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I’m just sitting here thinking about how Bucky’s been treated as a thing since 1945. How every touch he’s known in seventy years has been to hurt and harm. He doesn’t even remember good touches, they took it away from him.

And Steve waking up to a future where he’s completely alone. How no one touches him anymore, not even friendly pats on the back or shoulder bumps or the occasional hug because he’s Captain America, not Steve, and you just don’t do things like that with a legend.

And because of all of this, they both experience skin hunger, so touch-starved that every little touch they share feels electrified.

They hug for the first time post-CATWS and even just the simple press of their cheeks feels like too much, they literally cannot bring themselves to pull away. Just stand there and hold each other and maybe the team shifts uncomfortably around them, like, are they ever gonna let go? but neither of them seem to notice.

Maybe they weren’t anything romantic before the fall, maybe they really were just best friends with the kind of history/bond that spans lifetimes. But in this new place, where every gentle touch makes Bucky marvel and Steve shudder from sense-memory, they find that they need each other differently than they did before.

It’s not overly apparent at first, they both just go on as they always have, but things are markedly different. Not just the nightmares and the wariness, the inopportune flashbacks, etc.

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What do you think that Steve and Bucky do in cannon with the D/S verse when one or the other has a nightmare? Like the nightmares of the shit that really happened. Where they can't say that it was just a dream because it happened. It happened and it's like they're in that moment again. When one of them was dead, then they thought that they were going to die. When everything in the world was crashing down. When it's all too much too fast and they can't get out of their heads?

That really depends on the nightmare!

Like, say for instance that Steve had a nightmare about Bucky falling. He wakes up with so much self-hatred and guilt because he believes it’s all his fault and for a number of reasons.

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I'm just so here for Bucky and Steve drifting into each other's orbit without noticing, like they're just making breakfast and next minute they're basically sitting on top of each other eating it. Or when they come home from a mission, relaxing on the couch watching a movie turns into cuddling and snuggles so subtly they have no idea when it happened. How did Bucky's hand get on Steve's butt? Was it always there? Probably. The team is so used to it, but the media isn't. They weren't prepared.

Can you imagine this happening while the Avengers are giving a home interview for the latest and greatest magazine? XD

Bucky and Steve start out on opposite ends of the couch, discreetly exiled apart by the rest of the team because they all know. But the Avengers, they’re a pretty active gang. 

Tony likes to stand and pace while he makes his grand speeches. Clint prefers a higher, distant vantage point and gives most of the interview from the top of the entertainment center. Natasha has to take an official call halfway through the interview.

The whole time, as one person leaves the couch, Steve scoots over a little bit. And a little bit. And a little bit more.

Finally, poor Sam is tightly sandwiched between two super soldiers who are trying their damndest to reach through him for each other.

“That’s it!” He says, jumping up, “I can’t take it. Have at it, see if I care.”

“What?” Steve looks wounded. “Sam, what’s wrong?”

Bucky stares at him weirdly and the interviewer blinks, confused. All three of them watch as Sam goes to sit on the other side of the couch, where Steve started out.

After that, the interview continues for a record two minutes before she stops altogether because Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and Captain Steven Grant Rogers are out and out snuggling on the couch now.

“Um,” she says.

“Ignore it,” Sam advises.

“What?” Tony looks around and then spots the problem. “Oh, yeah, happens all the time. Totally normal.”

“Ignore what?” Steve asks, frowning at them. “What’s normal?”

Bucky’s rubbing his cheek on the top of his hair and one of his hands has snuck dangerously low on Steve’s waist while the other - the flesh one - is playing some sort of game with one of Steve’s hands. Steve’s free hand rests on Bucky’s thigh, definitely higher up than is considered appropriate.

“Nothing,” Sam says gently. He looks at the interviewer. “Next question, please.”

Bucky shakes his head and leans back against the couch, sticking his hand up Steve’s shirt.

“You got some weird friends, Rogers,” he says.

“This is ridiculous,” Clint huffs from his vantage point. “I’m gonna tell them.”

Natasha points a finger at him as she comes back into the room and sits down by Sam. 

“Don’t you dare.”

