Mar 16, 2018
PERSON A LOOKING AT PERSON B WHILE PERSON B DOESN’T KNOW IS THE TROPE I DIE FOR
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PERSON A LOOKING AT PERSON B WHILE PERSON B DOESN’T KNOW IS THE TROPE I DIE FOR
buckynat: Nat brushing Bucky's hair
Natasha’s been at it for at least forty minutes, the gentle motions of her hands soothing to her. They’ve had a tough mission that lasted over three weeks, most of the team had to spend a couple days at the hospital wing, Natasha herself grappling with a broken foot from a huge piece of debris falling directly on it. She’s glad for the time to decompress.
Bucky’s sitting on the floor, cross-legged, his head resting on Natasha’s thigh. She’s gently brushing his hair, and he’s fallen asleep almost immediately on her. Not that she minds at all.
The TV is on in the background, all but forgotten, but a loud sound from something or other comes from it, and startles Bucky awake.
“It’s just the TV, James. Go back to sleep.” Natasha says.
“I fall asleep?” He asks blearily, looking up at her. “That’s a first.”
Nat chuckles, one of her hands still in Bucky’s hair, just lovingly stroking it now, the brush set on the couch. She notices a shiver on his skin, and playfully tugs at the hair at the base of his skull, satisfied at the groan she gets out of him. They’re both too tired, though, and the exchange is more light teasing than anything else.
They go quiet again, and Bucky nuzzles into Natasha’s soft thigh again, and she picks the brush back up, making sure to carefully but firmly run it over his scalp as well as hair like a massage, and every time she does Bucky lets out a tiny moan of contentment.
“Why a—” Bucky starts, interrupted by a yawn, “Why ‘you so good at this?” He gets out, his metal hand absentmindedly playing with her toes on the floor. She gets a really good scratch right behind his ear that makes his whole body melt further into her before answering.
“You’re the one who taught me, remember?”
He does remember. It was back in the Red Room days, when her red hair was still long. It would get tangly and caught on things from all of her jumping and spinning around, and Bucky one day caught her nearly ripping the entire thing off with a ratty comb. So he sat down with her and gently undid the knots and tangles, making Natasha wonder how he could’ve been so good at such a task.
He didn’t know it at the time, but certain things are ingrained on you so deep, nothing can get them out; the muscle memory remains. Growing up, after his mother died, it was his duty to care for his little sister Becca, and that included brushing her blonde, curly hair.
Another Buckynat scene I need to happen:
It’s set as they are training, probably in Wakanda in a normal gym. They have just finished sparing and Natasha ended up on the floor.
“Why are you holding back?” Bucky asked, panting.
“I’m not,” she said accepting his hand.
“You’re lying.”
“Well I don’t want to hurt you.”
Bucky frowned, “Why not?”
Natasha looked puzzled, “Why would I want to do that?”
“I shot you!” He exclaimed, “twice.”
“That wasn’t you.”
“Yes, it was. I pulled the trigger. Not Hydra or Pierce, me… I nearly killed you on multiple occasions. Just hate me! At least it won’t feel like you’re faking it.”
Natasha moved to stand in front of him,“Listen to me. You cant hold that to yourself because it will eat you alive. You may not believe it but no one here blames you for what happened.”
“You should,” he said meeting her gaze.
“Targeting the victim, shifting the blame, isn’t something we do here. Dont think for one second im here because Rogers asked me to babysit you. I am here because I know what its like to be used. To be fed propaganda and think you’re doing the right thing. When I joined SHIELD I thought everyone hated me for what I had done. It took me a while to figure out they didn’t. I know it’s hard to believe but they don’t.
You can get a fresh start here. You’re not Bucky, at least not the one Steve remembers no matter how hard you try. You’re not the Winter Soldier, the cold blooded killer Hydra wanted you to be. You’ll figure out who you are and there are people who don’t have second agenda’ s, who want to help you. You are not the first. Yes, the memories will haunt you,” she pauses, breathing out slowly, “They wont go away. But living with the weight won’t either. You need to forgive yourself because we already have. And if you need us to tell you that everyday till you believe it yourself, we will. I. Will. Never. Hate. You. Because of what they made you do.”
