#becca barnes official

[becca-barnes-official]

Hey I’m going to bust Kamala( @kamala-msmarvel-khan) out of school want to come?

— @moongirlwidow

COUNT ME THE HECK IN!

[wintersoldierishere]

Hello there! Um…winter soldier? My name is becca! And i wanted to ask if you wanted to be my big brother? Please?

- @becca-barnes-official

-squints- Hello, Becca. I am Зимний солдат. Some call me Зима.

[antiquarianfics]

Taken pt. 2

If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would go back to that morning. He would hold you a little tighter in his arms, and he would kiss you a little deeper. He would pull your daughter in between the two of you, letting her giggle as loudly as she wants whilst her parents kiss her cheeks and tickle her belly. If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would have told you not to go to the park—to go anywhere else. But Bucky Barnes can’t time travel, and his wife and daughter are gone.

A/N: The response to pt. 1 was incredible! Thank you guys so much. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Genre: Angst/Fluff / WC: 1,341 /Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

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"What do we know?" Steve asks, rubbing his chin.

"Y/N and Becca have been missing approximately 52 hours; their last known location was Central Park; there are no leads as to who took them; Y/N's phone connected to a cell tower in Munich, Germany 42 hours ago but we've still had zero contact," Tony reports, reading his notes from a tablet.

The same information Tony reports is posted on the screen behind him alongside your official Avenger's photo and a photo of Becca from her 4th birthday party. It makes Bucky sick to see his wife and daughter on the screen as if they're just victims the Avenger's need to save--but they are.

"It just doesn't make sense," Natasha says, pulling everyone's--Bucky, Steve, Wanda, Sam, Clint, and Tony's--eyes to her. "How come we can track her phone? If whoever took them have it, they would have disconnected it. If she has it, she could send a signal, a hint, something to give us a lead."

"Unless she's being watched," Clint points out, anxiously messing with a pen, twirling it through his fingers.

Sam nods in agreement. "Yeah, maybe they--they being who took the better Barnes'--don't know she has the phone and she's hiding it. As long as it's got juice and they don't know it, we've got a chance at finding her." Bucky smirks lightly at Sam's attempt at a joke to lighten the mood; you would've laughed.

"Or it could be a trap," Clint offers in rebuttal to Sam's hypothesis.

"Trap or not," Steve says, "we've got to follow a lead. The longer we wait, the less likely we find them."

Bucky stays silent, sitting alone in the corner of the room. Listening. Worrying. Trying to stay calm. He's exhausted; he hasn't slept since his girls went missing. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he scans the room, eyes falling on his friends working tirelessly to rescue his family before returning to the photos of you and Becca on the screen. He balls his hands into tight fists.

"Tony?" Wanda asks, taking a few frantic steps towards a far screen that displays your phone's tracker.

"I see it," Tony says, typing away on his tablet. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., status report?"

"The cellular device belonging to Agent Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes connected to a cell tower in Novosibirsk, Russia approximately 3 minutes ago. The device is holding at 8% battery life," the A.I. reports.

Bucky sits up straight, eyes narrowing on the red dot indicating his wife's location. He recognizes Novosibirsk as a major city in Siberia. His stomach turns as gears turn in his head. He feels eyes on him and he pulls his gaze away from your location to see Natasha staring at him, lips pulled into a tight frown; he realizes she's making the same realization he is. His gaze flicks to Steve who's staring at the ground, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.

"I know where they are," Bucky says, closing his eyes, breathing in painfully slow in an attempt to ease his frantic heart rate.

"Well?" Tony asks indignantly. "Care to share with the class, Terminator?"

Bucky's left fist connects with the wall beside him, birthing an indentation of his hand in drywall. Clenching his jaw tightly, Bucky can't bring himself to form the words.

"The Siberian HYDRA facility," Natasha sighs. Her tone indicates she is nervous.

"Wait," Sam interrupts, "that's..." He trails off, eyes widening as he looks at a livid Bucky.

"The birthplace of the Winter Soldier Program," Steve confirms.

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"Mommy?" Becca calls softly as her eyes flutter open.

"I'm right here, baby," you quickly confirm, swiping a few flyaways from the little girl's face. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere," you assure.

You are unsure just how long you've been in the aircraft, but you know it's been a few days. You've not seen the outside of the hanger you found yourself in since you woke up inside of it. No one has brought food, or water, or even so much as spoken near enough to you to hear. You think you felt a touchdown and another take off somewhere along the way, though, and you're pretty sure you're actively feeling a descent.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," Becca complains, pulling you from your thoughts.

"I know, baby, I know," you pull your daughter into your chest, soothingly running your fingers through her hair. You're trying so hard to keep Becca calm, but it's becoming more difficult the hungrier and filthier she gets.

