked.
"See, I've been thinking—" he started, only to be met with a groan from his girlfriend.
"Did it hurt?" Steve teased, smirking.
"When somebody asks who I love more, I'm saying it's Adelaide," Bucky said dryly, making his boyfriend frown. Adelaide, on the other hand, grinned.
"Yeah, but that would've been true anyway, right?"
"'Course it would, sugar," he answered, not breaking his gaze on Steve.
"Jerk," Steve scoffed.
"Punk," Bucky retorted.
"Idiots," Adelaide laughed.
"Do I at least get to be your favorite?" Steve asked his wife, shooting her his biggest puppy eyes.
"I don't pick favorites."
"Sure didn't feel that way when you married him," Bucky huffed, playfully hurt.
"Shut up, or I'll marry you, too," Adelaide laughed, as if it were a threat.
"Well, shit, lemme go find the rabbi; let's do that before we make headlines!"
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Still working on flufftober day one (we'll get there at some point I think) and I just think it's funny how the whole piece has kinda become "the Howling Commandos can't roll their eyes enough at how mushy these two are, except for Bucky, who wants needs to be their third"
My writing has elevated from "Steve Rogers was very aggressively closeted in the 40s due to internalized homophobia" to "Bucky Barnes has never seen a motherfucking closet in his LIFE and he wants to make sure everyone knows that (Steve got stuck in the closet for so long because Bucky didn't know what the closet looks like to drag him out)"
Anyway. Never underestimate the power of three bisexuals a sneeze away from forming a polycule.
Warnings: playful arguments, poly shenanigans, my MCU timeline is vastly different from canon whoops, Bucky's the hyper-competitive one but I think it was Steve who won the fight (comment your opinion and I'll make a tally lmao), best friend!Peter Parker mentioned but not present (though you know he's using this against the guys for months after the fact whoops)
A/N: I'm not fully sure how to articulate it, but "which partner do you love more" honestly seems like the poly version of "would you love me if I was a worm" bc of how ridiculous it is + they already know the answer.
Word count: 724
For the January Jumble Scribbles challenge hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | Jan. 28: "I actually watch her back and not her backside."
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After coming home from a mission, Bucky and Steve made it all of five steps off the Quinjet before launching into one of their typical fake arguments. This time, since Adelaide had been with them, they made it about their wife.
"—and at least I actually watch her back and not her backside," Steve finished, smirking at his husband.
"I resent that, Rogers!" Bucky huffed. "Who do you think had her six while you were busy fuckin' around, bein' a fugitive for two years while all the Accords bullshit settled?"
Steve didn't miss a beat. "Peter," he said in deadpan. Bucky slapped a hand over his heart in offense, clearly about to defend himself when Steve spoke again. "You were in Wakanda getting deprogrammed!" he argued.
"That was only for six months!" Bucky argued back, voice shifting up an octave. "We had a whole two years before your ass finally popped back into the Tower, thank you very much!"
Steve hated that he had a point. It left him with few options, so he went with the most obvious: "Yeah, well, whose name did she put before the hyphen, huh? She picked Rogers-Barnes, not Barnes-Rogers. Face it, Buck; I just love her more." Bucky rolled his eyes so hard, both of his spouses thought he would sprain them.
"Please. We both know that's bullshit. I proposed first. Of course I love her more!"
"I loved her first. I get seniority." It was a card Bucky had pulled on him many times, being slightly older than Steve was, and now Steve was using it against him.
Before they could get back to their argument, Adelaide finally cut in. "You two know it's not a competition, right?" she asked, looking between her husbands. They both scoffed.
"Everything’s a competition. That way, I can tell everyone I love you more than he does, I love him more than you do, and I love both of you more than either of you love me," Bucky said simply.
Where Bucky was trying to charm his way into winning, Steve used his smarts: "In that case, let's just put it to rest," he suggested. He turned from his husband to his wife. "Addie, honey, who do you love more?" Adelaide thought on it for a moment (or, rather, feigned thinking on it), looked between the two of them, sized them up thoroughly. It was an argument they'd had before, though, and one she aimed to put to rest. Both Super Soldiers got excited when she opened her mouth to speak, thinking they were about to win. They didn't know they would both lose.
