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[samwilsonbirthdaybang]

Sneak Peek: “We’re Living Like We’re Gods”

Always with the fucking underground bases, he thought even as his heart jumped into his throat and he began to fall. He flung out his hands, arms thudding against the grass, painfully jarring his entire body. His fingers twisted into the short blades, sinking slightly into the dirt and for a second he thought he had it, before the added weight of his wings dragged him down, fingers scrambling for something to grab onto, nails dragging rivulets through the grass as he slipped into the earth. It was pitch black as he fell, and with no other options, he slammed the button on his chest to activate his wings. They whirred to life, beginning to open, and he had another second’s worth of hope before they hit the sides of the tunnel with a horrifying screech, sparks flying around him and illuminating just how narrow it was. 

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Look for this fic and more during the Sam Wilson Birthday Bang, posting Sept 16 - Sept 30!!

[helahler]

Sam wasn’t sure what he’d expected when he’d signed on to join Steve in hunting down the Winter Soldier. After over a year with no sign of the other man, he was beginning to think they’d never find him, especially once Steve gets pulled back into Avengers business.

Sam was right. He doesn’t find Barnes.

Barnes finds him.

Aaaand here’s my second piece for the @samwilsonbirthdaybang, drawn for @stevespumpkinbooty‘s phenomenal fic, We’re Living Like We’re Gods. My first piece can be viewed here (along with my fangirling over this fic, because y’all, it’s so good.)

Process gif under the cut:

[squirrelstone]

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Bucky (after he gets cleaned up)

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll: Laura

Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Clint

Looks like they could kill you and could kill you: Natasha

[squirrelstone]

Some Mornings

“Do you even know how to knock?” Laura asked as she watched the bathroom door open in the mirror. Bucky slinked in, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply, his thumbs rubbing circles over her hips. Laura let him do so in silence for a moment before speaking again. “That bad, huh?”

Bucky nodded against her, his hands keeping her close. Everyone had been surprised to find out just how tactile he was—himself included. The Winter Soldier didn’t touch, didn’t feel. The only hands on him for seventy years were violent and invasive. Being able to touch, to hold, to be affectionate was like church to him. He was cleansed of his sins, of his past mistakes and wrongdoings.

He couldn’t find it in himself to speak. The Winter Soldier spoke so rarely that there were mornings where Bucky would wake up and be unable to speak for an hour. Psychosomatic, claimed the doctor, but that didn’t change the fact that he could greet the ones he loved with a ‘good morning’ or tell the kids to study hard before they went off to school or coo at Nathaniel and make him smile.

Laura turned in his arms, placing a hand on his cheek. “Do you need to go back to the doctor?” she asked, unsurprised when Bucky shook his head. She always offered when he couldn’t speak, and he always refused. Still, it was good for him to know he had options.

Bucky nuzzled against her hand before turning and kissing her palm.

Clint knocked on the door frame before walking in and grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste. There was a small smile on his face as he brushed his teeth, watching Laura and Bucky interact.

Laura let out a soft hum and left Bucky to turn on the shower. “Anyone want to join?” she asked.

“I do!” Natasha’s voice came from the bedroom.

A tiny laugh escaped Bucky, and he rolled his eyes. For the first time that day, he spoke. “I haven’t bothered knocking since I walked in on you and Nat in the barn.”