Having a bad day do you have any fluffy stucky headcanons that would cheer me up. Ps love your blog so much

So I asked medieisme to help me get the ball rolling with fluffy headcanons, right, because I usually require some sort of starting point.

She said, “BUCKY BEAR.”

Now, I have written about Steve obtaining a Bucky Bear - not just any, either, Bucky’s Bucky Bear - and then I said, “okay but imagine when Bucky comes back.”

Because Steve, he sleeps with that bear every night. Can’t help himself. From the moment it becomes his again, its place is in his bed. He snuggles right up to it at night and probably imagines that he can still catch Bucky’s scent on it even though that’s practically impossible at this point.

And then Bucky comes back. And James Buchanan Barnes, he is a jealous sonuvabitch when it comes to Steve Rogers. It seems ridiculous to be jealous of his own damn bear but he fucking is.

Because he and Steve, they’re still tip-toeing around each other, still trying to act like they don’t ache for each other at all hours of the day, and there’s that damn bear, in Steve’s bed, being held by Steve every night, getting the fucking privilege of having Steve’s head rest on its chest every night.

Finally, Bucky, he just can’t take it anymore. Bedtime comes and there’s Steve, snuggled in his bed with his fucking Bucky Bear, and Bucky can’t take another night of being exiled to another room. Of being alone when Steve is right there.

So he climbs right into bed with him and yanks the bear away, tosses the damn thing away.

“Buck!” Steve looks at him, wide-eyed, but Bucky just lays down and yanks Steve closer.

“Me,” he says, angry. “I’ll be your damn Bucky Bear, not that thing.”

Steve melts right against him, laying over Bucky just the way he used to; leg thrown across his hips, head on his chest, clinging to him with all the strength he has. Used to, that wasn’t much strength at all. Now, it’s a lot, but Bucky doesn’t mind.

In the morning, Steve will tease him mercilessly once he’s got over his heart-eyes/shock but Bucky will not give one iota of a fuck. No, because he got his Steve Rogers snuggles and that’s the important thing to take away from this.

I'm a slut for your oblivious couple 'verse. also I'm a slut for steve's tiny waist and slim hips. and imagine bucky always put his arm around steve's waist. I mean, he used to put his arm around tiny!steve's shoulder, but it'd be a bit uncomfortable because steve is much taller now. so waist then. totally oblivious that he looks like a possesive boyfriend. and doesn't understand the other avengers' sighing and eye-rolling. because they are not a couple. XD

omgosh yes :D

And Bucky putting his hand at the small of Steve’s back. Sometimes it’s when they’re in the kitchen and Bucky needs to get something outta the cabinet above Steve’s head, sometimes it’s when they’re out and about or at a gala and Bucky is guiding Steve through the crowds.

When they’re eating – either out or with the others – Bucky probably does put his arm around the back of Steve’s chair. Everyone has to sit through a meal pretending that Bucky doesn’t play with Steve’s hair or put his hand around the back of Steve’s neck whenever Steve leans back.

Harder still to ignore is the way Steve kinda just melts into a puddle of happy vibes every time it happens.

... one of these days, we probably are going to hear about That Ass in France in detail, right? (gigglesnorts at your Bucky Muse)

Here’s the great thing about the story of The Ass In France:

No one even remembers why it was necessary.

Bucky sure as hell doesn’t and least of all because of his time as the Winter Soldier. The Commandos, upon retelling the story, found that they, too, had forgotten why it even had to happen in the first place and so none of their descendants know.

No one’s ever bothered to look it up, either, because the less said about their mission reports? The better.

The point is, no one knows why the fuck Peggy had to get Steve all dolled up in women’s clothing and they certainly don’t know why halfway through the mission, clothing became synonymous with women’s lingerie. He lost his dress somewhere along the way and they never found it.

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I just love (thick)Bucky being using any excuse to put his hands on Steve. The Xmas tree is too tall and nobody can decorate the top? ofc he will grab his guy's hips and lift him up so that he can decorate it (plus, he gets to have his face at the same lvl as That Ass). And then ofc when he puts him down he makes sure to rub as much as possible against Steve's back while Tony and Clint have their usual dramatic reaction :')

I have the feeling that if Bucky were eye-level with The Ass, there’d at least be a lot of talk about eating Steve out / enthusiastic rimming and an even more enthusiastic fuck in Steve’s future.