"Peter." She picked her best friend over either of them. Steve and Bucky groaned loudly. "I love you both equally, morons," she lectured, "and I know you know that. But in Steve's defense, Bucky, I know you both have my back. And in Bucky's defense, Steve, you both stare at my ass." Steve did his best to defend his honor.
"It's a good ass," he argued weakly.
"It's a great ass," Bucky corrected, turning it into an argument again. Adelaide was quick to shut that down.
"It's America's ass," she corrected. Both men knew she wasn't talking about the country.
"Mmm. I think that means I win," Steve gloated. Bucky glared at him.
"Fine. You get her ass, but I get her heart as part of the tits package. Who's the real winner, now?" he taunted. Adelaide did her best not to burst into laughter that they'd just inadvertently settled the 'ass vs tits' argument in the funniest way possible.
Steve, on the other hand, let out a scandalized gasp. "That's just cheating!" he cried, jaw dropped.
"A win's a win, Rogers," Bucky smirked, gloating far more than Steve had just a moment ago. "Too bad you're such a loser." Not one to lose an argument—even if it wasn't one that she was really a part of—Adelaide figured she'd pipe in with her two cents on the situation.
"Well, I get both of your asses and both of your titses. Who's the real winner, now?" Adelaide repeated with a grin, using Bucky's words against him. She pinched both of their asses for emphasis. They both looked distraught.
"Can I at least get a cheek?!" Bucky bargained. Steve was quick to join forces with him.
"Or a pec?!"
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With anxiety about anniversary gifts brewing, Bucky took the opportunity from Steve’s absence via chocolate trip to check on his other half. He was shocked to find Adelaide actually looking stressed, her usually unflappable demeanor now looking rather flapped, indeed. Bucky arched a brow at her mood, taking a seat across the table from her as she scowled at whatever she was looking at. “You good, doll?” he asked, half hesitant and half teasing. He hadn't seen her look like this since she was fighting to overturn anti-miscegenation laws last year. She shoved a small stack of papers toward him, giving him a pleading look.
“Is this too cheesy?” she asked, clearly disheartened.
Bucky took a minute to read over what she had, face softening when he saw what she'd put together. Yeah, that chocolates idea definitely looks like amateur hour now, he thought. Whoops. Still, he couldn't get over the helpless, almost sad look in Adelaide’s eyes at the thought of being ‘too cheesy’, as if there was anything wrong with such an accusation when it came to love. He enveloped her hands in his own, looking her straight in the eye and making sure he had her unwavering attention before he spoke, words raw with honesty and lacking his typical teasing tone. “Addie, baby, if he gives you even a modicum of shit for what you made on the grounds of it being ‘too cheesy’, I'm taking you to city hall myself to get the divorce papers,” he promised, one of his hands moving up to flicker over her chin, holding her there like he was about to kiss her. His gaze and his touch were too close, too intimate, but what else could she expect from a man that had been in love with both of his best friends since the day they met?
Never one to linger in a serious moment, Adelaide was quick to change the tone. She brushed his hand away, clearing her throat and breaking eye contact for just a moment to give herself some reprieve. “You're just looking for an excuse to marry me, Barnes. Always have been,” she teased.
“Always will be,” he grinned. “Y’gotta admit, Adelaide Barnes does have quite the ring to it.”
“So does Adelaide Rogers, and Steve actually did put a ring on it,” she teased, holding her left hand up and wiggling her fingers. Bucky slapped a hand over his heart in mock offense.
"Low blow!” he protested. “Compromise and call it Adelaide Barnes-Rogers?”
“Rogers-Barnes. Final offer.” He sucked in a sharp breath.
“You drive a hard bargain, princess. When's the wedding?” Bucky asked with a lopsided grin. Adelaide could only laugh at how serious he sounded, shaking her head fondly.
“You're an idiot, Buck.”
“Only for you, sweetheart.” He never lost his conviction. Never would. It was impossible to pretend he didn't feel what he felt, so he didn't bother putting up pretenses.
“And Steve,” she corrected.
“And Steve,” he agreed with a nod. Adelaide let out a content sigh, standing up for a brief moment to give Bucky a kiss on the forehead.
“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Bucky. Really.” He looked up at her with the most adoring eyes, and she swore she could've melted on the spot.
“Any time, doll,” he promised, voice soft and full of intent neither of them could recognize this century. "Any time."
