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[image: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and Sharon Carter sit together under a blanket wearing Hanukkah sweaters.  Natasha sits in the center wearing a blue shirt with the text “So Light ‘em Up Up Up” above a menorah.  Wanda sits on the left of the picture leaning her head on Nat’s shoulder, wearing a pink sweater-vest emblazoned with a dreidel design.  Sharon sits on the other side, also resting her head on Nat’s shoulder and wearing a blue dreidel sweater that matches Wanda’s.] Wanda, Natasha, and Sharon! 

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Imagine poly!steve getting together with nat and sam and it's fluffy and awkward and cute :))

“Steve.”

He doesn’t look up, just keeps his head bentover his sketchbook, pretending he’s focusing on getting the intricacies ofTony’s suit just right. He knows it’s a flimsy excuse at best – even if Natashawasn’t the world’s best spy and even if Sam wasn’t professionally trained toread people, Steve had an eidetic memory, and had always been a talented artist.Besides, he never made it a habit of drawing Tony, because the man would neverlet him live it down. Steve was never going to get rid of the “language”wisecracks that had somehow managed to travel outside the Avengers circle. Onone of his “Bucky-hunts” as Sam had taken to calling them, Bucky had leftbehind a note with just one word, written in Russian. When Natasha translatedit for him, Steve blushed as red as her hair, but had been slightly pleased tosee her give a full genuine laugh, even if it was at his expense. And there wasstill a part of him that found hope in the fact that his best friend had been torturedand brainwashed for decades, but was able to ride his ass about his mistakewith Stark.

“Does he think he’s fooling us? Or is heplaying deaf?”

“Nah I think he’s off on a tangent in his ownhead.”

“Bucky?”

“Obviously.”

Steve blushed furiously, and yanked himselfback into the present. Of course, when he finally met Natasha’s and Sam’s eyes,he saw just what they were holding in their hands, and immediately glanced downagain. Maybe post-it notes hadn’t been the best idea in the world, but he hadno idea how to court someone in this century, and Darcy had assured him allwooing tips from Cosmo were sound. Besides, the idea sounded cute, and theweirdest things appealed to Natasha, while Sam just seemed to beam every timeSteve did a “normal human being thing”.

“Steve.” He gave a sigh, and resigned himselfto his fate and rejection, finally looking Natasha dead in the eye. He wasn’tsurprised to see a small smile on her face, but he was to see an absence ofpity. One quick look at Sam’s glowing beam showed him the same thing.

“Very cute, but post-it notes with affectionatesayings aren’t my thing. Italian food is very much my thing, so you’ll betaking us to that new bistro on 8th this Friday. Wear blue, and buycondoms.”

Without another word, she left the kitchen,leaving Steve gaping at her, his blush quickly deepening and traveling acrosshis body. Sam however remained, and leaned in closer.

“Cute, affectionate post-it notes? Totally mything.”

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Imagine Bucky is agender, has been since childhood. He (they? Xe? The only one Bucky knows is wrong is *it*) can't help but wonder, though, if this only made it all the easier for HYDRA to create the Winter Soldier. A weapon doesn't have a gender, after all, does it?

The panic attacks and the flashbacks are horrible, but they’re things Bucky can rage and fight against. The thought that drifts into their mind and clings as light and persistent as spider webs … that is harder to fight. The thought is a calm, rational pointing out that perhaps Bucky had been particularly … suitable for HYDRA’s experiments. Susceptible, whispers the voice. Weak.

It slips from Bucky’s lips late one night in the dark. It feels like an all-too-reasonable truth by this point; they’re not expecting Steve to snap from the sleepy meandering conversation to sudden alertness, sitting upright.

“‘A weapon doesn’t’ - Bucky, what…?”

They’re not expecting the utter bafflement and shock in Steve’s voice, either. They flinch away a little, rolling to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, no,” Steve says. He presses up against Bucky’s back and slides an arm around Bucky’s waist, hugging them close. “That’s bullshit,” Steve says, gently.

“You don’t know that,” Bucky protests.

“Yeah, I do. If HYDRA had caught me instead -.” The thought is intolerable; Bucky physically tries to twist away from it, but Steve’s lightly trapped them in his embrace. “Seriously, Buck, hear me out. If they’d caught me instead, would it have been harder for them to break me because I was a man?”

“What? Steve, no. I just…”

“Good,” Steve says. “Because I don’t think the reverse about you, not for one damn second.”

Steve shifts back just enough to give him space to rub Bucky’s back; slow, firm pressure, working at the tension locking Bucky’s back. He exhales quietly.

“When we were looking for you ….” He grimaces. “When we were looking for you, Nat dug up what she could about HYDRA. She found an early file about you.” Bucky tenses again. Steve keeps stroking their back. “I’m sorry, I read it. I’m sorry. The things they did to you … you held out for months. Months and months, you fought them all the way down. There was nothing ‘easy’ about any of it.” Steve smiles wryly against the back of their neck. “You pissed them off, Buck. And even after they got their soldier, they had to keep beating you down, because anytime they dropped their guard you kept trying to come back.”