And the rub down when Steve’s being lowered is the filthiest sort of promise. His hands on Steve’s hips, keeping him close even after Steve’s got his own footing, rolling his hips into him nice and easy while whispering something in his ear that makes Steve blush something fierce. 

He’s putty in Bucky’s arms, melting against him. Probably feels so deliciously tiny, Bucky’s broad hands spanning his hips, Bucky wrapped around him like Steve’s still five foot nothing, even though Steve technically has an inch or two on him now.

Clint and Tony are having a breakdown while Rhodey is tucked away in the corner, texting direct quotes to Coulson so that they can use it in their next fanfic.

1 & stucky

Bucky insists on putting their furniture together on his own, no help from anyone.

Steve knows why, of course. It’s the same reason why everyone on the team has hand-knitted scarves and hats and gloves. Same reason why their apartment is decorated in an odd mismatch of arts and crafts; pottery and homemade potpourri, random photographs in handmade frames, a wooden rocking chair that Bucky made at the Tower on a particularly bad weekend.

“It feels good,” Bucky told him one late evening; he only ever confessed these things at night. Steve understands. The darkness has been their secret keeper for as long as either of them can remember. “Rememberin’ that I was made for more than just killin’ people.”

So, yes. Steve knows exactly why Bucky prefers to do things himself but sometimes, well. Sometimes he just wishes Bucky would be practical about things.

Like now.

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okay so we all know just how much bucky would dirty talk when it comes to steve, like even when they weren't fucking he would still be dirty. but what kind of pet names and praises would he mostly use for steve?

Pet names used by Bucky Barnes:

Stevie, of course (lbr it’s a pet name when Bucky says it)

Sweetheart

Baby doll (sometimes just “doll,” sometimes just “baby”)

Dollface

Kitten

Sweet thing

Sugar

And Bucky’s praise is always geared towards making Steve feel capable and desirable. 

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hey omg i love your blog! I read that bed-sharing-octopus-Steve and now I wonder if there are days when Bucky is the octopus (octobuck?? lol) and Steve gets annoyed at him (like, "bucky ffs i cant move an i really need to get out of the bed NOW") o\

Aw, thank you, bb :D

Now, Bucky isn’t an octopus when he sleeps, no. That is all Steve. Sleepy Steve is a snuggly little octopus that just wants cuddles. All the cuddles.

Bucky? He’s an octopus during the day. Especially when he’s feeling particularly affectionate. If they’re watching television, if they’ve been goofing off, grappling over the remote or something, finally stopped fighting. Out of breathing and laughing.

Well, Bucky’s liable to sneak his arms under Steve’s back, lock them together, and refuse to get up.

“Alright, alright, you win,” Steve breathes out. “We can watch fucking – what was it again?”

But Bucky doesn’t answer and when Steve starts wiggling, he just holds on tighter.

“Oh, Christ,” Steve says. “C’mon, Buck. Get up. You’re heavy, you jerk –”

“Says the super soldier with super strength –”

“You’re fucking cheating, that arm is cheating –”

“Jesus, Rogers, just shut your yap and let a man have a hug.”

It lasts a lot longer than a hug but Steve can’t get up – well, maybe he could, but he doesn’t try that hard – until Bucky’s good and ready to let him.

After the 'finger fellatio' accident, the Avengers decide to add yet another list to the whole Code Red/Blue files (for everyone's sanity bc, lbr: seeing Steve Rogers' lips wrapped around something elongated is a distraction for EVERYONE -even tho Tony'll deny that was the reason he dropped one of his tools on his foot); so now Steve can't put in his mouth for a prolonged amount of time: lollipops (But I like those), pens, and forks ("how am I supposed to eat?" "fast, Rogers!!")

Bucky lounges on a chair, legs splayed suggestively. “Don’t worry, Rogers,” he says, leering at him. “I got somethin’ you can put in your mouth.”

“Oh, well, thank God for that,” Steve says sarcastically but his cheeks are turning pink which means he actually is relieved. Or maybe ‘cause it wants.