Bucky looked down, blinking rapidly. Natasha’s arms raised slightly. Suddenly he engulfed her in a hug, their heads resting on each other’s shoulder’s. “I promise,” she whispered, burying her head into his neck.
Bru*asha
OH MY GOD I HATE THAT SHIP! LIKE WHERE DID WHEDON PULL THIS OUT OF HIS ASS!
AND IT HAD NO CHEMISTRY. WHAT HAPPENED TO THEY OBVIOUSLY FUCKED IN BUDHAPEST CLINTASHA?!?!?!?!
Send me a character or a ship that you don’t like for whatever reason (explanation optional) and I’ll tell you whether I agree or disagree!
tashabucky replied to your post: i understand red sparrow is based off the book by...
Apparently he’s a former CIA agent but come the fuck on like he couldn’t possibly have gotten all of that from his work ayawgdted
this is true and i bet he kept marvel comics at his desk, hidden in the bottom drawer.
russian ballerina turned assassin (really???) and was trained at the sparrow school (red room???)
honestly, i’m inclined to check out the book because it actually sounds like something i would enjoy. after all, i love black widow fanfiction
BuckyNat Week: Domestic Tuesday
Winter Soldier #10
Bucky’s mind was a whirlwind of memories, the RV, the bomb, Natasha jumping onto the motorcycle and taking off in the opposite direction. He punched harder and harder into the bag trying to drown out the guilt, the worry, the heartache.
He knew she was still alive. Leo clearly wanted her for something but they had no leads. Natasha had been gone for days. It was tearing him apart.
He glanced out the window and punched even harder. It was raining…
“Can you believe this crap?” Bucky had said throwing a casual arm around Nat’s shoulder and pulling her close. “One afternoon off in a whole month and we get this?”
“Oh come on.” She smiled as they circled around a particularly large puddle. “You fought nazis James. Don’t go whining about a little rain.”
“If I have to compare everything to fighting nazis, I won’t get to complain about anything.”
They stopped in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower and she looked up in wonder.
“I like the rain.” She sighed. “The way it sounds on the umbrella, they way the air feels..”
A light breeze lifted the hair around her face and Bucky swore he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. Smiling back at her, he took Natasha’s face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers.
“Man you are such a girl sometimes.” Bucky said through a chuckle.
“You say that like its a bad thing.” She said tickling his cheeks with her eyelashes.
“It isn’t.. believe me.” He said before closing the distance between their lips.
Bucky fell back from his punching bag, hands resting on his knees, gasping for air. His chest ached at the memory. Their perfect rainy day in Paris. He willed himself to keep it together. This was the only training facility on the helicarrier. He didn’t need Steve, or worse Clint, to walk in on him falling apart on the sweaty gym floor.
Can you please point me in the direction of where Seb said on some Comic Con that Bucky needs to figured out things with Black Widow in Infinity War. Specifically this line about infinity War and sorting out things with Nat.
I’m sorry! I can’t find anything in my initial search. I vaguely remember this happening but I’m not sure which panel it was.
Can anyone help out anon here?
tashabucky replied to your post “gary oldman haters can catch these hands”
Ok but what's this I'm hearing about DV charges??? Like not trying to start anything but I'm getting such mixed messages on my dash lmao!!
ok so i used to legit be a gary oldman blog in like 2012-2013 right and i looked into all of that along with other fansite owners i befriended at the time
basically, according to actual public records from california i believe (which is free for everyone to access), the wife that accused him of dv was actually lying. they went on trial and there was a lengthy investigation abt it and apparently she faked her bruises and stuff with makeup, and the whole story got so crazy that gary ended up with full custody of their 2 kids, and she was only allowed to occasionally visit the kids with supervision from the state but the kids didn’t even want to see her and they don’t have a relationship to this day
then looking further into it she had dated david fincher before gary and fincher has briefly talked abt life w her being a living hell bc of her drug/alcohol addiction and she accused him of the same stuff she accused gary and the court had also given the full the custody of her kid with fincher to him
so like.............. two stories with two diff guys that ended up having the same result? it’s not like she accused on guy and he denied it and that was that and it’s a he said/she said situation. so idk that’s the info i have