#pre-wwii

[smlmsworld]

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Chris Evans Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Bucky Barnes, Pre-War, World War II, Post-War, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Arthritis, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Bucky Barnes Recovering from Being The Winter Soldier, Books, Author Bucky Barnes, Writer Bucky Barnes, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Sad and Happy, First Kiss, Forehead Kisses, No Sex, POV Steve Rogers

Summary:

Title is from the Robert A. Heinlein novel of the same name.

I'm clearing out my WIP folder and forcing myself to finally post things that have been waiting for a while. Here's a story about Bucky being a writer, Steve publishing some of Bucky's works "posthumously", and that leading to a pleasant surprise.

Snippet:

A loud clap of thunder woke him, and the rain pounded heavily against the windows, but he tuned that all out almost instantly. There was somebody here, with him in the room, and he breathed silently as he waited for the next flash of lightning to illuminate the dark shadows. He ended up needing several flashes before his eyes finally fell upon a dark, hunched figure on the floor in the far corner of the room, leaning heavily against the wall.

Though it should have set off alarm bells in his head, the person’s appearance just made him sad. They looked so resigned, hopeless. Exhausted.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning forward, and the person flinched, hunching deeper into themself.

Steve reached out and turned the lamp on his bedside table on, just as the person- a man, it was a man’s voice- said “no”, sharp and desperate and terribly familiar.

His heart felt like it had been turned to lead when the man turned his face slowly towards Steve, and he finally realized why the presence of a strange man in his bedroom inspired feelings of protection, rather than of fear. Steve would know him anywhere, anytime, unquestionably, and yet his mind still argued with itself, trying to deny what he was seeing.

It was Bucky.

♥♥♥

[anarcoqueer1994]

As I do research, i.e. read Stucky pre-wwii fics, I realize there is a direct correlation between how sick and skinny Steve is described as and how muscular and bulky Bucky is described as. There is a positive correlation indicating that the sicker Steve is, the bigger Bucky is. And I have to say I kind of love that but at a certain point when Steve is practically described as on death's door, Bucky might as well be built like the Hulk.

Attached is a handy graph of my research drawn with some Mr. Sketch pens.

[pooslie]

I wrote a short fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32648095

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

[builder051]

Hi! Sorry, I know this is late, but if you're still taking prompts I'd love to see Bucky in the bathroom with a bottle. I love your writing btw!

No prob!  I can spin something out. :)

This’ll be Heroverse, pre-WWII

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“Hey,” Steve says, trying to catch Bucky’s elbow before he disappears behind the door into the john.  “You’re not supposed to take that--”  

But it’s too late.  Bucky’s already missed the opportunity to set his beer back down on their table.  Steve shakes his head.  He slips out of his jacket and leaves it on his chair to be sure their table won’t be bussed in the meantime, then hurries toward the bathroom.  

“Buck?”  Steve calls, passing the urinal and glancing under the doors of the stalls for the telltale bottoms of Bucky’s shoes.  

“Huh?”

“There you are.”  Steve opens the door to the last stall, which luckily Bucky hasn’t thought to lock.  

He shakes his head as he looks down at Bucky, who leans over the toilet on his elbows, yet still tips his beer bottle back delicately in his fingers, trying to get in a last sip or two before the inevitable happens and it all comes splashing back up.

“Now you’re just plain stupid,” Steve says, yanking the bottle away.  “You’re wasting good beer doing that.”

“Naw, I’m not,” Bucky slurs, grabbing at Steve’s hand more than a little too slow.  He moves away from the toilet, overbalances slightly, and topples off his knees and into the stall’s dented metal wall.

“Ow,” Bucky complains, his voice coming out watery and weak.  

Steve can barely keep from laughing.  “Come on.”  He sets the beer bottle behind him and pulls Bucky up by the back of his shirt.  He barely gets Bucky back over the toilet bowl before he begins to heave.

“Alright, get it up.”

Bucky nods, and obediently opens his mouth.  Warm beer splatters everywhere, from the toilet seat to his collar.  Steve uses his own sleeve to mop up the excess that dots Bucky’s cheeks and chin.  

Eventually they both sit back on their heels, exhausted and panting.  “You’re heavy, you know?” Steve says, giving Bucky a pat on the back.

“Probably 10 pounds lighter now,” Bucky slurs.

“Eh, give or take.”  Steve gets to his feet.  “You’d better be, if you want me to carry you home.”

Bucky nods, putting his hand to his mouth to stifle a sick belch.  

“I think I need you to.  Not sure I can stay on my feet on my own.”

“It’s your own damn fault,” Steve says, but he helps Bucky up anyway.  “Never again, ok?”

“Yeah, never again.  Till next weekend, anyway.”

“Exactly as I thought.”  Steve can’t help but laugh.  “You’d be lost without me, you jerk.”

“I sure would.”  Bucky sways on his feet.  He grabs Steve and kisses the top of his head.  “Sure would.”