They stare at each other heatedly for the rest of the meeting and don’t hear a goddamn thing anyone has to say, so the two of them are surprised when they wake up the next morning to a new e-mail in their inboxes, entitled, “The New Rules & Regulations of Avengers Tower.”

“This is bullshit,” Steve says sleepily. He hasn’t even mustered the energy to pull away from where he’s laid across Bucky’s chest yet.

Bucky pets him, making an unconcerned sound as he stretches as best he can with a super-soldier weighing him down. “Wouldn’t be the first time we broke the rules.”

Steve snorts. “Which one do you want to have a go at first?”

I'm obsessed with beefcake!Bucky's thick muscular abs/waist. It's just. SO BIG AND TONED I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF IT. And I love that Bucky's big where Steve's small even after the serum. Like waist. Or thighs. THOSE THIGHS. Just. Ugh. I bet Steve (and Bucky too) love these differences between their bodies either. Right???

unf, GOD, yes. You are on my level, Nani.

I mean, they’re of a similar height now and I’d say their shoulder width is around the same but other than that? Steve’s still so much smaller!

Imagine him in Bucky’s clothes. Shuffling around the kitchen in Bucky’s pajama bottoms, still half-asleep and seemingly oblivious to the collective stare of his teammates on him. Everyone watching the way those pants slide low on his hips because of how tiny his waist is in comparison to Bucky’s.

Sam griping, “dear god, put a shirt on before Stark has a coronary; it’s seven am, Rogers, people can’t deal with this,” and then face-palming when Steve comes back wearing one of Bucky’s big sweaters.

Fits him near perfect around the shoulders but too big everywhere else.

…I’m now imagining this in the oblivious-couple/bedsharing universe and my heart eyes are strong.

Bedsharing and snuggling and clothes-sharing, oh my. *_________*

pierce: captain america knows you exist and will now not let us be. you need to take care of him.

winter soldier: of course

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winter soldier: you should eat more. your serum would’ve affected your metabolism so if my calculations are correct, you ought to be eating at least twice the average human being.

steve, spilling his coffee: HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE

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steve, about to sleep: (:

winter soldier: it’s supposed to get super chilly around 2am so you should probably wrap up warm. here are some extra blankets

steve, startled: WERE YOU UNDER MY BED THIS WHOLE TIME

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steve, in a battle: dang i’m bleeding who shot me

winter soldier: here let me clean the wound and i’ve got a bandage right here just sit still don’t worry but when you’re done fighting you should probably get this looked at i know your serum heals you quicker but there might be something stuck in it and you don’t want your skin to grow over anything inside

steve, crying: who are you why are you following me

winter soldier: please be careful and make sure you get home safely

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steve, at peggy’s funeral: i can’t believe she’s gone

winter soldier, from behind: everything’s gonna be alright. she lived a long and fulfilling life. she loved you so much and she’d want you to carry on making a change in the world.

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pierce: soldat, mission report

winter soldier: mission is going well. captain rogers is eating more regularly, taking more care in battles, his exercise routine is no longer unhealthy. he is still grieving agent carter, but i believe he’ll be okay. last night he let me tuck him in-

pierce: i- that’s not what i meant

Stucky & bed sharing. Especially when it's randomly casual. Like oh not enough beds? No prob we can share. Or fuck that was an exhausting mission I need a nap shove over. Just. My heart bursts.

This goes along well with that trope of “we’re totally a couple but we don’t know we’re a couple” that I absolutely fucking love tbh.

They share all the beds. All of them. They sleep together, nap together - in fact, I daresay they don’t get in a good sleep unless they’re together. 

And they know all of each other’s worst sleeping habits.

If Steve sleeps on Bucky’s left side, he kicks during the night. Steve is the worst cover hog of all time but he makes up for it by also being a human octopus. 

Bucky cannot even begin to tell you how many mornings he’s woken up trapped by the limbs of Steven Grant Rogers. No matter how they fall asleep, no matter if they’re not even touching when they fall asleep, when he wakes up, Steve is plastered right to him.

His life is so hard.

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the adventures of cool ranch and spicy nacho

Hello, I just discovered your blog and I wanted to say I love your writing!! I was wondering if you have any sub!steve headcanons you would like to share? :D

i'm not always great at thinking up cohesive headcanons, so take a little fic where bucky fucks steve straight into subspace!

