Updating the table, might as well make a new post. Here it is!
PLEASE NOTE: I welcome transformative works based off my fan works! If you create something based on my fanwork, there’s no need to notify or credit me beyond using the “Inspired by” link on AO3.
A note for fanbinders specifically:
Please only share non-editable typeset files (such as PDFs) with other fans. It’s okay to send typeset files to a service for printing. This blanket permission statement / transformative works statement was created with the help of the Fanworks Permission Statement Builder. You can create your own custom statement here: https://www.inklewriter.com/stories/115743!
I’ve been thinking about this for like a week sooooo pls consider this a smut prompt for u. Praise kink Bucky with dirty mouth Sam. I mean anywhere that’s not an active battle is grounds for Sam to whisper something filthy in Bucky’s ear, and it annoys the HELL out of everyone cause they know when it happens. You wanna know how they know? Bucky short circuits and his face is the color of raspberries and he’s practically in Sam’s lap whenever it happens
This is only a little smutty, sorry about that, but this got in my head and I had to write it! Also, ignore how this is 3 months late I hope you’re still here to read it, sorry!
Also on ao3
There's a little bit (and I mean a tiny bit) of feminization in here, so if that's not your jam, don't read!
—
Everyone thinks Peter is a kid. Well, I mean, yeah technically he only just turned eighteen, and yeah technically he’s the youngest Avenger by, at the lowest, ten years, and, at the highest, by eighty years (?? how does that work??), but he’s not that naïve. He knows what’s going on.
It goes like this. The Avengers are in a (very important) meeting right after a battle, getting chastised on their dumbass risky plans, all of them yearning to get home and clean off the dust and sweat and blood from their bodies. Peter is sitting in one of the high backed twirly office chairs, trying desperately to focus on how they’ve been “very very bad”, and “a danger to the city”, and trying not to spin the chair around in circles, and think about how he might ask MJ if she wants to get some ice cream after school tomorrow, and how he should maybe invite Ned? Or would that make it too awkward? Or would it be more awkward to have Ned not be there? Or maybe— Right. The meeting. Peter blinks heavily, and straightens in his chair.
A cleared throat across the table grabs his attention, and he glances over. Captain Wilson and Sergeant Barnes are sitting next to each other, Captain Wilson’s knee pressed into Sergeant Barnes’ thigh and his arm over the back of Sergeant Barnes’ chair. Peter can’t really tell who cleared their throat.
Captain Wilson is calm, cool, and collected, his flying goggles pushed to the top of his head and the white head of his suit pushed down around his neck. His shield (The Shield!!!) is balanced on the wall behind him. He looks friendly, if not intimidating, with a serious look on his face but his eyes sparkling.
Sergeant Barnes, in contrast, is in his usual all-black leather outfit, smeared black paint around his eyes, with a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow. Honestly, it scares the shit out of Peter. His metal arm is resting on the table in front of him, reflecting the lights from the ceiling and whirring occasionally as if to intentionally scare Peter more, and holy shit it’s working. He still vividly remembers the fight between him and Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson— then-Mr. Falcon— and how he almost beat them but then got his ass handed to him.
Honestly he thought that Captain Wilson and Sergeant Barnes hated each other, based on their ribbing at the airport, but looking at how close they are sitting now that issue seems to have been solved. Well, he thinks, because there is no expression on Sergeant Barnes’ face right now, other than vague anger. Captain Wilson looks positively gleeful though, a smirk flashing across his face as he leans over to whisper in Sergeant Barnes’ ear, and— oh my god.
Now there is definitely an expression on Sergeant Barnes’ face, and that expression is red. His whole face has suddenly just flushed a deep deep red. What the fuck?
Peter tries to turn off his super hearing as much as possible when he’s not patrolling, having heard way too many things he definitely should not have heard, but now he’s too curious to keep his hearing down low. He hesitantly widens his range of hearing, just enough for him to hear what Captain Wilson is whispering to Sergeant Barnes across the table.
“You look so pretty sittin there, Buck. I wish I could kiss you right here, in front of everyone.”
Peter almost gasps out loud. What the actual fuck was going on? Were Captain Wilson and Sergeant Barnes dating? Oh my god. Peter watches as Sergeant Barnes blushed, if possible, even redder, the tips of his ears almost glowing. With the black eye makeup and his dark blush, his eyes were an even bluer-blue than they were before. A tiny pleased smile flickers on Sergeant Barnes’ lips before he tightens them and looks back to where Agent Hill is still on her tirade. The idea of a former Russian assassin blushing because his boyfriend (?) told him he looked cute was just too weird for Peter to handle.
“You wearing the plug I got you, baby? Yeah? You still all wet and sloppy from this morning?” Captain Wilson is whispering so close to Sergeant Barnes’ ear that his lips are grazing the shell of it, tongue almost glancing off the skin. “I could slide right in, you know that right? I could take you to the bathroom and slide right in. No prep, nothing. You’re probably so slick inside it’ll feel like fucking a pussy.”
Sergeant Barnes couldn’t seem to blush any deeper, but his metal hand was starting to whir louder, and his right hand was twitching slightly. He was biting his lip so hard the thin skin around his teeth was white, and frankly Peter was worried he was going to bite right through it.
“Oh, you like that? You want me to call your hole a pussy? I think—”
Aaand that was enough for Peter. God damn. Who knew Captain America had such a mouth on him? Thank god Peter was still wearing his mask because holy shit his face felt like it was as red as Sergeant Barnes’. Peter had stopped listening, but he could see Sergeant Barnes become more and more tense, his eyes flickering from side to side like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to keep pretending to listen to Agent Hill or if he wanted to give up all pretenses and give his full attention to Captain Wilson.
Suddenly chairs were being pushed back, the lights were coming on again, and people were starting to leave the room. Because Peter, Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Wilson were at the end of the table and therefore at the back of the room, they had to wait a bit for the other Avengers and Agents to make their way out of the room before they could. Well, Peter had to. Because Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson did not seem like they were going to move anytime soon. Captain Wilson looked about 0.5 seconds away from licking the sweat off of Sergeant Barnes’ neck, and Peter could not get out of the room fast enough.
As he was leaving, he bravely turned around to face Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson to ask, “Do you want me to lock the door behind me?”
Captain Wilson looked up in surprise before a big grin spread across his face. “Yeah, why don’t you do that. Thanks, kid.”
Turning quickly, Peter just barely kept himself from slamming the door behind him when he saw Sergeant Barnes get out of his chair and start to climb onto Captain Wilson’s lap.
Well, that was the last time Peter would use his superhearing for anything other than crime fighting. Damn.
