#steve roge

[mercuryriver]

Interlude pt 2.5

Part 1  Part 2

Word Count: 1611

Genre: Angst 

Summary: A little insight into what Steve is thinking 

Pairing: Steve x reader

It had been a whole week since you left, and Steve was determined to at least find you. He already spent the first day in your room, hoping that you would change your mind and come walking through that door and he could throw himself at your feet and beg for forgiveness. The second day was spent pretty much doing the same but also spamming your phone with calls and messages, asking you to come back, apologizing, asking you to give him another shot. He knew that you wouldn’t want to see him, but he wanted to know that you were okay. You’d taken off with the duffel bag full of your clothes and some personal trinkets, telling Tony that you needed a break. Tony would have sent the entire iron legion out to find you if he didn’t know where you were, and Wanda and Nat also weren’t worrying, so Steve had spent the third day trying to convince them to tell him where you were so he could make sure you were safe. Of course, they had to respect your space and not tell him, but Steve could see the guilt when Wanda denied him. He tried looking for you at all your old haunts, your old apartment before you moved in to the compound, hotels, Strange’s headquarters, the diner, etc. No luck. Were you even in the country? The same planet? The same realm? He cursed the fact that you had completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. 

He was going to try and get some answers. He head into your bathroom to shower, opting to use your shampoo while he was at it. He really missed you. All he could feel while you were gone was heart wrenching pain and guilt. He tried convincing himself that he deserved this, considering he had promised that he wouldn’t let you down this time, but he did, and now you were gone. What if you decided to retire? What about the mission you had wanted to go on the next month? The one that Bucky had asked you to come with along with Steve and Sam to one of Hydra’s bases? If you came, would you even want to talk to him? 

He shook his head to clear the cloud of doubt in his head, something he had picked up  from you. He wasn’t just going to wait to find out. He should find you. He sighed. Every time he thought of you, his heart ached, and honestly, it was difficult to stop thinking about you. He didn’t realize the impact you had on his life until now. Usually, if he was feeling down, it didn’t take long for you to find him in your room, laying in your bed and hugging your pillows before you joined him, spooning him from the back even though you looked like a ridiculously tiny backpack on the back of his giant frame. If he slept past dinner, usually you’d either wake him up or save him some dinner. It was cliche, but the bed was so much colder with you gone.

He got changed into a shirt and jeans before walking out of your room before he caught a whiff of something familiar, and warm, and comforting. His heart rate picked up and Steve practically sprinted to the living room before he found Bucky curled up on the couch, his hair tied up into short tail as he bit into a chocolate muffin, watching two teens crying in a hospital. 

“ Buck?” Steve whispered and Bucky shot up, knocking a whole paper bag off his stomach and onto the floor, a couple of muffins rolling out on the ground. 

“ Steve, I can explain. Parker told me to watch this movie- Steve hadn’t even noticed Bucky was tearing from watching the movie. He was merely staring at the two gigantic muffins larger than his entire fist that had rolled out from the paper bag. You’d baked muffins for him before, and it smelled exactly like that. And you’d always made them bigger because Bucky and Steve could wolf down the muffins like they were nothing. No matter how much Steve told you that you didn’t have to since muffins were unhealthy, it never stopped you from making them, and it didn’t stop him from scarfing them down. 

“ Bucky where did you get those?” Steve whispered. Bucky paused the movie, reaching down to pick up the muffins and place them back in the paperbag. 

“ I got them at the cafe downstairs. They’re really fucking good,” Bucky smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Steve could tell that Bucky was lying, and Bucky knew that Steve knew. It was undeniable that Bucky had gotten them from you. And that means Bucky either knew where you were, or that Bucky still had some way of contacting you. The fact that you’d still be willing to let Bucky into your life but not Steve, it stung and Steve wanted to lie on your back and fold himself up and just pretend that none of this had happened. It felt like ever since you left, someone had left a vice on his heart, tightening it every time he thought of you. 

Steve just nodded before he forced a smile at his best friend. You and Bucky had been close, and he completely understood that you couldn’t sever your ties to Bucky, and that you wouldn’t be cruel enough to make Bucky choose between you and Steve.