NSFW 18+

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“Oh, fu-uck…”

Bucky’s tongue is rough against Steve as he grips the sheets hard beneath him, ass canted up and cheek pressed into the soft linen pillows. His cock is curving up towards his belly, red and straining and spent, leaking with the remnants of his last release. He isn’t sure how long they’ve been at this-- Bucky taking him apart with his tongue and fingers, drawing pleasure out of his very core and guiding him to a comforting, suspended place he can’t seem to find anywhere else. There aren’t many places that are quiet for him these days, but underneath Bucky’s gentle touch, the world dampens out.

Bucky hums and the vibrations send a jolt through Steve, gasping as his tongue curves and digs deeper into him.

“Christ, Buck, I--” he cuts off with a strangled groan as one of Bucky’s fingers slip in alongside his tongue, crooking outwards and spreading him open as he pulls away.

Bucky hushes him when he whines at the loss, a gentle hand resting between his shoulder blades.

“I’m going to fuck you now, alright?” Bucky asks, his voice low even though he sounds just as wrecked as Steve feels.

Desperate, Steve nods. “How d’you want me?”

There’s a moment of silence as Bucky seems to think, then the hand between his shoulder blades dips to his waist.

“On your back,” Bucky says, then he’s urging him to roll over and Steve is pliant under his touch.

His legs spread automatically, eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches Bucky drink him in hungrily.

“So pretty,” Bucky murmurs, reaching out to brush some of Steve’s sweaty hair off his forehead. His fingers trail down over his temples, across his cheek, making Steve shiver as he latches onto his gaze. Commanding and gentle in equal measure. A thumb brushes over his lips-- metal-- and he nips softly. “Good boy.”

The praise goes straight to Steve’s core and-- oh. They don’t always do this. It feels sacred, still. New territory. Slipping into these roles where Steve lets go of the wheel for a few wonderful moments. But Bucky’s words are already seeping into the crevices of his mind, drawing out any residual stress and pushing him towards the edge.

Bucky’s hand is still moving, down his jaw and across his collarbone, before coming to a stop on his neck. Steve’s eyes widen, lips parting, and Bucky’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky asks. “I was wondering if you’d like this.” He increases the pressure of his hold marginally and Steve whines, head tilting back and hips canting up. It’s exhilarating-- dangerous. His heart pounds and he wants. He wants so goddamn bad.

“Please,” he whimpers, and Bucky lets go, soothing his disappointment with a kiss.

“Just gotta get myself ready,” Bucky mutters against his lips. “Won’t be a minute.”

It’s almost Pavlovian the way the cap of the lube opening makes Steve’s legs spread wider, hole fluttering around nothing. He whines a little more insistently, and Bucky hushes him again, slicking up his cock and reaching down to finish prepping Steve as well. A moment later, he’s hitching Steve’s legs over his shoulders, taking his strong thighs around his neck and pushing in.

Bucky’s fingers are incredible-- his tongue even better. But Steve is certain there’s nothing as fulfilling as his cock, thick and heavy as it pushes past that tight ring of muscle. They’re both breathing heavily, soft whines sounding adjacent to Bucky’s low grunts as he bottoms out. There’s a moment of stillness as they adjust to the sensation, as familiar as it is.

Then, Bucky growls, and Steve’s eyes roll back as he starts to thrust into him.

He lets himself go, the world around him going wholly mute as everything zeroes into the place where he and Bucky are joined together. He scrabbles for purchase on Bucky’s biceps, shoulders, back-- but it’s no use as Bucky takes his hands and pins them over his head.

“Stay still,” he says, and Steve is helpless but to listen, going limp as Bucky fucks him harder, his other hand going back to his neck and--

Oh god. Oh god. It’s so much more thrilling in the moment. Held down where Bucky’s pinning him, knowing that his safety is quite literally in his hands, but trusting him with the very bones of his being. Bucky won’t hurt him. Bucky has control.