"Where's Daddy?"

"He's looking for us, sweet pea."

"How do you know?"

"Because," you pinch her cheek playfully, "your Daddy loves you more than anything in the whole wide world, and he would never let anything happen to you. He'll find us."

Your response seems to appease her, but she doesn't have a chance to argue anyway as the plane touches ground with a jostling thunk and throws her off balance. You quickly reach out, steadying the girl.

"You okay, Becca?" You ask, hands holding her still as your eyes frantically run over her body. She nods.

About 30 minutes pass--you think--when the aircraft door finally opens. Behind the door are 3 tall, bulky men with rifles and 1 shorter, sleazy looking man who is clearly--somehow--in charge.

"Welcome! Welcome!" The mysterious man greets, clapping his hands together. You push bile down your throat as you stand as quickly as you can manage, pushing Rebecca behind you gently.

"Who the hell are you?" You ask with a grimace. "And where do you get off kidnapping innocent women and children?"

"Please, Mrs. Barnes and little Miss Barnes, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Igor Morozov, but you may call me Dr. Frost. I presume it may be easier for the little one," Morozov--Dr. Frost--introduces.

You take him in. He's small (perhaps 5'5 and skinny), and he does not exude power. His dark black hair is slicked back so much so that it appears greasy and hairsprayed directly to his scalp. His grin is unsettling, gummy and with a prominent gold capped tooth where one of his front teeth should be. He's wearing a military style jacket, pleated trousers, and dress shoes. You can hardly believe he is the man in charge; he looks like he's a man pretending he's in charge.

You say nothing, further stepping in front of your daughter to shield her from the men in front of you. Your hand grips her shoulder tighter than you think you've ever held her.

Morozov seems unfazed by your irritable and accusatory behavior, his sickening smile never leaving his face.

"It's such a pleasure to have the Asset's plaything and offspring in our midst!" He chuckles and it makes bile fill your mouth. You swallow it back down. "Welcome to HYDRA's Siberian Facility! You may recognize the place as a home of sorts; after all, the Winter Soldier was born here!" Morozov claps his hands together. Giddy.

You bite the inside of your cheek to ground yourself. In most circumstances, you would jump at the opportunity to fight your way out and towards freedom, but, in most cases, you're not holding yourself back for the safety of your 4 year old. Rebecca came first.

"What do you want with us?" You demand, but you're sure you'll be denied answers.

"All in good time, Mrs. Barnes. All in good time," Morozov assures, turning around and walking away. Your fingers twitch as you note you wish you could strike.

"Mrs. Barnes, do follow me, please," Morozov demands despite his polite formalities. "And I advise you keep the baby to your side. You never know where she may wander off to if you're not watching," he says ominously.

You clench your jaw as you scoop Becca into your arms. She clings to you, little arms surrounding your neck. The poor girl is terrified, and you know you have to pretend you're not, too. For her.

You follow after Morozov and pray your phone hasn't died yet.

Please, Buck. Find us.

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ko-fi

[moongirlwidow]

@white-wolf-actually @jamesbuchnanbbarnes @buckybarnesoffical @becca-barnes-official please explain whatever the fuck this eye makeup is

[capt-carter-mostly-official]

Uhm, hi! Ms carter, i just, well i saw that you had a few adopted um daughters and i wanted to ask if you’d maybe like one more…?

If not that’s totally fine too!!! Just thought it wouldnt hurt to ask!

- @nighttimewitchgirl

Hello sweetheart, and I’d be honored. Welcome home, darling

@littlemsbumblebee @flightlaw @becca-barnes-official @anthonyedwardstark1970 @luna-barton13, meet your newest sibling

[midtown-braincell-holder]

This is a psa to all of Vera’s family members:

She has like three different performances this spring and has intentionally told you about none of them, so I will instead:

Spring Show: the Midtown arts programs are performing, she’s in the ballet program! She’s dancing Firebird in the pas de Duex where the bird gets captured, it’s her all time favorite, and in our class’s group routine, which is to Sunlight by Hozier and she helped choreograph!

Talent show: school talent show, she and our friend Ivan are doing acrobatics(he does circus) and have been working on it since November!

Spring Musical: she got roped in by the stage manager and now she’s running lighting! She says it doesn’t count because she isn’t on stage but it’s something she got really into and enjoys!!

This has been a Public Service Announcement

@goddessof-death @not-a-poser @white-wolf-actually @peterparkermans @azalea-romanoff @a-simpfortessa-lesbriean @vpotts-official @becca-barnes-official please add people I don’t have tags for

[anthonyedwardstark1970]

ATTENTION CARTER KIDS

@littlemsbumblebee , @flightlaw , @becca-barnes-official , @luna-barton13 , @nighttimewitchgirl , and @karmaisabitchandsoami2

If Angie and Peggy refuse to go to dinner at some restaurant we make them an in home restaurant!!