Bucky rolls back over and presses themselves against Steve. Steve returns the embrace, hard. “You came back,” Steve says, voice wavering. “And there’s not a day that I’m not profoundly fucking grateful for that.”

“Needed you in order to do it,” Bucky mutters.

“That doesn’t make you weak, that makes you human. We all need people.” Steve takes a breath. “I need you.”

Bucky snorts. “You’re a sentimental fool, Rogers.” But their voice is a little damp, and they in no way loosen their grip. Neither does Steve.

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Bucky/Cap/Peggy for caphairdadbeard!!

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Natasha, Maria, and Liho for avesnongrata.

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I commissioned this ridic gorgeous artwork from the amazingly, I mean, stupidly talented vylla-art, having both A Painted White Unknown and As Is in mind, and OMG, it is perfection.  PERFECTION.

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!!! those are great!!!! and omg I'd love to hear the situational and long nb!bucky feels if you're up for telling me!!

oh man i’m so bad at these types of things so many people have like these amazing well thought out headcanons and i’m over here like on the fly making shit up bc i can’t concentrate but p much like whatever i think of becomes a headcanon so i’ll try to give u a few

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so a little bit into bucky’s recovery, when they actually begins to think of themselves as a person again, and begin to make decisions about their body, they realize that without all that intensive training and (extremely) strict diet they’ve lost a bit of muscle and they like it. so they keep on not heavily working out, running and maybe some yoga, and they like the way there’s a softness to their sides and stomach

bucky’s aesthetic is like, different variations cool y’know?? like leather jackets and ripped jeans and combat boots, but also long thick cardigans and soft t-shirt dresses and faux fur lined boots (not uggs omg) sometimes they just throw on a pair of loose sweatpants, some sunglasses and a tshirt, throw their hair up in a bun but believe me they still look amazing. on one rare occasion in the summer they wear a pair of booty shorts and steve almost has an aneurism

SELFIES!! selfies are definitely a thing, it goes hand in hand with bucky’s love for future technology (i.e. camera phones) and their self love journey. at first taking them was hard, they couldn’t find an angle they liked and sometimes even looking at their reflection was hard, but they get there, like they always do, and now bucky is the selfie master, every angle is a good angle and they snapchat steve sam and natasha incessantly

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steve’s sweet enby partners snapping a selfie for him cause he misses them when he’s on solo missions

(and he made sam promise he’ll show him that bucky is still there and not tailing steve to make sure he’s ok)

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stegginelli. Steve impressing Angie's family. Not cause he's "ex-military", or because he's famous. It's because of how much he can eat. His metabolism is 10x faster than normal, means he eats about 10x as many calories. He makes an amazing impression on big Italian family, all while pink, and Peggy thankfully evades too many attempts at refilling her plate. "Unlike him, I'm sure I'll burst." Angie excuses herself to laugh

Peggy honestly thought they would burySteve in questions. So had Angie. They’d reminded him not to panic if too manyItalians started yelling at once. Because he’s Captain America, back from anicy grave. And he’s living with their precious Angela, who’s been living withPeggy for several years now. And Peggy used to be Steve’s best girl, as much asyou can be that for someone when you’ve only shared one kiss.

Basically, it was all terriblycomplicated, and Peggy couldn’t blame her ‘in-laws’ for wanting to interrogatethe new man in their daughter’s life. The man who was very much in love withthe woman n Angie’s life.

But the Martinellis were surprisingly relaxedabout this new arrangement. Perhaps they thought it better not to ask too manyquestions. Their daughter was happy, their daughter-in-law was happy, andCaptain America, a national treasure, was alive and in their kitchen,complimenting Mrs. Martinelli’s breadsticks.

As long as Angie was content and thebreadsticks were treated with proper respect, things were all right in theMartinelli world.

Peggy smirked into her napkin, Steve andAngie on either side of her. Steve, rubbish at taking compliments, was nowbeing pelted with them, as if to make up for the questions he’d dodged. SofiaMartinelli looked on in delight as Steve accepted helping after helping of  her lasagna, alternating between English andItalian.

“Look at you. Big, strong man, knows thevalue of good cooking.”

Steve froze, blushing with his fork inmidair. “I can stop…”

Sofia rattled off something in Italian,shook her head no, and shoved three more breadsticks on his plate.”

“You’d best continue eating,” Peggymurmured in his ear. “They quite like it when everyone eats.”

“You’re not,” Steve said, eyeing herempty plate.

“I, darling, am not gifted with yourenhanced metabolism. If I eat anymore, I’m afraid it will all come back up.”

“Yeah,” said Angie. “Almost did, thefirst time I brought her home. She didn’t wanna tell Ma no, so her plate keepsgetting topped off, and she keeps clearing it, ‘cause big, tough super spy isafraid of pissing off my mother—”

“Angela! Language!”

“Sorry, Ma.”

Peggy rolled her eyes at Steve,discretely passing him the bread that Sofia had somehow set on her place fromacross the table. “And she wonders why I was concerned.”

“Anyway,” said Angie, as if there’d beenno interruption. “Peggy ate so much that I thought she was gonna be sick in thecab on the way back.”

