psa : please , someone write a fanfiction around a young mobius and tragic stricken loki from all that he’s gone through with the mcu, comics or whatever just rip my heart out and step on it with pain for these two.
Life had always been bitter sweet towards Bucky, the few good things in his life have a funny way of leaving him... or worse yet, die. As that’s what happened to his husband of eighteen years, Tony died saving the world leaving him with their now seventeen year old daughter. He had barely any time with her since the funeral which was a little over six months ago, seeing as he was pulled back into a fight - no time to grieve and no time to help his daughter get through this time. Chasing down the Flagsmashers and witnessing Sam soaring to being the new Captain America, it kept his thoughts from mourning over his beloved husband Tony.
He left Sam’s side to go pick his daughter up before he’d promise to go to the cookout in celebration of Sam. Having given Happy the day off from picking his daughter up from school, slowly he approached the entrance and he’d stood, waited for her. The man’s heart was beating so quickly that he thought it was going to leap out of his chest, granted he’d spoken to Morgan nightly but it hadn’t been face to face in over three months - he knew his emotions would get the best of him. He was welling up at the thought of being able to give her a hug again which made him feel selfish as he can still hug his daughter, watch her grow where as Tony wouldn’t - there was no fairness. Blue hues softened at the sight of her, his little miss and may it have been his own reflection casted on the glass but he understood where Tony was coming from, she looked so much like Bucky. When she looked up from her phone, daughter and father’s eyes met which twitched his lips into a sympathetic smile.
Moments later, she’d run through the door and wrap her father into a much overdue hug, they would stand on the street embraced in one another’s arms, tears rolling down their cheeks. Bucky was finally happy to be reunited with his daughter, listening as she went on but science things that went well over his head just like her father and how he had to stiffen his bottom lip to not cry more. Taking her to get some cheese burgers before they’d head back to Sam’s place for celebrations.
Who in the hell thought it was a good idea to let the hundred year old popsicle drive? Oh, the two idiots that followed the man into being the most wanted men in the world along with a very pissy Tony Stark who didn’t want to be dragged into their mess. And whelp, he was pulled away from his workshop - upgrading war machine’s leg braces. The narrow turns from the parking garage, brought two bodies closer and closer - like a magnetic pull. Tony’s arm stretched out over the back of Bucky’s seat, fingers had even dared to play with the ends of that mane of his and Bucky’s head titled back to feel such a touch - the soldier can’t remember when he felt such a gentle touch. But all came to a braking stop when the car laid over two bays, Steve got out and that’s when Sam couldn’t help but chime in on this cute moment.
“You two are lookin’ mighty cozy in the back there...” He said, brow arching as he glanced over his shoulder at the two which made the two men in the back pull away from one another in such a nonchalant manner that it pursed a stifled chuckle from Sam. Tony’s knee jamming into the back of Sam’s seat and Bucky’s weight shifting that rocked the car. “Feel like I’m imposing on the moment.” Sam chuckled, at the kick to the back of his seat, jolted his body forward a little bit. “Shut it, Sam.” Was all that peeped out of Bucky, leering in the direction of Tony as if warning him to not open his mouth and it was enough to keep the genius shut, looking out his window to turn away from those icy eyes.
Time heals all wounds, years tend to help as well as the heartfelt apologises that are accepted over due time. Seven years have passed, Tony Stark had settled down with the man who he once held animosity towards... Now, the very man that fluttered his heart every time he saw glimpses of that 1940s man tragically ripped from time itself. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes-Stark had a long but flattering ring to it or he was in complete denial and stood alone on liking it but either way, he wore it with pride along with that golden ring with that one centred ruby. Content that he was able to try his hand at family life, something that was taken away from Bucky in the worst of ways. He fell into the domestic life easier then he had thought, it was quiet on the farm and still close enough to the city to have those daily visits from Sam and Steve to check in on them, keep them in the loop of the goings on and if their assistance is needed - never around Bucky though which had been noted by the former soldier.
