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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.
imagine. sam and bucky will have a really bad argument because bucky still acts extremely protective of him. sam thinks its because he didnt take the serum and bucky thinks hes weak. but its only because bucky loves him too much to see him suffer and he cant bear to lose him. classic fight whatever. BUT THEN bucky has a complete breakdown about how he hasnt felt this way since.... and he trails off but obviously he means steve and while Bucky spills all of this we just see sam's expression soften from anger into quiet understanding and then they silently hug or maybe kiss or smth idk who cares WHO CARES.
sam chilling at home with joaquin, helping him get ready for a date or something i dont know what dads do, and bucky BURSTS through the door, knocking it off its hinges holding all of the thunderbolt members with one arm and yells "WE HAVE NEW KIDS NOW". he also does this with cats. frequently. sam is used to this. bucky broke him.
a fucking fact is bucky has ALWAYS seen captain america as more than captain america. to him steve and sam are just guys that he loves. just dudes he would die for. this bitch is one of the only men who has taken the time to really look beyond the shield so THERE.
slowly falling off my bobs burgers game by obsessing over sam and bucky. this is all you’ll hear from me for the next weeks. i will be thinking about falcon and the white wolf instead of working.
AVENGERS INFINITY WAR
Sketches of MCU actors I've done so far to improve my technical art skill 🪻
Actor: Sebastian Stan - Character: Winter soilder/James 'Bucky' Barnes
Actor: Oscar Isaac - Characters: Moon Knight and Miguel O'Hara
Actor: Anthony Mackie - Character: Captain America/Sam Wilson
Actress: Deborah Ann Woll - Character: Karen Page
Thoughts about captain America brave new world
Since the movie is about come out and adamantium is going to introduce in this film
is it weird to think that the wankadans are going to be the ones researching the metal
My thought process for this is that the government should have some people who have experience with alien metal like vibranium and possibly have the technology to analyze the material to determine what it is
Plus if they do end up doing this in the movie they could have them making upgrades to Sam Wilson’s suit to help face the red hulk
This probably won’t happen but it’s fun to think about
[ Someone says something 15/18+ ]
Steve: The children are here.
Kate: I'm twenty-fucking-three.
Wanda: I'm russian.
Tony: Peter is from Queens.
Peter: I've got nothing to say abt that.
Harley: I'm much worse then all of you.
Wade: You're not counting me as a child anymore.
Clint: Why the hell we adopted them?
Kate: *blink blink*
Clint: Oh yeah, nevermind.
Bonus
Sam: I thought the hawk girl is like, twelve.
Bucky: How they all ended up here?
Natasha: Since when there's so many kids?
Sam: Shut up.
Bucky: No, you shut up.
Sam: I said that first.
Bucky: Make me then?
Sam: Oh, I will.
Sam: But you might moan a little.
the Continued Awkwardness of being an official "Non-Avenger" Avenger by Anti_Social_Headphones_Kid
Spidey's gotten closer to the Avengers ever since they've returned, and everything seems to be going smooth- his identity is still safe, and he's friends with the Avengers- it couldn't get any better then that, right?
The Avengers on the other hand, have started to love having the Spider around- but their opinions on his identity are getting confusing, to say the least
Okay, but hear me out, I saw yesterday a thing about Zemo being a sort-of-father figure to Sam and Bucky, so why not a male reader that reminds Zemo of his kid, like Zemo sees him and he feels as if he gets another chance to be happy, making him very protective of the reader, and in my head the reader does not have a dad and his mother works all day, so Zemo takes care of the reader, teaches him stuff, but then Sam and Bucky think that Zemo is going to hurt the kid and try to keep the two fo them separated but Zemo just finds a way to be with the boy again.
I don’t know, it is just, I really like that thought and I had to share it.
PS: This is the thing I saw
MerMay Sam and Bucky!
Based off of a dream I had.
Also, Bucky wouldn’t be found until around the time Steve was originally, while Steve was found not too long after he crashed the plane cuz I refuse to believe that hydra didn’t put tracking devices on that plane.
OK HEAR ME OUT!
There were way too many cliffhangers in TFATWS for there to not be a second season. The ending just reminded me so much of the way Agent Carter s1 ended.
THERE ARE TOO MANY LOOSE ENDS!
