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    msbeeinmybonnet:

You know what I want to talk about? I want to talk about Bucky, about the pre-war days, about what an absolute nightmare it must have been to love Steve back then.
Because let’s face it, Steve was ridiculously sickly and didn’t give a fuck about that.
I mean, just imagine yourself in Bucky’s position. Seriously, do it.
You’re born right at the end of the worst war in man’s memory, possibly history. Miraculously enough your father returns and your young childhood is possibly almost idyllic, living with your parents in an era characterized by abundance and optimism.
You start school and it’s good, you have friends and you like learning things. Then one day there is this little shrimp of a fella getting pushed around by some of the boys in your class and you decide to intervene, because damn, it looks like the fella is going to break if you so much as breathe on him. Your classmates aren’t good at taking a no, though, so you take a swing of your own. Of course you do, you can’t let them kill the little shrimp.
You take out the boys because they are more bark rhan bite, but to your surprise the little fella helps you out. He’s pathetic, obviously, but he just keeps getting up and going at it again and again.
Once the boys are chased away, you turn to say that he doesn’t need to thank you, but you stop when you see the little fella glare at you. I had ‘em on the ropes he says through his broken nose and sounds petulant.
You can’t help it. You laugh. The little fella looks hurt and you hurry to explain that Yeah, of course you did and you can’t stop grinning at this amazing, surprising, insane little person. I’m Bucky you say and offer your hand.
Steve. Steve Rogers says the little guy as he shakes your hand and you’re in love.
   So after that, you and Steve become inseperable. Of course you are, because Steve is like a very skinny Zorro. That part worries you a lot, actually, ever since you saw Steve have an asthma attack for the first time. You know that Steve’s father is dead and that his mother is a nurse, so she can probably help, but you still want to be of help too. Steve is your best friend and you don’t want to see him hurt.
So you start trying to protect Steve - you fight his battles for him, you keep him away from things that can trigger any of his illnesses, you always ask if he’s okay.
You do this until Steve yells at you to stop treating him like a baby. You have a huge fallout about it and don’t talk for a week, until you show up at Steve’s door and take him to Coney Island and ride the Cyclone with him. He throws up and laughs.
   Then the Depression hits and everything goes to hell. You are one of the lucky ones - your father still has a job - but all the optimism and abundance you grew up with is gone. It’s tougher, it’s rougher, but it’s okay. You still have Steve by your side and that’s all that matters.
As you grow up, you start getting worried again. The bullies Steve fights are getting bigger and stronger, but Steve is still the same little guy he’s always been. You remember your only big argument and device a new strategy: you step in when Steve is beat and quickly take care of the bullies for him and don’t act like it’s a big deal. You train yourself to not show your concern and worry as you help Steve to his feet, and in time you get really good at it.
You also get real good at fighting dirty and taking out multiple fellas quickly.
Girls start to become insteresting as well. (Boys too, but you don’t talk about that.) They still have nothing on Steve, but it’s fun to take girls out. Especially when Steve comes with. You honestly don’t understand how they are not throwing themselves at Steve while at the same time you’re guiltily glad that Steve is still yours alone. (You want him to always be.)
   Then Steve’s mother dies. It takes a while to convince him, but eventually you and Steve move in together in a miniscule apartment of your own. It’s cheap, which is the important thing, because you need the money for Steve’s medicine and art classes. The neighbourhood might not be the best but you don’t care.
You work as much as you can manage to provide for the both of you. Steve is doing his part, of course, but you know that he might get sick at any time and you need to have enough saved away to manage when that happens. You still don’t mind - you are living with Steve, the two of you have your own place, you have a job. It’s good, it’s real good.
Can you imagine that? Can you imagine that being your life? Can you imagine meeting someone before you’re even a decade old and just knowing that yes, that is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, that one? Can you imagine your life being so entangled with that person that you can’t imagine it without them? Can you imagine loving someone this much?
I’m sorry, I don’t even know if this is meta or fic or headcanon. I just had to write it out because it was tearing me apart. Now if you excuse me, I need to go and bawl my eyes out.
Bucky Barnes is the best.

(gif sources: 1 alielie & 2-3 wintersoldierrs & 4-5 thecaptainrogers & 6-7 ?? & 8 mishasminions)

    msbeeinmybonnet:

    You know what I want to talk about? I want to talk about Bucky, about the pre-war days, about what an absolute nightmare it must have been to love Steve back then.

    Because let’s face it, Steve was ridiculously sickly and didn’t give a fuck about that.

    I mean, just imagine yourself in Bucky’s position. Seriously, do it.

    You’re born right at the end of the worst war in man’s memory, possibly history. Miraculously enough your father returns and your young childhood is possibly almost idyllic, living with your parents in an era characterized by abundance and optimism.