Sam and Steve long side of Natasha had swung past their cabin, dancing around certain topics with Bucky that had irked him as he didn’t like being on the outside. But he kept face, lingering around corners to try to eavesdrop when he could and picked up on Steve’s poor lying about their not being a fight. In all the mayhem of their presences, Steve Jr had accidentally left his llama stuffed toy in his father’s workshop and only had it became an issue when bedtime was on the cards. And that caused Bucky to take his son on a scavenger hunt for Steve Jr’s llama, they had been searching all over when a light bulb went off in the toddler’s head as to where his teddy bear was which made a metal arm curl around his son to pick him from the ground, so he wouldn’t get dirty feet on the trek over to the shed. Quietly, the father and son slipped into the shed without being detected by Tony or the AI. Bucky’s eyes scanned over his husband, standing in front of a bunch of holographic numbers and letters -which meant nothing to Bucky- sights set more on the ruminated brood of Tony’s features. The genius had been popping blueberries all night to keep him awake in the late hours.
“Doll, where’s the fight at?” Bucky’s voice rippled through the strangely silent workshop as he moved to grab the llama from the workbench which alerted Tony to his presence and that brought the ton-man’s shoulders to jolt in tension. “Not here...” Tony admitted but there was something off with his tone and Bucky was waiting for the but to come but it never did from Steve Jr stealing the spotlight from the heated topic, that would be addressed later. The toddler asked his dads if they could tuck him in, neither of them wanting to disappoint their child. So, the two husbands returned to the cabin and Bucky checked the closet twice and under the bed three times for monsters before Tony shared the story of the prince and winter’s knight.
Bucky had drifted up to sleep when he was supposed to be reading to their daughter, Morgan. She had since taken the book, read the words so could out loud to her slumbering father and got distracted halfway through a sentence needing to tuck Bucky up in blankets - so that’s what she did before re-reading the sentence over again. Morgan kept reading the same book until Tony waltzed back into the cabin and up the stairs to collapse in his shared bed with his husband, in those arms where he loved drifting off to the soft mechanical whizzing sounds of the slightest movements of Bucky’s metal arm. Yet, he was stopped in his tracks at the amber glow from Morgan’s room as he got closer and closer her little voice became more clear. That’s where he found his sleeping husband in their daughter’s bed with a teddy bear on his chest, the spotted blanket stretched over his upper body and Morgan with that loop sided grin of her’s as she met Tony’s eyes, the book still in teeny-tiny hands. “What are you doing up lil miss?” Was asked though obvious to the man, still he asked which was enough to stir awake Bucky. Tony slowly pulled away the book from her lap to place on the bedside table.
“Snoozing on the job, Barnes?” He directed the words to his husband which brought a crooked smile on his lips, pulling the teddy bear from his chest with fingers waving in the direction of Tony. “More like resting my eyes, Doll.” He replied to his husband, playfully throwing the bear in his general direction. Before Bucky turned his attention to his daughter. “Thought you were supposed to be my lookout, darlin’?” lightly tickling his daughter’s sides.
The rest of the night was filled with giggles, laughter and trying to calm down their daughter together which ended with her sleeping in between her dads that night.
g’day ! i’m looking for a few new long-term writing partners on discord ! at the moment just really dying for marvel (with dc crossovers), oc supernatural based ones & cute ass domestic shit !!! so give this a like & i’ll come bother you or come at me as i have a fish brain.
here are my marvel boys & whom i’m dying to play against
Bucky Barnes ;
*so, thinking about some cute plots of people he needs to say sorry for & torn between doing flashbacks of winter soldier days* cause rip my heart into pieces this is my last resort!