[vanishingsydney]

The Exchange. Classic late art deco pub c.1939. Always been a pretty rough &  tumble boozer, and none of the original interior remains. Marrickville.

[inwhichiread]

Like everyone else in Berlin, she refers continually to the political situation, but only briefly, with a conventional melancholy, as when one speaks of religion.

Goodbye to Berlin, Christopher Isherwood

[steve-rogers-new-york]

Brooklyn Navy Yard

The Brooklyn Navy Yard is an industrial complex situated to the east of DUMBO and the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges. It encompasses Wallabout Harbour and is bound by Navy Street, Flushing Ave, and Kent Ave on each side. Over its lifetime it has been known as the United States Navy Yard, the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and the New York Naval Shipyard. Covering some 356 acres (1.44 km2) during its peak in during WWII, the Navy Yard includes six dry docks, three piers, a total of 10 berths, and it has been the birthplace of numerous notable US warships. Within its border during our time period were a range of structures, including:

Brooklyn Naval Hospital (1838-1948): A medical complex located on the east side of the Yard, initially including the main building with several wings, a two-storey Surgeon’s House, and a cemetery (1831-1910). In the early 20th century the following additions were built: a medical supply depot, a lumber shed, and staff quarters.

Dry Docks: By 1941, the Yard had a total of 6 dry docks in service, located along the East River at the northern edge of the Yard. Dry Docks 1-4 were built pre-1913, Dry Dock 5-6 were built in 1941-1942 for the war effort.

Sands Street Gate: The main entrance into the Yard in the early 20th century, located on the western border. The gate is a one-storey medieval-style gatehouse shaped like a castle, including plinths, turrets, and posts with eagles mounted on top. The placement was close to Admiral’s Row. During WWII, a wooden footbridge was built above the gate to connect the two timber sheds. Saloons promptly opened up around the gate, which led to sailors being banned from using the entrance by 1924. During WWI and WWII, the gate was where potential Navy applicants lined up to enlist in the Navy.

Cob Dock: An artificial island, built on a mud flat in Wallabout Bay. The island became a convenient place for ships to moor and was once also used by the Navy’s first flocks of messenger pigeons. In 1900 a causeway was built across the Wallabout Channel to the Cob Dock. The island was demolished during WWII to make room for Dry Dock 5 and 6 (1942).

Brooklyn Navy Yard Center (Building 92) (1857-): The house is the former U.S. Marine Commandant’s quarters and was part of the U.S. Marine Barrack Grounds along Flushing Avenue. The building included marine officers’ quarters, barracks (Building 91), a gatehouse, and a central parade ground. Until 1941, there was an identical structure in Building 93.

Timber Sheds (Building 15 and 16): Brick buildings with a gable roof, located behind the Commandant’s House and the Naval Hospital. Both used to store cured timber for shipbuilding. Part of Building 15 was demolished in 1937 as part of a Work Progress Administrationrenovations.

Admiral’s Row: A group of officers’ residences built around the Timber Sheds to the west end of the Yard. These were ten homes built between 1864 and 1901 that served as residences to high-ranking Navy Yard officers. On the grounds were the timber sheds, the parade ground, tennis courts, and garages attached to each residence.

Supply Storehouse (Building 3): An eleven-storey supply storehouse located east of the Brooklyn Navy Yard Center (Building 92). it was the first reinforced-concrete building constructed in the Navy Yard, and contains a one-storey base and one-storey attic with nine-storeys in between. The attic contained the commandant’s, yard captain’s, and manager’s offices. It was also fitted with radio and radar laboratories during WWII.

Building 77 (1941-): A sixteen-storey structure constructed during WWII (1941). The lowest eleven storeys were ammunition storage space, lined with 25-inch-thick (64 cm) walls and no windows. It also contained the Yard’s headquarters, offices, storage spaces, laboratories, and a library.

Building 1 (formerly Building 291) (1941-1942): A materials testing laboratory, and used for electrical output testing during WWII. The roof contained radio towers, also erected during WWII.

Building 41 (1942-): Originally a power plant.

Building 128 (1900-): Used for shipbuilding.

Building 132 (1905-): Formerly a steam engine repair shop, later a light manufacturing shop.

Also located within the Navy Yard were other shops towards shipbuilding, including a material testing laboratory, a foundry, two sub-assembly shops, an ordnance machine shop, and a building trades shop.

Also in on this topic: Brooklyn Navy Yard -WWII

Image Source

Aerial view of Navy Yard, c.1930s | Source Aerial view of Navy Yard, April 1945 | Source

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[dummy-kanji]

Sitting Woman in Kimono - Vintage por Vintage Japan-esque Por Flickr: A woman seated while wearing a kimono. Photo embossed "A Morikawa, Tokyo". This is a vintage photo from a pre-WWII Japanese family album that I am scanning and posting in its entirety.