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rewatching captain america winter soldier after a few years and its really insane to me that the first time we meet sam hes instantly making steve laugh and sympathizing w him like possibly no one else has done despite knowing him for two minutes tops i love him a lot

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okay this is funny

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homesick

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SEBASTIAN STAN  GQ Italia 2018 ph. by Robbie Fimmano

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Bucky Barnes during Airport Battle Captain America: Civil War 2016 | dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo

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Bucky just wants his arm.

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samjohn moodboard

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Healing

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1x12, faith gamblenatural, 2/29

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★ ⎯a soldier's solace. part ii

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader. Bucky x wife!reader. Bucky x fem!reader.

Tags: husband bucky. Fluff & comfort. Secret marriage. New Avengers!bucky. Thunderbolts spoilers. You guys LOVED part one, so here is part two. Thank you so much for the support.

Synopsis: The secret's out; Bucky Barnes is married. After allowing the Thunderbolts in his own home, they all learn to fall in love with the same woman as him. Featuring our favourite white kitten.

Warnings: possible grammar and spelling mistakes. Not proofread. No use of y/n. Worse than my usual work, something quick & written w my phone.

I do not consent for my work to be uploaded onto other platforms or translated. Reblog to support.

The Thunderbolts sat now completely patched up and clean. The only thing missing was a warm plate of food—which certainly was on its way. The house was filled with the delicious aroma of a sizzling pot of vegetables. You moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, humming to yourself as you cut down some carrots and stirred the soup.

Bucky watched with a tired smile, the corner of his lips pulling upwards. He’d seen you do this a hundred times before, and it never got old. Something about the domesticity of the situation made his heart flutter.

“That actually does smell good,” for the first time in the last couple of hours, Ava smiled—along with the rest of the team. Never in their lives had they seen Bucky’s eyebrows hang so loosely, with no worry whatsoever. And to even push their amazement further, Alpine decided to make yet another appearance.

She meowed softly as she rubbed her head against Bucky’s hand, which lazily hung from the couch. “Hey, Alp,” his hand moved to acknowledge the small animal, brushing his fingers against her tiny nose bridge. She watched with curious, distrusting eyes, curling against the soldier’s arm as if her tiny body would have been able to shield him from the strangers.

Alpine Barnes was very clearly her father’s daughter—that was what you had said. Everyone else outside your home—minus a few other people like Sam—were met with a loud hiss and a distasteful look. He scooped the cat into his arms, gently placing her on his chest and allowing her to curl up against his neck.

The little white cat missed him when he wasn’t home—whenever he was sent on a mission that lasted longer than a day, she’d start to grow particularly adamant about scratching the couch and chewing on Bucky’s shoes.

Bucky had found Alpine some years ago, right when he was coming home after the whole Flagsmashers ordeal. He had found her scrounging for food in some dark street in Brooklyn, completely drenched, probably cold, and definitely scared.

Something in the wary blue eyes of the tiny animal spoke directly to him. Without thinking twice, he picked her up, and embraced her with the warmth of his leather jacket, her head sticking out from inside.

“So you have a wife, and you have a cat?” John inquired, breaking the silence, to what Bucky just shrugged. “Just don’t try to pet her—unless you want your burrito shield scratched, that is.” A collective snicker was heard across the room, making you raise your gaze away from your vegetables. “Hey, I got a new one, a better one this time!” He retorted, in an almost offended tone.

“James, be nice. What kind of team dynamics are these?” You half-scolded your husband, earning an amused huff in return. “Very interesting ones, definitely,” Yelena replied, eyes watching over Alpine’s tail movement as Bucky ran his vibranium fingers through her hair.

“Well, I tried to help us all become friends. Gain team unity and everything. But Mr. Soldier doesn’t want to attend our boding sessions,” Alexei sounded almost outraged at Bucky’s refusal to attend his very dear meetings. You shot Bucky a glare, silently questioning his distaste towards Alexei’s wholehearted intentions of forming an actual emotional team.

“Don’t worry, him and I—we’ll have a chat about his team appreciation.” You reassured, your voice just sharp enough, the sound of the kitchen knife against the plastic board punctuating your words. “Sweetheart—” Bucky tried to intervene, raising one arm in your direction. “No, James, they all seem so nice. So far, very good guests, none of them dripped blood over my new carpet.”

That was, yet again, a strange thing to witness for the Thunderbolts. Bucky was completely at his wife’s mercy. How could he not be, though? After Steve left, Bucky thought he was meant to ‘make amends’ and walk alone forever.

Until you walked in and swept him entirely off his feet. He was not expecting it, and he sure as hell wasn’t prepared for it. But you had, and he was immensely grateful for it.

You held his metal hand as if it was nothing to be afraid of, and every time he made a self-deprecating joke, you laughed alongside him instead of scolding and lecturing him about ‘how much he was truly worth’. Love hadn’t been on the table for him, at least not since the 1940s. There was something about his old-fashioned charm that lured you in.

This could be seen all over your house, since most of your furniture consisted of old, second hand items from the past century. One of the first things you had done, upon beginning to date Bucky, was introducing him to thrift stores. Naturally, when you got married, you went out of your way to find 40s items to decorate the house—to make him feel at home, too.

“Okay, dinner’s almost done!” You exclaimed with a smile, approaching the group once more. They all cheered, now that the adrenaline had worn off, and that they were completely healed, hunger was truly starting to make itself present.

ou sat on the armrest of the couch Bucky was manspreading on, his hand moving to the small of your back, keeping you in place and brushing comforting circles with his thumb. “You’re surprisingly normal,” Ava smiled appreciatively. “Uhm, what?” You questioned, brow raised in confusion.

“No, no, it’s good, we just figured that if Bucky was ever to date someone it would be—I don’t know—someone brooding and dark like him,” John shrugged trying to defend his point of view. That last part was true; you were the complete opposite of your husband. You owned a flower shop, and you baked, you greeted everyone with the most radiating of smiles, and never once treated a customer rudely.

“I think we might have to steal you away one day, have some girl talk.” Yelena suggested, Bucky shooting daggers in her direction. “You’re not—” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before you eagerly agreed, “that sounds fun.”

You placed a hand on his bicep, a gentle touch of reassurance; you were not going to disappear on him just because you became friends with his team. You were there, for him, always, and that alone allowed him to breathe.

From the kitchen area, your phone rang, signalling the soup was ready to be served. You hurriedly stood up, taking long, quick strides to your usual spot. “Alright, you five, hope this is good enough for your New Avenger taste buds or whatever.”

The first once to receive a bowl was Bucky, who blissfully took spoonfuls of the liquid, loving nothing more than his wife's cooking. The rest followed along, instantly amazed and grateful for the warm, homemade meal. “Told you she was good,” said your husband proudly, a smirk on his face as he stood up to place a peck to your temple.

“The food is wonderful, and she is incredibly nice,” Yelena added, a smile slipping through the clear exhaustion. In just a matter of forty-five minutes, an entire team of ex-criminals and mercenaries had warmed up to you, the same way as Bucky once had. Nobody resisted the appeal.

“Maybe we should even bring Bob to meet Mrs. secret wife here one of these days.”

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Back on my bullshit

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red riding hood

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they’re having a beautiful gay sex saturday. in my mind. 🤠

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STEP ONE of treating that stab wound I gave you is letting me tonguefuck it

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happy pride everybody

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the core four 🕸️💫🪽🔥