tony stark
steve rogers
sam wilson
sarah wilson
loki
helmut zemo
sharon carter
Tony Stark ;
*from an au world called the mirror verse & he’s younger & survived the snap* Torn on Ben Barnes face or Matthew Daddario or i’m cool with rdj version of tony as well :)
bucky barnes
james rhodes
loki
steve rogers
stephen strange
bruce banner
pepper potts
natasha romanoff
Peter Parker ;
harry osborn
johnny storm
bucky barnes ? *winter spider has got me by the neck*
felicia hardy
&&& open to pairing them with anyone really but i’ll actually DIE for DC muses being paired with my marvel boys.
some oc supernatural charries from the top of my head ;
Damian Cel Tradat ;
werewolf
Sebastian Stan
34 / 35 year old
he’s looking after his two nephews
alpha of a large pack of alphas that have just settled in a small town
Maven Brekker ;
hunter
the descendent of cain & abel *knock off sam... so please dean*
Tom Holland
24 year old
living in motels, you know family business of hunting thing & saving people
dropout mit student
humans ;
Baron Dorin Cel Tradat ;
Sebastian Stan
36-years-old
is a widower with two children
pretending to be a carpenter to have a normal life
former romanian soldier
Riven Sykes ;
Tom Holland
23-year-old
pretty much comes from a family like the gallagher family
The Flag Smashers were priority one for all the Governments and whom ever the Power Broker a little further down on that list. Where does that place Sharon Carter on the list - it doesn’t, out sight, out of mind for the American Government. Sam and Bucky agreed to play somewhat nice with John Walker and Lemar Hoskins, plus their mindless goon squad. After the ruined meeting between Sam and Karli by an over eager and no impulse control John Walker. The group split up to cover more ground of the large resettlement camp, Sam and Bucky met up in the basement of the building scanning the area. “I see nothing,” Sam started before Bucky interject. “I am looking at the same thing you are, Sam.” He stated, getting the man attention followed by an eye roll through red lens. “Ha, nice to see that the obvious part of your cyborg brain is very much intact.” Sam shot back, still pivoting around slowly taking in the room and more his software in his glass showed him the x-ray schematics of the building, revealing a subterranean layer.
By the time he started to move towards the hidden door, few soldiers came into the area but Sam didn’t acknowledge them, passing Bucky lightly nudging him as he did to get the cyborg’s attention. While the soldier radio to John and Lemar their whereabouts. “There is something behind here,” Sam spoke in a hushed tone of voice allowing only Bucky to hear him. “Like Batman’s layer?” Bucky retorted back causing Sam’s brow to arch - so many questions and so little time. “No-yes-maybe, does it look like I have a clue?” Sam shook his head turning back to find a leaver or anything that would open a hidden door. Bucky crossed his arms straining his neck to look over at the soldiers in the corner of the room, he didn’t like them... No, he didn’t like the people ordering them about like puppets but that was besides the point. “When someone says there is another level you presume they would’ve known what it is.” Bucky huffed, relaxing his spine against one of the foundation beam, only for it to move back slightly and with that the hidden door swung open. Causing Sam to scramble back a few feet from the rusted and stale air hitting his nostrils, splattering out a cough from it tickling his airway, muffled chuckle by Bucky as he came up behind him. “Good job, pal.” Clapping him on the back of his wings. “Y-You’re w-welcome?” He hoarsely coughed out, regaining himself before making his way over to Bucky at the door. Only to be met with a metal hand placed against his chest. “Excuse-” Sam started only to be met by a stern look from Bucky, Sam buttoned up his lip and that’s when his eyes widen at the sound of muffled voices.