    You start school and it’s good, you have friends and you like learning things. Then one day there is this little shrimp of a fella getting pushed around by some of the boys in your class and you decide to intervene, because damn, it looks like the fella is going to break if you so much as breathe on him. Your classmates aren’t good at taking a no, though, so you take a swing of your own. Of course you do, you can’t let them kill the little shrimp.

    You take out the boys because they are more bark rhan bite, but to your surprise the little fella helps you out. He’s pathetic, obviously, but he just keeps getting up and going at it again and again.

    Once the boys are chased away, you turn to say that he doesn’t need to thank you, but you stop when you see the little fella glare at you. I had ‘em on the ropes he says through his broken nose and sounds petulant.

    You can’t help it. You laugh. The little fella looks hurt and you hurry to explain that Yeah, of course you did and you can’t stop grinning at this amazing, surprising, insane little person. I’m Bucky you say and offer your hand.

    Steve. Steve Rogers says the little guy as he shakes your hand and you’re in love.


    image   image

    So after that, you and Steve become inseperable. Of course you are, because Steve is like a very skinny Zorro. That part worries you a lot, actually, ever since you saw Steve have an asthma attack for the first time. You know that Steve’s father is dead and that his mother is a nurse, so she can probably help, but you still want to be of help too. Steve is your best friend and you don’t want to see him hurt.

    So you start trying to protect Steve - you fight his battles for him, you keep him away from things that can trigger any of his illnesses, you always ask if he’s okay.

    You do this until Steve yells at you to stop treating him like a baby. You have a huge fallout about it and don’t talk for a week, until you show up at Steve’s door and take him to Coney Island and ride the Cyclone with him. He throws up and laughs.


    image   image

    Then the Depression hits and everything goes to hell. You are one of the lucky ones - your father still has a job - but all the optimism and abundance you grew up with is gone. It’s tougher, it’s rougher, but it’s okay. You still have Steve by your side and that’s all that matters.

    As you grow up, you start getting worried again. The bullies Steve fights are getting bigger and stronger, but Steve is still the same little guy he’s always been. You remember your only big argument and device a new strategy: you step in when Steve is beat and quickly take care of the bullies for him and don’t act like it’s a big deal. You train yourself to not show your concern and worry as you help Steve to his feet, and in time you get really good at it.

    You also get real good at fighting dirty and taking out multiple fellas quickly.

    Girls start to become insteresting as well. (Boys too, but you don’t talk about that.) They still have nothing on Steve, but it’s fun to take girls out. Especially when Steve comes with. You honestly don’t understand how they are not throwing themselves at Steve while at the same time you’re guiltily glad that Steve is still yours alone. (You want him to always be.)


    image   image

    Then Steve’s mother dies. It takes a while to convince him, but eventually you and Steve move in together in a miniscule apartment of your own. It’s cheap, which is the important thing, because you need the money for Steve’s medicine and art classes. The neighbourhood might not be the best but you don’t care.

    You work as much as you can manage to provide for the both of you. Steve is doing his part, of course, but you know that he might get sick at any time and you need to have enough saved away to manage when that happens. You still don’t mind - you are living with Steve, the two of you have your own place, you have a job. It’s good, it’s real good.


    image

    Can you imagine that? Can you imagine that being your life? Can you imagine meeting someone before you’re even a decade old and just knowing that yes, that is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, that one? Can you imagine your life being so entangled with that person that you can’t imagine it without them? Can you imagine loving someone this much?

    I’m sorry, I don’t even know if this is meta or fic or headcanon. I just had to write it out because it was tearing me apart. Now if you excuse me, I need to go and bawl my eyes out.

    Bucky Barnes is the best.


    (gif sources: 1 alielie & 2-3 wintersoldierrs & 4-5 thecaptainrogers & 6-7 ?? & 8 mishasminions)

    (via insaneandobsessed)

    — 2 days ago with 4532 notes
    #Marvel  #Steve Rogers  #Bucky Barnes  #i had one of those  #but i didn't even have to wait for her to turn winter soldier on me  #she shot me in the back as bucky barnes  #and then stepped on me as i tried to crawl after her  #and i still love her  #and i don't think you ever get over that  #weather it was one fucked up asshole of a mother or a bunch of Cold War fanatics  #it still hurts 

    jollyasaroger:

    absofmarvel:

    This movie would have been so much funnier if bucky was a concerned white mother.

    i’m sorry, if?