And it’s that notion alone that has Steve stepping off the ledge, his body free falling into open air before drifting higher, higher, higher--

He comes with a cry, thighs tensing around Bucky’s neck as his release paints his chest. It isn’t long before Bucky follows, groaning low and long as his cock pumps inside Steve. There’s a distant sensation of come seeping out of his ass, but Steve could care less. He feels like he could live inside Bucky-- take refuge in his very soul.

Static fills his mind, and it takes a few minutes for the world to come into focus as Bucky pulls out, catching his release with a towel they keep on hand and gently cleaning them up. The care only does more to push Steve further out of his mind. Higher. Lighter. He could be floating, he thinks. He could be floating over his goddamn body and it feels so good.

He blinks and Bucky is hovering over him, eyes soft and concerned.

“You with me?” he asks. It sounds like his voice is being fed through a shoddy speaker.

Steve smiles, reaching for him. Bucky obliges, taking him into his arms and rolling them over. Pillowing his head on Bucky’s chest, Steve hums in content.

“Are you feeling floaty?” Bucky asks, lips brushing Steve’s ear. It was the way Steve had described the feeling the first time they’d found this space between them and he nods. “Mmm, fucked you straight into subspace, didn’t I?”

“You knew what you were doing,” Steve slurs. “Jerk.”

Bucky laughs, his chest shaking against Steve’s ear. It makes Steve smile wider.

“What,” Bucky teases. “Can’t enjoy my fella when he’s all soft for me?”

Steve scowls. “Never said that.”

Bucky snugs him closer, browsing his nose over his brow.

“That’s what I thought,” he pauses, kissing his temple. “Mine.”

Steve lets his eyes drift shut, hand resting over Bucky’s heart. Instinctively, he listens for his heartbeat. It’s strong. Steady. Sure.

“Yours.”

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thanks for reading, y'all!

okay so i have this really self serving and inconsequential headcanon that steve really likes apple juice??? but only when he’s like,,, sick or upset. and essentially,,,, just. bucky always keeping little boxes of motts apple juice in the fridge and in his day bag for steve to grab when he’s upset or feeling anxious 

like in central park one day, steve has a little panic attack and bucky just talking him through it on a bench and then pulling out some apple juice and

“here, stevie” 

and steve just *sniffle* “thanks, buck”

this is definitely a thing that sammy first noticed like,,, while they were on the bucky hunt. like in hotels, steve would always go for the apple juice and one morning he wakes from a nightmare and sam’s like

“can i getcha anything, man?”

“um…. is there any way you could get me some apple juice from the breakfast bar?”

and sam’s just like “oh– sure.”

anyway yeah apple juice is his comfort drink

How is Steve Rogers like the biggest rebel and the baddest bitch who fucks the system continuously but also the most righteous and honourable man who ever lived hOW

In reference to this post, I do legitimately wonder what exactly Nick Fury’s expectations of Steve were.

Assuming his two primary sources for Steve Rogers Anecdotes were Howard and Peggy (and I think they were), there’s no way he would have gotten anything approaching an accurate account for who Steve was as a person.

I honestly don’t think Howard knew Steve well.  All his reminiscences are going to be fundamentally colored by the fact that, despite the epiphany he comes to in the S1 finale of Agent Carter (he says something like, ‘he was good before I got my hands on him, wasn’t he?’), Steve’s successes as Captain America are in part his successes because he helped make Captain America.  So all the stories Howard could tell Fury (and, sorry about your horrible childhood, Tony) are going to portray Steve in a very specific way, turning him into the ultimate war hero, the ultimate super solider, the ultimate weapon that Howard helped create.

I doubt Peggy’s telling a lot of truths either but for different reasons.  Or, well.  Peggy doesn’t lie about Steve, but there are certain things she doesn’t say about Steve.  Because everyone knows and mourns Captain America, but she’s one of a small handful of people who actually mourn Steve Rogers.  There are things about him she keeps private and safe for herself.

Like the fondue story?  I am positive that never made it into the global Captain America narrative.  I also don’t think it’s a story Tony or Sharon ever heard.  Howard doesn’t tell it because it’s not a Cap Story, it’s a Steve Story, and Howard’s far more interested in the former than the latter.  Peggy also doesn’t tell it because it’s a Steve Story, and the world isn’t owed any more of Steve Rogers than they already have.  They can keep Captain America, but Steve is hers.

