#sbweek2015

[thesmidgesketch]

❀ Sam/Bucky Week - Extra

↝ Student/Teacher AU

This was intended to be for Sam/Bucky week but I didn’t finish it in time, but it is done now :D

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Sam/Bucky Week 2015 - Day 7: Free Day

Bucky’s instagram is mostly pictures of Sam, Steve, Redwing and food. He only follows the other Avengers and Sam’s family.

[thesmidgesketch]

❀ Sam/Bucky Week - DAY 7. Free day!!!

↝ Wing(/Angel?) AU

[lokirogers]

Sam/Bucky edit for sambuckyweek

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Sam/Buck Week 2015 - Day 6: Future

Post Infinity War. Sam/Bucky. Mpreg. 815 words

Sam stared down at the list of symptoms he’d written out. Just to make it less surreal. It wasn’t helping. He went over them again as if they’d somehow changed. The nausea, the fatigue, the urge to go every other damn second and let’s not forget the sore nipples.

Sam hadn’t worried when he’d started feeling ill. He was only human. So, he hadn’t put much thought into. If it was a bug he’d shake it off, if it got worse he’d go to the hospital. Only it didn’t get worse. It just got stranger. Despite the fact that sometimes it was all he could do to drag himself out of bed, practically everyone told him he was glowing. He’d found himself eating entire jars of olives. He didn’t even like olives. Listening to his sister Jocelyn wishing Taylor was still an adorable baby instead of a moody teenager had a vague thought trying to take hold.  

When Bucky made a particularly lecherous comment about his ass as on their usual run around Central park, the truth practically slapped him in the face.  

He’d been an Avenger for a number of years now. He’d been exposed to some things that had to be seen to believe. But this took the cake. Part of him wanted to have a screaming fit. To insist this could not be happening. The other part was already resigned. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to have verification.

He drove out to the Avengers compound debating exactly what he wanted to do. He could go to Bruce. Let him and Jarvis run tests come up with hypothesis. But damn it the man wasn’t even a real doctor. And he couldn’t keep a secret. Not from Tony. And no. Just no.

Besides earth medicine obviously wasn’t quite up to par when dealing with Avenger mishaps. All his tests for the last year had come up clean. They’d clearly missed something.

So, instead of stopping he kept up the drive way heading to the bi-frost landing site. It paid to have friends in high places.

Sam hopped out of the car, knowing he didn’t have much time before someone came out to investigate (Tony). He always felt vaguely ridiculous doing this. “Hemidal, I really need to speak with her high—“

The whirling, dizzying sensation of bi-frost travel swept over Sam almost instantly. He landed in the observation room with a pained moan. He bent over clutching his stomach, hoping he wasn’t going to hurl.

A warm hand pressed against his back. “Here, drink.”

Sam didn’t even question what it was. It smelled like heaven; it took everything he had not to guzzle it.

“Samuel.” The voice was warm and pleased.

Sam straightened, eyes meeting the golden gaze of the gate-keeper. Not even asking why the god had a drink or had granted him access to Asgard without hesitation. He’d become accustomed to the fact that Hemidal saw everything. It was quite possible the god had known he was coming before he had. It creeped Bucky out. Especially, since Bucky clung to the delusion that Hemidal…Hemidal had a crush on Sam. “I take it her highness isn’t busy.”

There was a slight curving of the lips on his solemn face. “Her highness makes time for things she cares about.”

For Sam that was pretty much all the verification he needed; the goddess of motherhood and childbirth was taking time out of her undoubtedly busy day to speak with him.

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Bucky was waiting on the hood of his car when the bi-frost dropped him back onto earth.

“I’m fine,” he said as Bucky bounded toward him. He grunted as strong arms wrapped tightly around. “I’m fine.”

“You’ve been sick,” muttered Bucky, fear thick in his voice.

Of course, his lover had noticed. He didn’t know how he could have thought otherwise. “Not exactly.”

Bucky leaned back, glaring at him. “Not the time for word games.”

“Sorry.” Sam pressed several kisses along his jaw in apology. “I— I lord this is gonna sound ridiculous but…”

“Spit it out, Sam.”