“ Is she doing okay?” Steve whispered, wringing his hands together as he sat down next to Bucky on the couch, staring at the paper bag of muffins. Bucky let out a long sigh, stuffing the remainder of his muffin in his mouth, just so he’d have time to consider what he was going to say as he wiped the tears from his face. Of course you missed him, in fact you’d looked like you hadn’t gotten enough sleep in a long while, but you hadn’t wanted Steve to know. You didn’t say anything to Bucky about Steve or when you’d be back, you hadn’t asked about him either. It was only right he didn’t ask you either. 

“ She’s coping,” Bucky finally sighed, glancing at Steve every now and then nervously. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked to bring so many muffins home. Steve didn’t say anything, his glacier blue eyes fixed on the bag of muffins in front of him. Bucky frowned, turning the tv off and turning to face his best friend, pulling Steve’s shoulder so he’d face him. 

“ Look, you can’t just keep moping around like this, it’s not like you,” Bucky frowned. “ You need to get up off your ass, and do something.” He could barely hear the last part as Steve groaned and threw his hands up in the air. 

“ I can’t! I just can’t Buck,” Steve got up, kicking the couch back. “ I try to work and I think about how I pushed her away because of work. I don’t work and well… I don’t exactly have a lot to do.” Steve shrugged before running a hand through his hair, frustrated. He did everything with you. You’d brought him to museums, brought him to art galleries and libraries to do research and catch up on the time that had passed. You had brought him to the movies and introduced him back into the world. In fact, Bucky reconnecting with Steve had been made easier as Bucky told you more about Steve in the past, and you’d told Bucky what he was like now. You had made everything so much easier for him. He couldn’t do anything without thinking about you. 

“ Then find something new to do! Get a dog, get a cat, maybe even get a fucking hamster if that’s what you want but you can’t just keep lazing around back home like this. If Y/n were here she’d think you’re being ridiculous,” Bucky frowned, getting up and snatching up the muffins and bringing them to the kitchen. Steve groaned again before clawing at his face. 

“ Well she’s not here, is she?” Steve growled, the deep sound reverberating in his chest as he glared at his best friend. Bucky rolled his eyes before scoffing. He knew that Steve was practically harmless to him. No doubt, Steve could beat him up if he wanted to, but he knew Steve wouldn’t. He just missed you a lot. 

“ No, she’s not. And can you do anything?” Bucky slammed the fridge shut before taking out a jug of orange juice. “ Face it pal, you fucked up, Y/n left, but she’s going to come back, eventually, but she’ll come back. So are you just going to keep sulking or are you actually going to get shit done so you can spend time with her when she comes back?” Steve sat on the bar stool, still glaring at Bucky. The only reason he was mad at Bucky was because he was right. There wasn’t anything he could do now. You weren’t here now, and he had already messed up and there wasn’t much he could do. You didn’t want to be found, which meant he probably won’t be able to find you even if he tried. The only thing he could do now was wait for you to come home, and get work done. If you didn’t want him always working when you were around, why should he stop when you were gone, only to continue again when you were back? He had to keep going, but the only thing that would keep him going was hoping that one day, you’d come back.

[forcewakens]

Avengers Infinity War: Endgame

[goddessvicky]

In My Veins

In My Veins by Goddessvicky / QueenVee1 Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Rating: Explicit - For all the swears and smut Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Wordcount: Total is over 100K Tags: WinterShieldShock, Stucky, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Everyone is Poly because Avengers, Pining, Drama, Humor, Polyamory, Angst, Tony Stark has a Heart, Awesome Darcy Lewis, All The Swears, Smut, Slow Burn, Framily, Non Stop Pop Culture References, Darcy uses sarcasm as a weapon, PTSD, Choking, PTSD Flashbacks, OT3, Found Family, All The Avengers need therapy, character study, Post Civil War Fix It, Pre Infinity War, Non Infinity War compliant, Sex

                            For The Captain America Big Bang!