    (via maeglinhiei)

    — 2 days ago with 27218 notes
    #steve rogers  #bucky barnes  #bastard boys from Brooklyn 

    insaneandobsessed:

    A joke drabble would have been hilarious. Because Bucky TOTALLY would remove his arm to do this thing. He would have. Especially after Darcy showed him Toy Story.
    (*SMIRKS*)
    Tony was twisted uncomfortably to get to the part of the car, and when he stretched his hand out for the replacement he was… shy a few inches.
    Dum-E was getting some upgrades done. You and Butterfingers were helping Bucky with his arm, simple upkeep they were capable of doing. Steve was napping on the couch after a long mission, Tony didn’t want to wake him.
    He stretched farther and almost fell and smacked his head on something. Okay then. Not going to read it.
    "Bucky. Give me a hand," he called, wiggling his fingers pointedly towards the tool.
    A moment, then something clattered to the floor nearby. Frowning, Tony twisted his neck and…
    Are you kidding me?!
    Bucky laughed hard enough to wake up Steve, who looked between them, caught sight of the metal arm on the floor and raised his brows. “I don’t want to know,” he muttered, shifting to get comfortable and closing his eyes again. “You two, I fucking swear…”
    "I’m gonna kill Darcy if this becomes a thing," Tony warned.
    "Nah you won’t," Bucky chuckled, coming over and grabbing his arm off the ground. He set it on the backseat of the car, grabbed the replcement part Tony needed, and passed it to him. He sat down on the floor near Tony, picking his arm up and starting to reattach it. "You like her too much. Plus Nat and Clint and Phil would have to kill you, which means Steve and I would have to kill them. Which means the world would depend on the Fantastic Four."
    "Fucking Richards," Tony said instantly.
    "I still don’t get why…"
    "Trust me," Steve said from where he was still sitting with his eyes shut on the couch. His lips twitched. "You don’t wanna know."
    "Just don’t with the Toy Story jokes, Buzz Lightyear," he muttered. "Then we won’t have to be at fault for the world burning."
    Bucky chuckled, smiling slightly as he tested to make sure his arm was good, then reached out to steady Tony. Tony shot him a smile of thanks and finally got to use both hands to hold the part in place and secure it.
    Give me a hand, he was never saying that again, he was surrounded by a bunch of dorks…
    — 4 days ago with 8 notes
    #Bucky Barnes  #Tony Stark  #Steve Rogers  #cackles  #fic 

    waynesrooney:

    mcu meme -  6/7 relationships;  peggy carter and steve rogers.

    You know, I still don’t know how to dance.

    I’ll show you how. Just be there.

    We’ll have the band play something slow. I’d hate to step on your—-

    (Source: buckyxbarnes, via randomingoftherandomness)

    — 4 days ago with 2629 notes
    #peggy carter  #steve rogers  #captain america the first avenger 
    kilelele asked: But can you imagine Professor X visiting SHIELD and then, amidst all these voices thinking about work and and files and se, there's this one voice that goes 'I wonder if I could make one of the surrounding buildings if I jumped from the roof of the triskelion and had a running start. probably not. ok what if i had a motorcycle start. what if i rode my motorcyle and then JUMPED OFF IT IN MIDAIR' and charles peeks in and steve is in a meeting, standing rimrod straight, looking super serious


    Answer:

    bluandorange:

    oh my fucking god

    The next time he comes in Steve’s thoughts veer off into the first few lines of Starspangled Man With A Plan, which is immediately followed by an impressive string of swears because HE KEEPS THINKING HE’S GOT THE FUCKING SONG OUT OF HIS HEAD AND THEN IT JUST CREEPS BACK UP ON HIM WHAT THE FUCK. Trying to dislodge it, he starts reciting some modern pop song about milkshakes and boys in your yard

    — 1 week ago with 8556 notes
    #lol  #charles xavier  #steve rogers 

    kettlebaggins:

    terminallydepraved:

    bucky snapchatting pictures of steve sleeping with it tagged “good morning america”

    why isnt there art of this

    image

    image

    (via selfmadesuperhero)

    — 1 week ago with 18834 notes
    #steve rogers  #bucky barnes  #you fuckers  #bucky bear  #good morning america 

    buckyoubucky:

    handwritingofgod:

    It is commonly believed that Steve cannot lie. Much like Washington, he has this weird reputation for being totally honest all the time.

    Like with Washington, this is a total myth.

    Steve is actually a very good liar, provided he knows he’s going to lie and has his lie down before he tells it.

    No one knows Steve’s ability to lie better than Bucky, though there was a time when he was as blissfully unaware as everyone else. There was a time when Steve was able to successfully hide health issues and emotional problems, insecurities and fears. That ability shattered the day Bucky came home to him collapsed on the floor, barely able to breathe and utterly incoherent from fever.

    there was a moment where bucky thought steve was dead and he never forgave steve for that

    After that, Bucky was more aware. He was able to figure out Steve’s tells, or just know when things didn’t add up. He knew when Steve needed him to wrap an arm around his shoulder and when Steve needed him to stay home. Steve never stopped lying, but Bucky lied too. Now they were on even ground, since Steve was rarely fooled. There were days where Steve felt worthless, pointless, like a burden. Those were the days where Bucky held him close and ran his fingers through Steve’s hair and talked about all the ways Steve was good and how much better Bucky’s life was because of him, until Steve was sobbing into Bucky’s shoulder but they were good tears.