(Also, could be just me but I think Madam Hydra and The Power Broker are working together and US Agent is an unknowing ally. And somehow Zemo will be included in this. But that’s just my opinion)
*slow claps*
Great job, John Walker.
Great. Kriffing. Job.
*screeches*
oh god this has me going absolutely feral, ugh what i would give to have sam fuck me like this-
Training Day
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Characters: Sam Wilson x woc!reader
Summary: The one where training with Sam leads to other things
Word Count: 2k+
Warnings: look….it’s smut. choking, semi public sex, female receiving oral, spanking (once really) unprotected sex (wrap it before they tap it), creampie, daddy kink (just the name used once), size kink because sam was so gd beefy in tfatws and it makes me feral
A/N: SAM WILSON PIN ME TO THE WALL CHALLENGE. This one goes out to my main Samhoes @ritesofreverie & @certainaesthetic This is obviously set after TFATWS so Sam is Captain America (AS HE SHOULD BE). The divider is by @firefly-graphics
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I love love love this. This is so Sam/Anthony coded. Exactly how I think he’d react.
Playing It Cool
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Sam’s getting way too suspicious about your secret relationship with Bucky.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: humor, fluff, secret dating, laundry room shenanigans, sam wilson being done
A/N: this can be read as a standalone even though it's part of a series called "You Said What". It doesn't necessarily follow a specific order, but if you want to check out the other parts, here they are: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 thanks for reading, i hope you like it :)
Sam didn’t sleep well.
It wasn’t the coffee. It wasn’t even the lingering PTSD from a week spent chasing Hydra remnants. No, this was different.
This was gut feeling. Instinct.
He was standing in the kitchen, hair wild, hoodie misaligned, and eyes like a war veteran who’d seen things and couldn’t unsee them. The clock blinked a smug 7:03 a.m. He poured black coffee like a man betrayed by the very concept of sleep.
That’s when he saw it.
Two mugs on the counter.
One had your initials. The other—a vintage WWII fighter plane sticker. It hadn’t been there last night. He knew, because he always did a final kitchen sweep before bed. Counters clean. Dishes put away. Mugs? Accounted for.
His eye twitched.
“…Barnes,” Sam whispered.
He crouched slowly, inspecting the mugs like they might start confessing their crimes.
Then the hallway creaked. Sam turned so fast he sloshed coffee onto his hoodie.
You entered the room, yawning dramatically, hoodie sleeves engulfing your hands.
“Morning,” you mumbled.
Sam squinted. “Is it? Is it really?”
You blinked. “…Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said, with the exact tone of a man who was absolutely not fine. He walked to the table and pulled out a chair like it owed him money. “Sit.”
“Why?”
“Because I have questions.”
“I’m not under interrogation.”
“You are now.”
“…Sam.”
“Tell me what you were doing between 0500 and 0700 hours.”
“Sleeping.”
“Alone?”
You squinted. “What kind of creepy follow-up—?”
Sam narrowed his eyes like a raccoon about to steal a whole rotisserie chicken. “I knew it. There’s a cover-up.”
You grabbed a piece of toast and headed for the hallway. “There’s a cover-up on your brain, Wilson.”
“I’ve seen the signs,” Sam called after you. “The glances! The whispers! The ‘accidental’ brush of hands during mission briefings!”
“Maybe I’m just clumsy!” you yelled.
“And matching mugs?”
“That sticker was mine first!”
Before Sam could yell something, Bucky entered the room, with aexpression criminally smug. He looked like the kind of man who had just done something worth hiding.
“Morning,” Bucky said, voice low and gravelly. He moved to the coffee pot.
Sam’s eyes followed him like a hawk on its sixth espresso.
“You okay?” Bucky asked.
“I’m great,” Sam replied. “Y/N just left.”
“Cool.”
“Came in lookin’ real tired.”
“People get tired.”
“You look real tired.”
Bucky paused, looked Sam dead in the eye. “You implying something?”
Sam sipped his coffee. “I don’t know. You implying something?”
They stared each other down. The air crackled. Somewhere in the distance, a tumbleweed rolled by. A raven cawed.
“You need sleep,” Bucky muttered.
“I’ll sleep when the truth sleeps,” Sam snapped back.
Then Sam dramatically left the room—only to storm back in ten seconds later to grab a banana. He peeled it with authority and left again.
Later that morning, when Sam had finally left for a jog—or more accurately, a neighborhood reconnaissance mission—you found yourself back in the kitchen. You were putting away a dish, humming quietly to yourself, when a pair of warm arms slid around your waist.