But I honestly believe that if Nick got half a shot of whiskey in Colonel Phillips, he would spend literal hours dragging Steve Rogers through the mud.

“Rogers?  Biggest pain in my ass that ever lived, and that’s before Stark and Erskine got their god damn hands on him.  I’ve had a hemorrhoid or two tried to compete, but nope.  It was Rogers.

“That son of a bitch probably spent six weeks AWOL altogether thinking he knew better than me, the SSR, and all the Allied powers put together.  At the end of it, he’d come into my office, stand at attention, salute.  Then I’d maybe get one ‘yes sir, no sir’ out of him before he started arguing with me about whatever damn fool thing he’d just done.  Which, I shouldn’t have to tell anyone, is not how the god damned United States Army works.  Rogers never did manage to grasp that concept.

“Don’t ask me about vehicle requisitions.  I don’t even know how many cars those idiots wrapped around how many trees.  I finally had to order the motor pool to stop giving him motorcycles at all.  He kept throwing them at the enemy.  That worked for maybe a month.  He started stealing them, and I gave up.

“Once I ran into Barnes just staring at a wall looking whey-faced, terrified, and madder than a hornet.  So I said, “What did that captain of yours do this time?” and he says, “He charged a fucking tank,” and I say, “Of course he did,” and he says, “Dumb bastard wasn’t even wearing his helmet,” and I say, “I don’t understand how you kept that boy alive long enough to con his way into the army in the first place,” and Barnes says, “You’ve got no god-damned idea, sir, you really don’t.”

“You know Carter shot at him once?  I’ve never envied another human being so much in my whole life.

“Steve Rogers gave me most every grey hair on my head, don’t you let her tell you any different.  I had a full head of thick black hair in 1943; by ‘44 I looked like someone dropped a pound of drywall on top of me.  I aged a year for every hour I spent in Rogers’s company.  When I die, if the coroner doesn’t list my cause of death as Steven Grant Rogers, it’ll be god damned perjurous.

“I could have court-martialed that jackass on at least 16 separate occasions, and we wouldn’t have won the war without him.  God rest the son of a bitch.”

….so we have to assume that Fury never talked to Phillips I guess.

BUT OH GOD DO I WISH HE HAD

Nicholas J Fury spent one weekend in the 90s hanging out with a cool lesbian and then spent the next twenty years trying and failing to find another superhero with her general degree of competence or emotional maturity

if i was 26 and had just woken up from a 70 year suicide-induced coma with no one in the present remembering who i am and instead conflating me with the ever changing image of the role i played in ww2 that now serves as american propaganda and 2 weeks ago i was watching guys get half of their faces blown off and a week after that the love of my life fell off of a moving train with me only being able to watch and then i had to like... deal with a billionaire nepo baby war profiteer calling me an old man and saying there's nothing special about me i would have started killing people. but unfortunately it happened to steve rogers. and he has, like, morals. so

DOMESTIC AU sleepy rogers gets sassy 

Steve: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Bucky: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Steve: Three of us saw it, Bucky. How do you explain that?

Bucky: *points at Clint* Sleep deprivation. *points at Scott* Paranoia. *points at Wanda* Delusional personality disorder.

Avengers as texts from me and my friends 😈

Steve, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Bucky: How?

Steve: How what?

Bucky: How could they be worse?

Steve: They couldn’t, I lied.

Bucky:

He deserves better than getting hate and getting his character ruin in fanfiction just to make Tony look better

Even after everything that happened between them, this is how Steve spoke about Tony:

And this is how Tony spoke about (and to) Steve:

After Ultron, after the Accords, after the fight in Siberia, after years of radio silence, Steve still called Tony earth's best defender. He still respected Tony and tried to do right by him.

And what did Tony do? Got in Steve's face and blamed him for everything. And Steve just stood there and took it.

I will never get over it. Steve deserved so much better.

Bucky barnes: Goodnight to the love of my life, Steve Rogers, and fuck the rest of y'all.

No because Steve had 5 years to get with Nat but instead chose to go to therapy and talk about a dead b*tch from the forties. Smh.

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