Chapter Twenty-Four: Open

The second Darcy pushed through the front door, she could tell something was up. Bucky and Steve were both sitting at the dining room table, their hands resting on top, as if they'd been waiting for her. She froze in the open doorway, fumbling when her bag slipped down her shoulder, saving it from crashing to the floor by only inches. When she looked back up at the boys, their eyes had widened in surprise and they were doing their best not to laugh at her. "Who died?"

Bucky's lips lifted at Darcy's frazzled appearance, remembering that she'd had to rush out of the house that morning, their AM activities having made her late. Not that Bucky cared. She'd been working so hard on everything, and if Stark wanted to give her a hard time, Bucky'd have no problem telling the tech genius to back off. Luckily it seemed that Stark was willing to accommodate her tardiness. "I count the three of us, doll. That's everyone."

"Fine. Who did something that could possibly result in one of our deaths?"

Steve couldn't help the smile that climbed on his face, rising slowly from the table so he could hold a hand out toward Darcy. "No deaths, just a surprise."

Darcy's head cocked to the side, her eyes narrowing softly. "Is the surprise someone dead?" When Steve rolled his eyes at her, Darcy dropped her bag on the table and extended her hand. She let out a gasp when Steve tugged on it hard enough that she smacked into his chest, eyes widening as they blinked up at him.

Even though they'd spent the morning together, satisfying the urges that hummed between them, Steve had learned early on that his appetite for Darcy and Bucky was insatiable. The surprise they'd constructed for Darcy had been so simple, but he felt his stomach flutter in anticipation, hoping she didn't find it stupid. "No one has suffered bodily harm for this surprise."

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YES BABY 

THIS IS MY A TEAM 

[thearchdemongreatlydisapproves]

How to Introduce your best friend to your boyfriend for dummies

Your comments and likes gave me life, thank you so much! Your interest literally kickstarted me into a 5-days long writing haze, from which this fluff was born. This is the fastest I've ever came up with a story and then WROTE IT! The usual warnings. Un-betaed, all mistakes are still mine, do not own Marvel, etc. I was trying to post it as quickly as possible, so there might be some mistakes I've missed. I hope you enjoy it!

This is a sequel to this

Bucky just wanted for Tony and Steve to meet. He imagined numerous times how this could go, the two of the most important people in his live chatting a little, getting to know each other, preferably in a cozy hipster coffee that Tony would hate on a principle and Steve would love for the same reasons.

You have to be careful what you wish for, because it might just happen. Just not the way you imagined.

“Damn, Barnes, you went all out for lil’ ol’ me today. Is it a special occasion?” Clint gasped mockingly. “Did I miss our anniversary?”

Bucky didn’t grace him with a verbal answer and just flipped him off. He looked damn good so fuck ‘em. He closed the door in the Birdbrains face, but he could still hear his cackling outside. Why were his friends such assholes? OK, he WAS one of the asshole friends, but still.

“Don’t pay attention to Clint. I accidentally let him drink too much wine. It’ll wear off,” Steve called out from the kitchen. A few moments later, he appeared at the door separating their living room from the kitchen. His cheeks an the tips of his ear were a rosy red colour, which could only mean that he had been drinking the cooking wine along with Clint. Steve was nearly impossible to outdrink and Bucky could count on the fingers on one hand the times Steve had actually gotten drunk. Nevertheless, his pale Irish skin was always sure way to know if he was “cooking” with wine. The blond stared at him and he could see the moment the switch flipped in Steve’s mind.

“Wow, Bucky, how did you do that?”

He hadn’t actually done anything, truly, it was all Tony’s handwork. Bucky usually didn’t have the patience to do anything with his hair, except tying it out of his face, when he was working. But, apparently, Tony could braid. Like, he could braid really good. He had told him, while putting up and away the top section of his hair for later, about the wife of his butler and the main cook for the family, Anna, who had started all of this by showing little restless Tony how to make a classic braid. And Tony had took up on it like fish to water.

Now, Bucky was spotting a big, weird and tangly braid, that somehow looked awesome, on the top his head, with a few smaller- Dutch braids, was it?- on his temples and hanging behind his ears. Both Tony and Natasha had been calling him Lagertha the whole time after that, while Tony was braiding the Russian’s long, red hair in a “Cersei” look. In the end, both he and Natasha were both rocking the hairstyles, thank you very much.