“I’m pregnant,” Sam blurted out.

Bucky blinked. “I’m pretty sure, I’ve seen your dick.”

Sam snorted. “Kay, remember that thing with the Infinity gems? Where to save the universe I volunteered to host a cosmic cube as it birthed itself. Turns out there was a gag gift.”

Bucky stared at Sam silently for what seemed like hours. Sam let him. It was a lot to take in.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing Bucky asked as when he finally spoke.

“I’m okay. Eir said a lot of stuff that went over my head but the gist was everything is perfectly fine in there. The munchkin is all right. In nine months, I pop up to Asgard and—“

Sam relaxed into the kiss, letting the worry go for now. He and Bucky would get through this.

[givemeunicorns]

ongoing list of Aus i want: SamBucky edition

-spy au: Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers, CIA golden boys are on the trail of the Winter soldier, a handsome assassin who, along with his partner, known only as the Black Widow, are knocking off white collar criminals and black market bosses left and right. Sam doesn’t like to admit it, but he’s kind of enjoying the cat and mouse game they have going on.

-Oceans 11 AU: Sam Wilson is putting together a heist for the history books. With his best pal Steve, he creates the perfect crew. Nick Fury, a veteran of the casino tilting business agrees to come out of retirement to help run their scam. James Rhodes, or Rhodey to his friends, is a wealthy casino mogul who agrees to help them knock off their big heist. The Maximoff Twins serve as get away drivers and leg men, while Wanda’s boyfriend, Vision, serves as their tech man. Peggy Carter, and old friend of Steve’s agrees to run point, while her niece Sharon handles munitions and her girlfriend Angie, an experienced pick pocket and thief, works the floor. Their old friend Natasha signs on to be their grease woman, snatching the money when they get her into the vault. With a perfect plan and perfect crew, Sam thinks the job will go off without a hitch...until he runs into his old beau and one time rival, Bucky, has shacked up with the guy who’s casino he’s trying to knock. Chaos and feels ensue.

-bookstore AU: Bucky runs a book shop and Sam is the adorable regular who always come in looking for books about birds. Natasha and Steve plot to get these two book loving dorks together.

-beauty and the beast au: In the castle in the hills above Sam’s village, there is a monster, one that nearly killed his friend, Steve. Sam goes into the hills, looking for the beast, only to find the brutal creature from the stories is a cursed prince, bond into a beastly for of metal and flesh, confined to the castle. The one time prince is gruff and harsh, but more out of loneliness that cruelty, he was tricked and cursed by a foul wizard. Sam befriends the creature and slowly begins to thaw his cold heart. When the wizard calls on the beast to kill Sam, the beast fights his hold. Alexander Pierce, a wealthy magistrate in their little town, can not have the secret of his sorcery or the cursed beast he’s been hiding in the hills to do his bidding found out. He sends Rumlow and his goons to kill the beast and drag Sam back, dead or alive. Steve, Natasha and Peggy fight with Sam to save the beast and they live happily ever after because I am a sap.

-Harry Potter Au: Sam is an Auror in charge of dealing with former death eaters. He sees a lot of scum come through his office, ready to spit of him for his muggle born parentage. But Bucky Barnes is not like something he’s ever seen before, a werewolf, and one of the worst cases of unforgivable curse working and dark magic he’s ever seen. During the war, Barnes was at the beck and call of a death eater named Pierce, controlled through the use of the cruciatus and imperius curses. When Barnes lost an arm, a death eater named Zola, crafter him a new metal one and experimented with the implementation on Barnes, given the werewolves heard nature and natural ability to heal. Sam, and his fellow Aurora’s Steve and Natasha, try and create a case to keep the tortured young wizard out of Azkaban and away from the death eaters. 

-meet ugly aus: Seriously though. I am always here for this. Sam gets Bucky’s elbow to the face in a mosh pit and Bucky apologizes profusely as he helps him clean up in the bathroom. Bucky get super drunk and wakes up in Sam’s apartment and thinks who is this damn fine man making me eggs because i don’t think i slept with him but I’m kind of too hungover to know and afraid to ask. Sam and Bucky sitting outside on the curb after a bar fight and introducing themselves. Sam and Bucky hungover, stranded and forced to share a table at a waffle house. All the met ugly. All of them. 

to be updated as i think of things i guess

[demonicvulcan]

Sambucky week: Day 7

little itty bitty baby birdies

[givemeunicorns]

Finding Bucky

I am so late to this party but yeah here is some sambucky feels for you

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Winter Soldier. Asset. Sgt. Barnes. James. Bucky.

