#melbucky

[dinah-lance]

Mel! Hi! … you called. I did.

[scotchandwhitelies]

Bucky turning on the charm to manipulate Mel to the good side made me feel a few things 🥵

[marmelogram]

Mel: I know this is not going to sound how I mean it to sound. I wanna fuck this pizza.

Bucky: I get it. You should never say that to anyone. But I get it.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

the thing that appeals to me about the idea of Mel/Bucky is that i think him saying "yeah I could track your devices instantly and precisely but I'm not going to do that unless you specifically ask" is the most respect that woman has gotten from anyone in years and that's so compelling. woman who is deeply intimidated by every aspect of the world her career has landed her in meets guy who is deeply intimidating on every objective level and is actively trying not to intimidate people (and her specifically). it's like catnip

[wickanderhalovar]

another comissh from @vartoids of my favorite kids, bucky and mel, from thunderbolts! (wintergold 🥰) based off of a scene from my fic, Tower Nights, from chapter 6. i'm obsessed with this! the details!!!

“I don’t know how to dance to this music!”

“It’s fine,” he said, walking backward a step or two away from the tables. “I do. Just follow my lead.”

“I could have worn something better, if you told me,” she said, glancing down as he moved her arms to settle in the right places.

“You look amazing.”

“I’m going to step on your feet.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care.”

So they danced. It was songs and sounds that he knew. She caught on pretty well, soon finding her literal footing and seeming to enjoy herself quite a lot. Bucky easily chatted with people who looked twice his age, and they seemed pleasantly surprised at his demeanor.

Mel watched him with a smile on her face and in her eyes, grateful and thankful to see another side of him. Not that he wasn’t great all of the time, but he was far grouchier when forced to lead the team than he was here in a slice of nostalgia.

They danced and drank a little and ate cheese cubes and Bucky relaxed and told her stories. Small anecdotes of a past life, ones that he held close to his heart, even with all of the holes he still had in his memory. There was enough.

At one particularly snappy rendition of Tomorrow by Frankie Carle, Bucky spun her out away from him–which was the fanciest move he’d pulled on her yet. Mel spun decently, but when tugged back, came spinning a little too hard and far, so that instead of their hands meeting again, her spine thumped against his chest, his arm crossing her chest with her own, fingers still clasped. His other hand went to her hip to steady her.

Her whole body was tingling, face flushed, heart pounding. “Wow…why um…why did we stop dancing like this?” she asked, Bucky’s breath hot against her ear and neck.

He chuckled. “I have no idea.” He released her hand and spun her gently around. Her hands rested on his shoulders. 

“This is very fun,” she said as they slowed to a sway that did not meet the beat of the song. “I like seeing this side of you."

“Yeah? You did mention you like old things.”

She rolled her eyes a little, but in an endearing way. “I do. Though I have no idea what any of these songs are. Forgive me?”

His thumbs stroked her sides through her dress. “Forgiven.” He placed a light kiss on her lips and then pulled her off the floor toward their table.

[mossymusestudios]

i have something to confess…I’m a Mel and Bucky shipper I am who I am

and here’s a fanart I made of my own fanfic lol

[cuallish-avenger]

Low key wish there was more buckymel/wintergold content 😔

[mirabellemoira]

Buckymel political AU 👀 perhaps