You didn’t jump. You never did when it was him.
“Hey,” Bucky murmured against your neck, voice soft now, stripped of the earlier smugness he reserved for sparring with Sam. His lips brushed your skin like a secret.
“Hey yourself,” you whispered, leaning back into his chest. “You’re not worried Sam’s going to install surveillance cameras?”
“He probably already has.” You both laughed.
He rested his chin on your shoulder. “I left my mug out on purpose, you know.”
You turned your head to look at him, brow raised. “Seriously?”
Bucky shrugged, expression boyishly proud. “He’s been circling for weeks. Figured we’d give him a trail to follow. Let the man feel like he cracked the case.”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “You are so chaotic.”
He grinned. “You love it.”
You turned in his arms, resting your hands on his chest. “Yeah… I kinda do.”
He kissed you then. Slow. Sweet. Familiar. The kind of kiss that said, even with a super-spy roommate and questionable mugs, this? This is real.
Later that night you bumped into Sam, sitting on the couch. He was hunched forward, elbows on knees, staring ahead
“Where are you going?” he asked, voice low and suspicious, eyes narrowing like you’d just confessed to treason.
You froze. “Uh. Laundry?”
“Interesting,” he said, voice dripping with suspicion. “You know who else said they had laundry tonight?”
You blinked. “…Literally everyone who owns clothes?”
Sam didn’t smile. He leaned in, voice lowering like he was revealing national security secrets. “Barnes. Same night. Same floor. Same time.”
You paused just long enough to regret getting out of your room.
“It’s a laundry room, Sam,” you said flatly. “That’s how they work. People… use it.”
“Mmmhm,” he replied, writing something cryptic in his notebook. The pen squeaked aggressively against the page.
Just then, the door swung open—and in walked Bucky Barnes, freshly showered, damp hair swept back like a shampoo commercial, whistling something suspiciously upbeat.
“Y/N. Wilson,” he greeted smoothly.
“Barnes,” Sam said, staring like he was trying to burn a hole through his soul with his eyes.
You smiled. Just a regular smile. Harmless. No romantic undertones. Just two coworkers… being cordial.
Totally.
“You know... I was asking Y/N here,” Sam said, still squinting, “about her suspiciously coordinated laundry schedule.”
Bucky didn’t miss a beat. “Must be fate.”
You coughed, choking down a laugh.
Sam slammed his notebook shut with the kind of theatrical flair that screamed “I was born for this drama.”
“Enough. You think I’m not onto you. But I see things.”
Bucky raised a brow. “You seeing ghosts again?”
“I’m seeing clues, Barnes. Don’t play dumb. You two doing laundry together. The mugs. The vanishing act during last Tuesday’s debrief—twenty minutes. Both of you. Gone.”
You opened your mouth, searching for a reasonable explanation, but let’s be honest—this was Sam. There was no “reasonable” left. This man had turned your laundry schedule into a covert op.
You crossed your arms. “We went to get snacks.”
“Snacks,” Sam echoed flatly.
“Yes,” you said, trying to maintain dignity. “You know. Human food. Fuel. Chips. The sacred post-mission ritual.”
Sam’s expression didn’t change. “For twenty minutes.”
“There was a vending machine incident,” Bucky added smoothly, stepping closer, unbothered. “Y/N had a standoff with a bag of peanut M&Ms. It got intense.”
You rolled your eyes as Bucky leaned casually against the doorframe, looking way too smug for someone being accused of laundry-based espionage.
Sam was relentless. “You think this is a game? Because I’ve got spreadsheets. I’ve got charts. I have timestamps.”
“I’m flattered,” Bucky replied, folding his arms. “Didn’t realize I was your top case file.”
“You’re not,” Sam snapped. “You’re just the most suspicious.”
You shook your head, already backing toward the hallway. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go… do the thing. With the clothes. Like a normal human person.”
“Sure you are,” Sam muttered, squinting again like he was two seconds away from installing security cameras.
“Goodnight, Wilson,” Bucky said with a wink. And then—because of course—he followed you out.
“Hey!” Sam called. “This isn’t over!”
You didn’t turn around, but you did hear the sound of him furiously scribbling in that cursed notebook again.
