#todowhatwasright

[sxrgeantbarnes]

“I want to spend all night learning every sound you make.“

@todowhatwasright​ || sinday prompt

His head fell heavily onto the pillow under him, eyes staring up at Steve, bright with arousal. “Jesus.” He shivered, reaching out to grab Steve’s cheek and pull him down for another kiss. They’ve been at it for a while, his own lips felt sensitive from necking like teenagers on the couch for an hour before finally moving things into the bedroom. Still way too overdressed, in his opinion. “I’ll make any sound you wanna hear if you take your damn clothes off.” He muttered, pulling at Steve's shirt— as if he wasn’t going to spend the night mewling out his name regardless.

[giveninservice]

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He’s at the museum again. 

This is the third time this week he’s found himself back at the exhibit, a decision which has the tactical part of his brain screaming at him, because the last thing he should be doing right now is become predictable. It’s only been six weeks since the Triskelion, and there are still parties out there looking for him. He’s already dispatched several, tore down a base or two for good measure, and yet he keeps coming back to the exhibit.

He spends close to twenty minutes staring at the section where a lifesize version of his face looks back at him. The hair is cropped short, and the clothing is different, but there is no denying that it’s his face. The plaque lists him as James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes, childhood best friend of Captain America. He doesn’t feel like Bucky, but there’s part of him that feels he could perhaps be James.

He spends longer on a different section though, a section including pictures of a small, skinny, Steve Rogers. That part is the most familiar, and if he concentrates, he can recall wheezing breaths, a stubborn attitude, cleaning bloodied knuckles.

Now he feels someone watching him.

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@todowhatwasright​ continued from x

“You’re supposed to call for backup,” Sharon argued as she ​finished bandaging up the last remaining wounds.  “More importantly you’re supposed to tell someone before you just go running off like that.  No one knew where you were Steve!  You could have died- do you even understand that?”  

A frustrated sigh passes her lips as she moves throughout SHIELD’s infirmary, tossing the wrappers and antiseptics back where they belong before she turns, pinching the bridge of her nose.  “I won’t tell anyone- even though people are demanding answers.  But I need to know what the hell you were doing.  What happened Steve?”

[godveiined-a]

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omg she’d break him in half by just breathing in his direction

but cuteness! Giant 5′11 Amazonian Goddess and tiny Steeb who she would absolutely adore.

[rileymcdaniels]

Riley stares into the fridge and wonders if scrubbing it down is necessary. It’s not dirty, and she did clean out a few containers of leftovers so Steve will be able to have half of the space, but she’s not sure. She contemplates long enough for her palms to sweat, and she closes the fridge with a disgusted noise. 

She straightens the throw blanket on the back of the sofa and checks, one more time, that she’s made a copy of the key to the apartment, the building, and the mailbox. Yep, that’s been done for a week. She makes another disgusted noise as she tosses herself down on the couch. She hasn’t lived with a man since she left home over six years ago, and there’s a good reason for that. She’s made this space her own, it feels like home, but she doesn’t want to be the reason a friend of a friend doesn’t have a place to stay. 

She nearly jumps out of her skin when someone knocks on the door, despite the fact she’s been expecting it. She rolls off the couch and onto her feet and straightens her sweatshirt as she walks to the door.

She takes a last, bracing breath and opens the door with a hesitant smile. “Hey, uh, Steve, right? Come on in.” She steps out of the way and holds the door, sweeping a hand out to usher him in.

[imxthexhandler]

Help me understand

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todowhatwasright:

    “It’s not that big a deal, Amelia.” Steve Rogers has mastered and greatly improved on many skills he’s put his mind to but able to successfully hide his troubled expression is yet to be one of them.

Amelia almost frowned, looking to him sincerely. "...Then, would you mind looking me in the eye, Captain, and telling it to my face?" she challenged him, her tone polite. "I can't assist you if you don't let me know what's wrong..."

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[precise-desolation]

A New Normal

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Bucky was still getting used to the chaos. Living with Steve and Sam had been an adjustment. Not a bad one, but an adjustment nonetheless. He was beginning to remember more and more about his previous life with Steve. Including just what their relationship had entailed.

Sam had been both a surprise and not. Obviously, Bucky had known about Steve’s own inclinations. What had been more surprising was finding that Sam had been willing to allow Bucky a place in his and Steve’s relationship. But it had been a very welcome surprise.

And that was how they found themselves here. In the post mission chaos that only a couple of superheros and their live-in ex-Soviet assassin could manage. It had been a long few days, and Bucky was just glad they were all home and mostly in one piece.

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@todowhatwasright​ || things done with hair prompt

He would have flinched were it any other person. He would have stopped a hand coming towards him before it even touched him– but this was Steve. Instead of wincing when he felt the whisper of fingers toying with his hair, it was his breath that stopped. Not for the first time in their very long lives, Steve managed to steal his air with a barely there touch. It was almost embarrassing, the way there was no contact being made with his skin, and yet goosebumps still crawled up his arms. Decades and decades later– nothing truly changes. “Should I,” He swallows, eyes meeting the blue of Steve’s, “Do you think it’s time for me to cut it?”