Two of the to be exact, female and male at least to Bucky’s ears. Both men listened from either side of the doorway, the soldiers cautiously crept from their corner towards the middle. When the voices became more clear... “Sharon?” They whispered to one another in sync, Bucky’s expression twist in annoyance and Sam just smirked before they both focused up. “We have to get YOU back to Madripoor before the cavalry rock up.” Sharon’s voice became more clear over shadowing the sound of heeled boots on the flooring. “You’re making it sound like this was my fault.” The unknown voice spoke back only to be followed up by Sharon. “I told you to lay low and not insert yourself into the drama.” The sternness from her voice made both men look at one another slightly confused, she sounded as if she was scolding a child. Bickering of back and forth between the two people continued until they reached the levelling of floor to be met with an open hatch door. Unmistakeable, clicks of fire arms being pointed their way brought hesitation of the two still looming in the dark. “What are you doing!?” Sam snapped as the soldiers were in a half circle behind him and Bucky. “Sam!?” Sharon’s questioned loudly, having to take cover near the stairwell. “Put your guns down, please.” His voice like that of a steel rod, waving his arm out in front of the nuzzles. “Sharon, just come out we can talk about this.” Sam tried to reassure her, there was hush whispers exchanged between Sharon and the mystery person. “Fine, get the goon squad to stand down.”
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Once the soldiers had stood down, their guns to their sides and further in the middle of the spacious area. Shuffle of feet on the ground from the direction of the hatch, drew the eyes of Sam and Bucky. “You gonna introduce us to your new friend?” Sam broke the silence that had fallen and James just stared intently at the young man, familiar features... His head bevelled to the left before flopping over to the right - he knew him. “You’ll have to give me time to explain.” Sharon said, her eyes shifted from the duo to the soldiers before back to the duo with a sympathetic look on her features. Before turning to the young man, protective hand resting on his shoulder despite his age and who he truly happens to be. “Hate to break up this rather merry reunion but we have fondue waiting for us. And also not one for introductions as you should know who I am.” Tony said to the two with a shit eating grin but the last part he turned to face Bucky more then Sam. Bucky’s brow furrowed in the direction of the younger male. “Fondue?” Was all Bucky could manage to say out loud, causing Sam to his hit his arm. “Really, dude. That’s all your cyborg brain got?” Sam tried to not roll his eyes into the next century at the man of few words who stood next to him.
Tony glanced over his shoulder at Sharon, pout forming on his lips. “And these are the guys you and Pepper told me about...” He glance back at the two, those puppy dog brown eyes through the lens of those thick rimmed glasses, judgement towards them. “Robocop over there doesn’t even know what a fondue is.” Fingering Bucky out of the two, Sharon shot Tony a look to shut up. “Now is not the time to antagonise them,” Sharon said, firmly causing Tony to pipe down a bit. Sam’s googles clocked in on the faces, finally and on his lens popped up a photo of Tony Stark causing Sam’s mouth to fall to the floor. And it seemed it finally clicked to Bucky who this was. “That’s impossible.” At the suddenness of his voice, Sharon couldn’t allow either men to say his name... not here and not now. Sharon shared eye contact with Bucky, pleading to not continue on slowly turned sympathetic there was only one out which caused Bucky to shake his head. Tony stood there as if reading the silent tennis game between Bucky and Sharon. “No longer can I resist the call of fondue which means, gents we have to cut this playdate short.” Tony said with a shit eating grin, digits taping against his wrist watch in the same move brought it over his hand - covered it in a metal gauntlet. With that his palm raised up sent out a pulse in the room with a ear pinching noise that brought everyone but Sharon to their knees.
Bucky’s metal arm reached out to grab at Sharon’s ankle to stop her, Sam was trying to stand up with his hand pressed on his ears and Tony moved towards Sharon, tripping over Bucky’s arm in the same which put a stop to the ringing in everyone’s ears. But Tony was quick enough to spring onto his feet, while everyone was getting too Sharon stomped on Bucky’s arm which caused him to release her ankle, quickly helping Tony to his feet. As they run back to the hatch, Sharon slowed passed Sam. “You know where to find me.” Sharon’s words rushed together but hushed at the same time only for Sam to hear them. “Sharon! Fondue!!” Tony yelled at the hatch waiting for her to come and finally when she did, he shut the hatch door. Melting it with his pointer finger tracing around the seems of the door before following Sharon down into the tunnels.
