@bithor sandhya is one of the nicest people on this website and we don’t talk much but i think she’s really cool! she’s super funny and smart too. her blog is so aesthetiqué and organized!
@bisteverogers bianca is undoubtedly the kindest person in the entire universe. her sense of humor is very relatable and she’s so aesthetic,,, we met on the original marvel discord (rip, you will be remembered) and i immediately thought she was super cool and funny! anyways, she and her blog are so aesthetic and organized and i can only dream of having a blog as iconic as hers.
hello yes i have a prompt/request. could u write steve and bucky meeting for the first time at school? :)
James Buchanan Barnes had always been a people pleaser. He never shied away from helping people, always introduced himself to strangers that needed a hand, all from a young age he was just used to being surrounded by people. Not that he minded, he was happy to help in any way he could.
And as far as everyone was concerned, they loved him and his kindness and had never turned him away.
Except for this one kid, who never seemed pleased to have his help. No matter what the occasion was.
James Barnes had only noticed the boy recently join the grade below his own, not that him being younger bothered him, he had younger sisters at home. No, what really struck him was how often he’d get mad at him for trying to step in and help in any way necessary.
By the kid’s second week, he had already been in four different major fights, and was picked on daily. Hell, there was no way James was just going to stand by and do nothing if he could help it. The first time he’d noticed the small blonde being picked on three versus one, he had stepped up and told the three older boys to ‘knock it off’, and not throwing more than a muttered curse his way, had left him alone. Feeling a sense of ease as they left, when he had turned towards the smaller boy, all he found was blue flames waiting for him.
That was only the first occurance. The other times since then it’s only gotten worse, and for all James knew, it was starting to get on his nerves. Hell, if the little punk didn’t want his help that much, he’d let him take care of himself for once.
That’s what led up to James fuming as he headed home after school that friday, pulling his ragged coat tighter around him as the wind began to pick up and the skies threatened to start pouring. “What’s that little punk thinks he’s doin’, always lookin’ for a fight.” At least that’s how James saw it, give him credit, he’s only eight at the time.
Kicking a rock as he heads out of the schoolyard, being one of the last few to leave after having served a detention for having gotten into one of the blonde kid’s fights and ending it. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t care about the detention, or the fact his teacher was disappointed, or the fact his parents wanted to know why and he couldn’t explain.
What wasn’t fair, was the fact the kid kept getting beat up on, and that… well, he didn’t want to see that keep happening. He wouldn’t tell anyone he was helping him if that’s what he wanted, but for god sake just let him help.
Letting out a sigh, watching it puff in the air in front of him, he kept on heading home, he could only sense that it was going to get colder and worse before it got better. Turning down the street, eyes trailing the cracks in the sidewalk, he almost doesn’t notice the grunts coming down the alleyway.
“Hit’em again!” “Pathetic, why won’t he just stay down?”
Pausing outside the alley and gazing down it, his eyes immediately focus on the wisps of blonde hair he can see beyond the two bullies taking turns kicking and spitting at the crumpled form on the ground.
A scowl forming on his his face, rolling up his sleeves and throwing his stuff to the ground, James pushed the thoughts of standing by and doing nothing clear out of his mind. Goddamn him if the boy didn’t want his help, he wasn’t just going to let them pick on him. Stepping towards the alley, preparing to yell at the two older boys, he hesitates as he watches the small golden haired boy struggle back to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a tooth while at it.
“I-… I can do this all day… Just you watch,” Huffing out his answer, taking another defensive stance, James can already tell he won’t be able to take much more of a beating, but the fact he doesn’t back down, that he gets back up… it strikes a chord in James’s chest he never knew had been there.
Hell, he thought this kid was being a punk, and by all means, he still is. But if anything else, he’s inspiring.
Watching as the bullies just scoff and aim to throw another punch, James doesn’t hesitate a moment longer before he’s rushing forward and tackling one of the older boys down. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” Pushing the other bully to the ground, he watches as they get back up and size up the two punks in front of them instead of the one.