Knowing that your current date was bros with your ex was a little awkward. Receiving your ex’s blessing to date their “cinnamon roll” was even more so (a little sweet too, but no one needed to know he thought that.)

“Tony did it. Do you like it?” the bait was on and he could see some brain activity flashing through the blond’s eyes. It was time for him to tell Steve about his amazing boyfriend of almost three and a half months.

“Who’s Tony?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.

Deep breaths, Barnes. He really hoped this could work.

“Alright, punk, sit your ass down. I’m gonna tell you a story.” Bucky waited until Steve joined him on the couch and started, “Remember that time I made pancakes at 3 in the morning and I had to run to the store? Well, I didn’t tell you the whole thing.”

“So... let me get this straight. You, in all your sleep – deprived glory, hooked up with a fella who fell down with a shelf, using only cheesy pick up lines, which let me say, we’re atrocious. Am I right?”

“In a nutshell? Yeah.”

“Oh my God, jerk, how do you always get in situations like this?” Steve groaned out, falling backwards on the couch cushion in a dramatic manner.

“In my defence, I didn’t realize that woman was hitting on me,” he really didn’t think Steve needed to know about what happened after he left them to get to know each other. The lady had a quite a few reactions when she saw his arm. He might personally hunt her down and Bucky did not want the drama. “Do you feel like going down memory lane too? The old lady at Walmart?”

He saw the pillow coming and he totally deserved it, but everything was fair in love and war. Even handsy old bats.

“Goddammit Buck, that was not funny at all! It was scarring for life! I can’t look at Mrs. Butterworth anymore!”

“Aww, don’t worry, Peggy will kiss it better.”

Like on command, Steve’s face went a beautiful tomato shade. The blond shoved him lightly, which made Bucky shove back, which led to them tackling each other with muffled laughter. After a few moment they sat back down on their respective seats, breathless and reminding themselves that they were grown–ass adults and not childish 5-year-olds.

And then, the awkward silence settled.

“...Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

And there it was, the hundred buck question. Bucky knew it was coming, but it still made him feel so unsure.

“Because I was afraid... It just felt too good to be true,” Bucky breathed in deeply and looked back at Steve. “I’m… not the same since the accident. You know it, I know it, Hell, even Clint knows it, because he's a snooping asshole. I can’t do this whole love ‘em and leave ‘em anymore. Fuck, I can’t even speak to other human beings most of the days. And I know sometimes you wish I hadn’t changed so much since the accident,” Steve looked like a kicked puppy at this part and he was physically holding back from saying something. Nevertheless, he kept quiet, which was good enough.

“I understand, sometimes I want it just as much as you, but it can’t happen. I see how you perk up every time I seem even mildly interested in someone. But nothing good ever comes out of it and I’m never ready enough.” Bucky smiled lightly when he thought about the bright beautiful man he was dating, “With Tony it’s easy. It feels right.”

Suddenly, the heavy silence that followed his words felt tense, oppressive. Steve was staring at him with an unreadable expression and furrowed brows. Just when Bucky had started twitching with discomfort Steve asked, “How does he make you feel?”

Bucky didn’t hesitate, “Alive.” The blond nodded for him to keep going. “Tony’s so bright, Stevie, like the sun and there’s so much life in him. He will cross the street to pet a stray dog or cat. And Tony is brilliant, like Einstein level of brilliant, I think he graduated MIT with honours.”

He was getting off – track and Steve was already smirking knowingly. “You’re so whipped, Buck.”

Ok.

That he did not expect. In fact, he could feel his cheeks warming up and Steve’s smiled even harder.

“Fuck off, punk!” he exclaimed.

“No, it’s cute. I’ve never seen you so heart-eyed. I bet if Tony flutters his eyelashes at you he can make you do anything.”

“I mean, he does have pretty eyelashes, but not as pretty as his ass-”

Steve threw another pillow at him. What was he, a friggin’ child?

“You’re ruining the moment, jerk!”

“What moment? There was no moment!”

“Yes, there was,” Steve singsonged. Bucky flipped him off.

“So... When do I get to meet Tony?” the blond asked. Yep, it was time for Steve to meet his boyfriend.