Every Saturday morning like clockwork, Bucky found himself at the same little farmer’s market centred in the heart of the park where a group of children play baseball. He liked it because it reminded him so much of how things used to be, children playing in the street and without being glued to their screens... NOT to mention the young man that always seems to be coaching them or babysitting them, Bucky wasn’t quite sure but he respected it as he didn’t have that kind of patience. His eyes scanned over the dirt pitch, once he received his plums and the young man’s voice rung in his ears bring his teeth to grind together to not smile in his direction. “Hey!!!! Dad...” A blonde moptop screamed for the attention of the young appearing man, catching the ball on the fly with his mitt. “LOOK, its that man you like!” The boy began to point in the direction of... Holy shit, the kid was pointing at Bucky Barnes himself. “Harley, potato gun privileges are non-existing,” Tony threatened his son which only got a mischief filled chuckle. That’s when Bucky broke from his statue like state, his wide eyes met those warm chocolate irises and in that moment the world outside of the two didn’t matter... up until Harley threw a baseball, hitting his father right in the stomach causing Tony to hunch over. And that was the excuse Bucky was waiting for, quickly reaching the other male. “You alright, darlin’?”
so, i have just had a meltdown & deleted all my fanfic for a a wrinkle in the multiverse because i fear that it isn’t good enough for anyone to read... especially with all the amazing writers out there. i’m just going to cry into my ice cream tub.
that’s it... that’s the post just 1940s Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark.
please someone make some 40s fics for these two in the 40s, i’ll cry because 40s Bucky still owns my heart. okay, so the prompt is that tony & bucky have been friends for years now through mutual friends though the billionaire has started to develop feelings for the charming man from brooklyn. but everything comes to a head when bucky is being deployed in the morning, tony’s heartbroken by the news.
the prompt is the gif, that’s the prompt. i’d love to read what people come up with it can be as short or as long as you want, just tag me if you happen to come up with something or delete this part if you reblog it.
as i have just finished the opening part of the a wrinkle in the multiverse just need to do the journey to the other universe and should be able to post it. but i’m about to reconstruct my blog to be able to add in bucky stuff as well cause i sucker for seb, so there will be sambucky, stucky and winteriron and winterwidow stuff on here as well.
Tony loathed gym sessions in the compound, he liked privacy when he worked out as he didn’t like the added pressures of having to live up to super soldiers, assassins and mutated humans. Not that he’ll admit his insecurities out loud nor show weakness amongst the team but it did place pressure on his shoulders to not look like a fool. Though there was some excitement in his side-stepping that was the Happy jig as he former bodyguard/driver was in the compound to have a good old fashion boxing session. They had been going for three rounds straight without either tapping out or Tony getting distracted, one of the duo hadn’t become aware of a certain super soldier quietly pounding the weighted sandbag in the far left and who kept using the reflection to watch the genius missing strong punches from the former boxer.
It went on long, Tony still unaware of Steve... Until he ducked under Happy’s forearm and he was face to back with the man that he has been developing feelings for, a bit like fungus on damp soil. He couldn’t avert his eyes from the man’s form and Steve caught sight of Tony in the glass out of fear of being caught ogling at the genius by the window, his fist strike the bag square in the middle sending the bag flying from its shackles that only made Tony stare more intently. Which was rudely interrupted by Happy’s glove lightly coming into contact with the back of Tony’s head and on reflex along, his leg went out as he kicked him on the padding.
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Happy grumpily stormed off as he had every right, Tony cheated. Anyhow, Tony lingered in the ring shamelessly following Steve around with those chocolate orbs. His bottle in hand and Steve was about to lift another bag from the ground. “Hey, Capsicle!” He said loud enough to get Steve’s attention but the reality was he could’ve whispered Steve’s name and have blues on him in a heartbeat. “Stark,” Steve strained his neck in the direction of the ring. “Wanna go a round?” Stark questioned him with a smirk that got hidden by the nozzle of his bottle, the hint of mischief dancing in Tony’s eyes. And how could Steve deny the man when he put it so bluntly. “Sure you can handled it, Tony?” He throw back at the tinker man, reaching for the tape to go over his knuckles.
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