“Who’s this? Your bodyguard? So much for ‘standin’ up for yourself’.” The comment itself doesn’t really hit James as anything harsh. However, glancing back over his shoulder, he notices the shake in the boy’s shoulders, the fire in his eyes, and at first he thought it was directed at the bully’s words. But no, it was directed at him.
Thunder cracking in the sky, breaking the tension in the alley, the two older boys share a glance and scoff a laugh before turning and leaving the alley as the rain begins to pour down. Leaving just James, and the hotheaded punk he was trying to help once again.
“What the hell is your deal?” The words coming out with pure venom, James is taken aback by how much attitude fits in the small frame in front of him.
“My deal? What’s yours? Why can’t you just accept my help?” The anger boiling in his veins has him clenching his fists to prevent himself from flinging himself at the scrawny punk in front of him. Hell, as the rain only comes down harder and harder, the wind picking up and the temperature getting colder, he only feels himself getting hotter.
“You wouldn’t understand.” The boy mutters, ice in his voice, and despite James feeling hotter, he can begin to see the shivers running through the smaller boy. Hell, he couldn’t be more than 90 lbs soaking wet. Taking in a deep breath, the scowl diminishing slightly on his face, he crosses his arms over his chest and waits. “How do you know if you won’t try? You seemed pretty stubborn towards dummy 1 and dummy 2 back there.”
Watching the anger flare on his face once more, it still didn’t help or hide the fact he was shivering. His hands, although bloody and bruised, were turning blue with the cold. Hell, James may still be upset, but he didn’t want him getting in any worse case because of him. “I don’t need your pity. I can take care of myself. I’ve done just fine this far.” Taking his words in and thinking them over, James nods before turning and heading back out of the alley.
“Okay, you gotta point. I’ve seen first hand how you don’t give up. That’s pretty neat. Especially for a punk like you.” A slight smirk pulling up his lips, he watches as the blonde seems ready to pounce on him, taking that as an insult. Well, if it would get him to follow him and get him out of the pouring rain, he’d take the beating.
“You’re a jerk! Nothing but a jerk, and I don’t need your help, I can’t stand people like you! You’re just as bad as those bullies that pick on me every day! You just want the credit of ‘saving a poor dame in distress’!” Watching the squirt go off on him, James holds back a laugh. Now that his own anger has subsided, it was quite amusing.
“Well, you’re wrong about that. I’m nothing like those guys. And what makes you think I pity you?” Pulling his coat up over his head and turning out of the alley, gathering his things and walking on home, he hears the footsteps following him. Hearing the heated sigh of annoyance as the feisty blonde follows him.
“I know people like you. People either see me and wanna squash me, or think I need protection from everyone and everything.” Falling into step beside him, the blonde huffs and shrinks in on his beaten and baggy coat. James couldn’t lie and say he didn’t have any pity towards him, but its not the same as this kid was thinking.
“Well, you can’t say all that to me, when you’re just guessin’ that I act like that. No way in hell do I pity you, you’re a punk. I don’t need to protect ya, you need someone just keepin’ an eye on you.” Leading the way up to his small apartment and out of the rain, the blonde rolls his eyes but continues to follow him nonetheless.
Reaching the door and getting the key out from under the mat, he unlocks it and enters before calling out to his mother that he’s home and that he brought a friend. Throwing his stuff to the side and shrugging his coat off, he quickly turns towards the blonde. “Hey, what’s your name?”
Wide, confused seas stare back at him, hardening into suspicion as he purses his lips. “My name? Why?” Going to say something of an answer, Bucky flinches as his mother’s voice grows louder as she approaches them. “James Buchanan Barnes. I know you didn’t bring a friend over when you’re grounded.”
Rounding the corner, Winifred Barnes frown that was on her face one moment, instantly melts as she catches a sight of the two boys. Soaked and chilled to the bone, and the blonde looking worse for wear. “Oh, sweetheart, what happened?” Rushing forward and kneeling in front of the battered and bruised child, her motherly instincts instantly kick in. “What’s your name, sweetie?”