You and Bucky sat side by side on top of the industrial dryer, the hum of the spinning machines filling the quiet room. A single overhead light flickered occasionally, casting a soft glow over the laundry baskets at your feet. The scent of fabric softener lingered in the warm air.
“He’s going to lose his mind,” you murmured, folding a hoodie with unnecessary precision.
“He already has,” Bucky said, smirking. “Tried to stick a tracker in my jacket this morning.”
You laughed, bumping your shoulder into his. “We should start leaving fake clues. Plant a puzzle piece under his pillow. Hang a tie in the garage.”
“I already put a sock in the fridge,” Bucky said casually, reaching over to pull a warm towel from the dryer.
You turned to look at him, mouth open in delight. “You didn’t.”
“I did. Red. Argyle. No explanation.”
You grinned, shaking your head. “I love you.”
Bucky chuckled, leaning in to kiss your temple. “I know.”
You went quiet for a beat, letting the rhythm of the machines and the safe warmth between you fill the space. His knee rested against yours. The scent of his cologne barely clung to the edge of his freshly laundered shirt.
He reached for your hand, twining his fingers through yours beneath the basket of still-warm socks. “He’s getting close, though. We are getting pretty obvious.”
“You wanna stop?” you asked, turning toward him.
He looked at you—really looked. And it was all soft eyes, steady presence, and a patience you hadn’t known you needed until him.
“Not a chance.”
Bucky smiled, warm and easy, and pressed his forehead lightly to yours.
“So,” you whispered, “what are we going to do when Sam actually proves something?”
“We deny everything.”
You laughed. “Even under interrogation?”
“Especially under interrogation.”
One day, he’d prove it.
But not today.
Meanwhile in the living room, Sam was writing in his notebook. On the top of the page:
CASE #110: They’re DEFINITELY Dating. And beneath it, scrawled in increasingly frantic handwriting:
shared laundry = suspicious
“Coincidentally” always sitting next to each other
Y/N smiled at him like he invented air.
Bucky smiled back.
FRIDAY pinged softly. “Sir, your blood pressure is elevated.”
“Because there’s a LIE in this house, Friday!”
War was still on.
But as long as you had Bucky Barnes looking at you like you were his whole world?
You were definitely still winning.
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A/N: it's me again, hi. just wanted to say a big thank you for all the comments and feedback i've been getting from all of you. never thought that a one-shot could turn into a series with already SEVEN PARTS. anyway, just thank you all again. i hope you're liking where this is going. see you next chapter <3
Cameron Klein, Sharon Carter, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff- at the epicenter of all of them, the conspiracy of Steve's disappearance and their collective rising suspicion.
finally gonna start uploading my marvel month pieces here! starting with falcon ☆
Bucky, speaking into his arm that is recording: Day 14 in the Soul Stone, so far no notable incidents, people are finding various ways to amuse themselves. Right now the tree creature is singing “I am groot” to the tune of “Despacito”, the greatest song of all time according to Spider-Boy. I can not detect any animosity between peopl-
Peter, following Sam: But why a falcon…why not… let’s say… an ostrich?
Bucky: Correction, Sam Wilson is about to murder a minor. I have to go.
“I fought a bear once. In Russia.” Bucky says, fiddling with the hair tie around his wrist.
Sam squints at him. “Like, you just randomly squared off with a bear in the Russian wilderness.”
“Everybody makes sacrifices for this lifestyle, Mr. Sam.” Peter says solemnly.
Sam gapes at him. “Sacrifices? I was an international fugitive for this ‘lifestyle’. I was on the run for months for this ‘lifestyle’. The Winter f-ing Soldier drop-kicked me off a helicarrier! Your underdeveloped teenage brain has no idea what I’ve put up with for this ‘lifestyle’!"
“Great, so a bunny shouldn’t be too much work!”
In which the Winter Soldier blows up Fury's phone and ops for code over interpretive dance.
Sam Wilson and the Art of Moving On as an International Fugitive
Fury: So Steve, it’s great that you brought this random guy with you and Natasha to my ultra-secret bunker that even Natasha didn’t know about, how do you know him again?
Steve: Sam and I met in a park last week and then I visited him at his job one time and then Natasha and I went to his house when we were fugitives and then we all broke into Fort Worth together
Steve: I also put Sam down as my next of kin in case I get horribly injured or anything. Just so you know
Fury: …
Steve: I’d also like for Sam to be an Avenger