Steve frowned. “Do you always sound sohappy telling stories about Peggy being ill?”

“She does.”

“Shut up, English. It’s not like youactually got sick.”

“Indeed,” Peggy drawled. “Steve,incoming.”

Steve had half a second to look confusedbefore a large heaping of pasta was dumped in front of him. “Oh no, Mrs.Martinelli, I couldn’t possibly—”

“Nonsense. You were trapped under allthat cold water for so long, you must’ve been hungry.”

Angie leaned in to address Steve. “Justsmile, nod and eat. It’ll be easier that way.”

Steve, ever the soldier, followedorders.

“I do wish you hadn’t been quite solate,” Peggy told him, squeezing his knee under the table. “Do you know howmany calories I had to work off because of these gatherings? So many shortenedworkouts, if only you’d been here to take my share of the feast.”

Steve tried to talk past a mouthful offood, typically more of a Peggy thing. “Sorry I inconvenienced, not being hereto substitute for the dog under the table who gets your scraps.”

“I’ll consider forgiving you. Sofia?Steve looks like he could use a bit more pasta.”

While her mother made a delighted exclamationin Italian, Angie grinned at Peggy, who was receiving a glare from Steve. Asmuch as one could glare with their cheeks bulging out like that. “Be rightback, Ma,” she said, pushing back from the table. She kissed Steve’s cheek asshe left, proud of herself when he choked, just a bit.  Suppressing the giggles until she was lockedin the bathroom was one of the hardest acting jobs of her career.

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SteveBuckyPeggy “I get really sick on roller-coasters and you had the misfortune of sitting in front of me so, uh… sorry…” AU

teenage, modern, non-powered au. county fair, maybe? i leave the precise setting to u.

“Bucky, let me puke into your coat,” Steve said, in a shitty attempt at a stage whisper.

“What?” Bucky asked, at normal volume, because what?

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Barbershop Quartet (Steve/Bucky/Natasha/Sam), “alright who ate the last piece of chocolate cake i thought we ALL agreed to share it?!”

“Oh, Steve’s gonna be pissed,” Sam said, pointing atthe empty cake stand with his fork as Natasha diced an onion. “When did thatdisappear?”

“You’re asking me?”

“I know you just got in, but, since you’re all-knowing—”

Natasha flicked a piece of onion at him. “I don’t know whereyou boys keep getting that idea. And no, I don’t know when it disappeared. Butyou’re right. Steve was looking forward to us dreamily staring into each other’s eyes aswe quartered that last piece.”

“It would’ve been a fork fight and he knows it,” Bucky said.He manned the stove, melting butter in a cast iron pan with his left handbecause they were out of clean potholders. “You see him today, Sam? You wereboth outta bed when I got around.”

“He was up before me,” Sam said, returning towhisking the eggs and milk for their omelets. “I ran on my own. Figuredsomebody called him in on high-level Avengers business.”

“Uh-uh,” Natasha said as she scraped the onion into a bowlfor Bucky and then moved on to a green pepper. “I was just at the Tower beforeI came here. Things are so slow Maria’s making mimosas.”

It was just after seven o’clock in the morning. The lightslanting in the windows of Sam’s house hadn’t quite lost the gray tinge of dawnyet.

“Huh,” Sam said, staring at the cake stand.

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WinterShieldShock Darcy accidentally keeps saving their asses/is conveniently at the right place and time to help. Maybe one day she spills her coffee on one and disables a bug, or she makes out with one of them to cover their escape or let's them inside her dressing room so they can hide from bad guys

“Oh shit, I did not mean to do that,” Darcy says, dropping her empty Starbucks cup and staring at Bucky’s sparking arm. He’s staring too. 

“It’s not SUPPOSED to do that,” he says, clearly alarmed, which is how they find out about the freaky electronic alien parasite that was trying to hide out and hitch a ride back to the Tower and Tony Stark’s super-exciting computer systems. 

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“Oh hey what are you guys doing downtown–” Darcy greets cheerfully. 

“PLEASE LET US INTO YOUR CAR AND ALSO HIT THE GAS RIGHT NOW,” Steve yells as politely as possible, which is how they don’t get overrun by enraged and slightly explosive robot drones. 

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“Oops.” 

“… did you just tase the evil Nazi computer program to death?” Bucky asks, which is how the free world lives another day. 

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“Yo! I brought snacks!” Darcy greets as she lets herself into the latest stuffy and horrible cocktail party Tony tricked them into having. “And also Asgardian mead. Like, oh my god, so much Asgardian mead.”

“Marry us,” Steve says fervently, which is how they start dating. 

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u cant tell me peggy n steve didnt ask bucky to judge which one of them has better tits

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OT3 playing tourist in the city.

How excited do you think that person was when Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, and Bucky Barnes came up from nowhere, asking them to take their picture for them?

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I’ve had such a bad week year day so I wanted to draw what makes me truly happy: my OT3. <3 <3 <3 

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Movie night by Szikee on deviantART

What are finals? lets watch a movie.

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I was listening to Soul Heaven and was suddenly struck with a mighty need for this.

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Sometimes I headcanon Sam as nonbinary as well as asexual…