He was all of them at once or maybe none of them, he didn't know. He picked at the bed of his nails, already abused too bleeding from his constant nervous movement and the dry cold of a DC autumn. People moved around him without so much as a glance. He might as well have been another park bench. He stuffed his human hand in his pocket and waited. He was hungry, at least he thought so. Needs like sleep, hunger, thirst, he'd forgotten what they felt like. Hydra kept him at peak operating order, they were never things he had to care for himself, but some very basic human part of him recognized the needs as they arouse. Sometimes he still forgot though. Forgot to eat until the moment where his hands got shaky, forgot to sleep until he almost dozed off on the subway, forgot that long hours spend in the rain with no shelter was not something that could be sustained for long. But he was surviving.

Wilson's new car was red. The old one, the one he had ripped the steering wheel out of and sent skidding down the highway, had been black. Red looked right for him though, when he climbed out the passenger door, like if the world were color coded Sam Wilson would be filed under a red label. He always met the blonde woman for coffee every other Tuesday. He'd been friends with her brother, Riley. They talked off him often, they always sounded rather sad. He sometimes wondered if this Riley had been one of his missions too. He didn't remember all of them. He didn't know how many people he'd actually killed.

The wind picked and turned up his shoulders against it, pulling a battered paper back out of the pack he carried. Sometimes the words were still hard for him, like trying to read a language he'd half forgotten. Mostly though, the book served it's purpose, discouraging people from talking to him and making him seem like any other unassuming city dweller. His clothes were second hand, rough and utilitarian, but clean and whole. He hide behind his hair, long but washed and trimmed, and mostly hidden under his ball cap. He was every other scruffy thirty something in this city. The uniform was different, but he was still a ghost.

And yet, somehow, Sam Wilson saw him. Looked right over the hood of his red car and spotted him. His heart clenched up. Sam Wilson was the only degree of separation between him and Steve, between him and SHIELD, what it was now. Fear was a wild beast, one he still wasn't sure how to compute after so long having it beaten out of him. But right now, he was afraid. He lived or died by Sam Wilson's hand, a man he'd tried to kill more than once.

He held Wilson's gaze, though every fiber of his being was telling him to look at the ground, look at his boots. Submit. Comply. That was Hydra's way. Instead he blinked and swallowed hard, only to see Sam Wilson's face soften into an expression he didn't know how to read. Wilson shut the car door, and turned back inside the coffee shop.

He let out a long breath and his muscles tensed. Should he run? He couldn't see Wilson through the windows. He could be calling the Captain, he could be The Widow, are a million different other forms of back up. He could be setting up to have him chained up, hauled off, locked up, and put down. He was pretty sure the feeling bubbling in his stomach was fear but he couldn't get his legs under him to bolt. His brain was screaming at him to flee, to hide, but there was some piece of him that questioned. Sam Wilson had been tracking him for a while and never made a move to harm him, though it was clear enough he had reason to.

Five minutes later, Wilson exited the shop, a styrofoam cup in each hand. His chest unwound a fraction, but Sam Wilson walked passed his fitting red car and crossed the street. His spine stiffened but Wilson stopped on the side walk, just out of arms reach. His brows furrowed, Sam carried a knife in  a sheath, tucked down the back of his jeans, but never carried a gun and his hands were immobilized by the cups. It was such a short distance to lunge across, to wrap his metal fingers around the other man's throat. All it would take was a few seconds to have his hand on his own knife before Sam Wilson could get to his own and they both knew it. The choice was deliberate, carrying the coffee like a peace offering. Sam Wilson was showing him a display of trust.

He let his shoulders relax, reaching down to tuck his book in to his pack, leaned over his knees and made himself small. Wilson offered him something close to a smile.

“Mind if I sit? I brought coffee.”