    Years later, Steve is still lying. Nat says he’s not a good liar, but that’s not true. He’s lied successfully for ages, pretending that he was okay. Sam was the first to see through it. Nat saw that he was lonely, but not that he woke up screaming more often than not. Not that he still dreamed about Bucky falling, or about being so cold he couldn’t move. Not that the better nightmares were the ones where he jumped off and followed Bucky into oblivion.

    Bucky’s there, but he’s not Bucky anymore. Not really. Bucky wasn’t that quiet, or that serious. Bucky didn’t keep so much distance from everyone. Bucky didn’t look at Steve like Steve was a stranger.

    It hurts to look at Bucky these days. Things pile up. Ugly missions that stick with him. Failures he can’t forgive himself for. Smile. Keep calm and carry on, as the queen used to say.

    One night, after a mission, he’s sitting quietly in his living room. It’s something he does, and it never helps. Usually it just ends with him feeling utterly worthless, because thinking turns into an ugly cycle of guilt.

    Bucky is too quiet. Steve doesn’t even realize he’s in the room until he sits down next to Steve on the couch.

    "I’m fine." Steve says automatically, because he’s been saying it to almost everyone since they got back from Moscow. Bucky’s expression doesn’t change, it’s a blank mask. Maybe his eyes narrow just a little, but Steve looks away. "I’m fine." He says again.

    Bucky reaches out slowly, like he’s not sure of what he’s doing or thinks Steve will want him to stop. Steve’s too startled to protest as Bucky starts running his fingers through Steve’s hair.

    "I’m fine." Steve protests weakly. Bucky keeps up his movements, and they’re so careful and gentle that they break Steve’s heart. Bucky doesn’t say anything, and Steve doesn’t think his expression, or lack thereof, changes.

    "I’m not going to be fine if you keep this up." Steve tries to joke, but it’s more broken than he means it to be. Bucky pauses, and for a second, Steve’s sorry he said anything because it was so nice to be fussed over, even that little tiny bit.

    Then Bucky’s fingers start carding through his hair again, and Bucky seems a bit more confident in that movement.

    "It’s okay," he says, very quietly. "To not be fine." 

    Steve finds himself curled up in Bucky’s lap, sobbing, his arms wrapped around him with Bucky still petting his hair. He feels stupid, but also lighter, better. Bucky could always tell when he was lying.

    image

    you actually wrote it i’m crying rn

    (via buckysexual)

    — 2 weeks ago with 1215 notes
    #THIS IS BACK AND I'M A DRUNKEN CRYING DISASTER  #steve rogers  #bucky barnes  #feels  #fic  #feels and fic 
    mikes-grrl:

rubydoux:

I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke. I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  

I know it’s a bit gauche to self-rec but this really brings to mind my story Rogers’ Neighborhood. Seeing this pic, I now think that Steve dresses like this for all TV interviews as a quiet homage to his cousin. *sniffles*

    mikes-grrl:

    rubydoux:

    I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.
    I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  
    I will not make a ‘Captain Rogers’ Neighborhood’ joke.  

    I know it’s a bit gauche to self-rec but this really brings to mind my story Rogers’ Neighborhood. Seeing this pic, I now think that Steve dresses like this for all TV interviews as a quiet homage to his cousin. *sniffles*

    (via annundriel)

    — 2 weeks ago with 4164 notes
    #chris evans  #steve rogers 
    
come on caps i know my uniform is pimp as fuck but you guys don’t have to be jealous

    come on caps i know my uniform is pimp as fuck but you guys don’t have to be jealous

    (Source: dolcissimo, via pansexual-bucky-barnes)

    — 2 weeks ago with 9170 notes
    #Sam Wilson  #Steve Rogers  #Bucky Barnes  #that is a damn fine uniform  #sorry caps- sam wins 

    zealouscorgi:

    'a fuckin grende rogers are you shittin me right now'

    based on this

    caffeine fueled morning doodles lets do this

    (via gazzymouse)

    — 2 weeks ago with 38360 notes
    #steve rogers  #peggy carter  #bucky barnes  #marvel  #mcu 

    I profusely apologize to everyone

    — 2 weeks ago with 1 note
    #stucky  #Steve Rogers  #James Bucky Buchannan Barnes  #Captain America  #just imagine the saddest  #most heartwrenching song you know