Watching as the harsh gaze fades from him as the boy looks at his mother, he lets out a soft sigh as he answers, in a kind way at that. “Steve Rogers, ma’am.” Turning his face from side to side and inspecting the worse of his injuries, she chuckles slightly. “No need for the ma’am, Steve. Winnie is just fine.”
James heading off to retrieve their first-aid kit, comes back with a sheepish grin, “I can take it from here ma, Stevie and I are fine.” Taking a hold of Steve’s hand and already leading him off towards the bathroom, Winifred let’s them go. “Alright, but take it easy! I want details later James Buchanan!”
Corralling the blonde into the bathroom and shutting the door, James leans against it and lets out a soft breath. No. He has a name now. Steve Rogers. Well-
“Stevie? What are we best friends now?”
God the mouth on this kid.
“Well, I… Yeah? I mean, we’re friends now, at least.”
Watching as he takes a seat on the closed toilet, holding his hands out for the first-aid kit, James frowns slightly. Was he really this used to patching himself up?
“No, hey… I can take care of you.” Taking a seat in front of Steve, he opens the kit and starts to tend to Steve’s wounds, his face first, before taking gentle care of his hands and wrapping them in gauze.
“You’re an artist, aren’t ya? Need to take care of your hands.” Finishing one, and moving onto the other, he feels Steve stiffen in front of him. Probably shocked that James knew that.
“You know that? What are you, a stalker?” James only sighs in response, he can only expect these sort of responses considering how he’d never really interacted with Steve before and only stood up for his punk ass when he was being beat up on.
“No… I know who you are, Steve. I don’t pity ya, I just care, you’re so much stronger than those dummies. You’re a hero to those other kids you stand up for. You’re a hero to me, pal. Plus I have noticed you, even if we’ve never talked before or nothin’.” Earning nothing but silence, James doesn’t say anything else until he’s done and puts everything away before looking up at him. What he was expecting, was the familiar fire and defensiveness in his eyes.
What was waiting for him, was a mix of something soft and fond, and mutual admiration. “Well… I guess we can be friends, you jerk.” Offering a small, almost defensive smile, as an olive branch, James latched onto it and returned a wide, gap toothed smile of his own.
“Alright Stevie, we can even be best friends?” Holding out his hand to him, he watches Steve think about it before shaking his hand. “I can maybe deal with that. But James Buchanan? That’s a mouthful! How about Bucky instead? You’re now Bucky to me.”
A wide and genuine smile brightening Bucky’s whole face, he nods as he shakes Steve’s hand back. “I like that. You’re my Stevie, and I’ll be your Bucky. And We’ll be friends ‘til the end of the line.”
Despite the worsening weather outside, the sunshine filling the bathroom between the two boys was enough to help their friendship bloom. And they would truly be together ‘til the end of the line.
you’re literally my best friend on here, and even off here, and i hope you know just how much your happiness means to me? you’re amazing and deserve the whole word 💛💛💛✨✨✨
you mean our lord and savior? steve rogers is the one character that’s taken over my life, there was a point where i thought it was cliche to like superheroes but now i find myself living a life that steve rogers would be proud of, i love our boy so much and am so proud of him and only want happiness and good things for him
do you think bucky struggles with the concept of time enough that he would carry around a watch that shows the date on it? i can imagine enough that he suffered enough trauma from zola the first time around he was being tested on in 1944; to when he fell from the train and lost track of time wishing he'd rather be dead to be without steve, tellinf himself steve had more important things to take care of then come for him; to when zola recaptured him and made him the winter soldier, forgetting the concept of time more and more until he had none left because of what hydra had done to him; all to when the clock ticked forward for the firstime in forever at the sight, the sound, of steve; steve is as familiar as clockwork to bucky and i can only imagine steve getting bucky a watch to help ground him when he needs it
Do you know sandhya kē and Kaitlyn irl? Just wondering cause you seem like really tight friends ! 💖
ugh i wish, but no, we all live in different places and we just talk online. i’m super sad abt it though, they’re all rlly wonderful ppl and i’m blessed to know them ♡