It was definitely not the time for Steve to meet Tony.

Steve shouldn’t have been back so soon and yet here he was. With a fucking frozen pack of beans pressed to his face on top of it all.

And Tony? Tony was making breakfast which was kind of hilarious, because he was in the home of the biggest and tallest troll of them all. Currently, he was trying to reach for the sugar and it really wasn’t working.

Bucky let himself admire Tony in all of his sleep – soft glory and unruly thick hair.

His boyfriend could buy any fashion store he wanted, but if there was one thing Bucky learned about him, it was that he was the biggest clothes stealer out there. It was his way of claiming his humans, he was sure. And Bucky gladly let him get away with it, because the sight of Tony in his over-sized hoodies did funny things to him. In fact, right now he was wearing one of the aforementioned hoodies and a pair of rolled up sweatpants, his feet bare against the floor. Steve, the asshole, wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement behind the frozen pack.

“The Hell?” he asked eloquently.

“’Morning, sweet cheeks, I’m making you food so you better appreciate it. It must be illegal for someone to be awake that early,” Tony turned around to mock – glare at him before blowing him a kiss and reaching for the eggs, which were conveniently put on the highest shelf. “I think it was mentioned in the Declaration of Independency or something.”

This was Tony for you, before noon.

Bucky lifted his eyebrows, “You should ask Steve about that, doll. He memorised it word by word.”

The blond turned to glare back at him and gracefully saluted him with a certain finger. He quietly sat at the table, staring at his best friend and boyfriend quietly talking. Talking! What the fuck?

“So... what’s up with the shiner? And why are you back so early?” he finally asked Steve and grinned. “I thought you were going to stay at Peggy’s for a little longer, you know.”

“Fuck off, jerk, I was actually helping her with the repairs!” It never got old how Steve’s whole face will go red at even the mention of the amazing (and terrifyingly competent) British woman.

“Do you actually believe she would need help for that? She’s probably ten times better at fixing her sink than you, punk.”

Bucky laughed when his best friend glared at him, before promptly turning red as well, because Tony had pecked him on the check, while shoving a mug of fresh coffee in his hands. “Cut him some slack, babe, he’s one of the slow – blooming,” the shorter brunet smiled devilishly before chugging back his own cup of scalding coffee, goddamnit Tony!

“Your boyfriend has a mean swing too,” Steve mumbled still hiding his red face.

“What?”

“In my defence, he snuck up on me!”

“I didn’t! I was loud enough, you were just half - asleep!”

Wait, what?

“Tony, did you hit Steve?” he finally asked.

“Yes, yes he did.” There were no bad feelings in Steve’s tone and his eyes twinkled with humour. “He was drowsily trudging around the kitchen in your clothes with a pan in hand and I tapped him on the shoulder to ask him if he was Tony. Apparently, he hadn’t heard me coming in so he just jumped and fuckin’ yowled before hitting me square in the face with a pan.”

“Fuck off, Rogers, I thought you were a thief or- or an axe murderer, you just appeared from thin air!”

“You fuckin’ yowled-”

“Language!”

“How the fuck did you even yowl? I’ve never though I will hear such a noise comin’ from a human!”

“Shove it, Rogers!”

Bucky burst out laughing, because this? This was unbelievable. He had called Tony yesterday because he was feeling like shit and his boyfriend had appeared in his apartment, chattering about how shitty the door locks were and how the three boxes of pizza he was carrying were melting the skin on his hands. They put on LOTR trilogy and spent the night cuddling. He never thought this would lead here.

Bucky looped an arm around his boyfriend and drew him in for a deep kiss. But, of course, give Tony an inch and he’ll take a mile, quickly turning the mostly chaste kiss into a filthy one that definitely wasn’t for Steve’s eyes. Who was still there, coughing away to remind them of his presence.

Spoilsport.

Tony stepped, looking dishevelled. “Spoilsport,” he pouted, repeating Bucky’s thought.

“It is my pleasure,” the blond looked at Bucky.

“Just so you know, I’m not kissing you too.”

God, he loved those assholes.

[autumnrose40]

Chris Evans-Candyman

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[lun3lla]

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