We make them a cute date dinner

Im talkin roses, candles, wine!

[therealbuckybarnes]

HEY THERE BIG BROTHER!

HOW WAS YOUR DATEEE!?!?!?!!!

- @becca-barnes-official

I think it was ok

He liked the flowers

[karmas-a-bitch-and-so-am-i]

For everyone that didn't know already, since I've started taking to a lot more people:

I'm gender fluid, go by Athena or Teena when I go by she/her, Teen when I go by they/them, and T when I go by he/him, you can call me what you'd like but I would really appreciate if you respected my pronouns (I'll try to update them in my bio every now and then)

And I'm lesbian/queer ;)

This is my official coming out to my family and friends cause why not

@nighttimewitchgirl @capt-carter-mostly-official @nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol @moongirlwidow @azalea-romanoff @littlemsbumblebee , @flightlaw , @becca-barnes-official , @luna-barton13 (sorry for the tags and all but I realized it would be better if you knew all)

[dreamwritesimagines]

Official HC request of one of Charm's old Chicago flings showing up to do some business with her father?

Like he shows up and Becca, who Charm has always kept updated on everything, immediately sidles up to her, forgetting that Bucky loves to eavesdrop in their conversations.

"Is that him?"

"Jesus, Bex. Yeah. I don't know how but he's gotten even hotter since Chicago."

"Who are we talking about here?"

"None of your business, Barnes."

"Charm and the guy that just walked into the office used to-"

"It was a one time thing. Two times, five. Doesn't matter."

"And what the fuck is he doing here?"

"Shut up, I'm trying to listen."

I

AM

SCREAMING-

Darling ooooh my God, this is amazing! 😍 I love this so muuuuch, thank you thank you thank you! ❤️

I have like, so many ideas about the Chicago ex! 😍

Becca knowing everything about him yes please! 😂 Like, knowing Charm, she probably gave her every single detail! ❤️

Bucky normally playing it cool and unbothered but eavesdropping the moment he sees them whispering and giggling lollll😁

"It was a one time thing. Two times, five. Doesn't matter." Oh I already love the Chicago ex HELP-

The way Bucky dislikes him instantly 😂

I feel like Charm and him definitely hit it off and I imagine him as someone really smooth and good at flirting 😏

He would see Charm and smile at her, then would make his way to her and flirt with her right in front of Bucky😂 He'd go like,

"Well it's been a minute sweetheart."

"Or a couple of years."

"Still breaking hearts?"

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

"Nope, mine. I'm the one who didn't get a text back after you graduated and moved back here."

"I just figured you would be busy."

"So am I finally getting the tour you promised me if I ever decided to visit your city?"

"If you promise to play nice."

"I'm always nice."

[kamala-msmarvel-khan]

Kamala me and @becca-barnes-official are here to get you I have a note saying you can be dismissed to me get down to the office

- @moongirlwidow

Thank you for saving me istg

///Sorry for late reply heh its finals week for me

[becca-barnes-official]

you are so pretty :)

Thanks love☺️ I’m 100% sure that you’re pretty too😘

[buckysimp101]

Love at First Grade (18+) - Epilogue

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

NOTE: Since I posted twice in one day, some of you may be seeing this chapter first, so please read Part 20 first!

chapter warnings: fluff, mentions of smut but no actual smut ft teensy bit of playful dirty talk

a/n: well friends this is it. The official-official end of the main story of Love at First Grade has arrived. Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story! Deleted scenes/Drabbles coming soon & if you have any ideas you’d like to see/any thoughts on the story in general please send them my way!

Series Masterlist

Six Years Later

“Daddy…psssst daddy wake up,” a small voice whispered loudly in Bucky’s ear. He let out a quiet groan and rolled over to see a carbon copy of your eyes staring at him from the edge of the bed. He cut his eyes to the alarm clock and saw it read 4:30. He was surprised it was her waking him up and not Alpine begging to be fed.

“Tessa, it’s 4:30 in the morning you should be asleep,” he whispered, hoping not to wake you next to him. You shifted in your sleep and Bucky flinched, crossing his fingers and praying you’d stay asleep. When you didn’t move anymore he refocused his attention on the toddler in front of him. She was pouting, your signature look, and she was damn good at it. How a newly minted three year old could be so manipulative with just a look was beyond him. 

“No sleep, daddy. The greebles chase me,” she whispered, her eyes widening in slight fear. Bucky sighed, silently cursing Becca and Avery for convincing her that “greebles” were real. Bucky cursed himself for telling Avery and Becca that “greebles” were what made Alpine go crazy when she zoomed around the house, meowing at unseen objects. 

Yes. House. Despite how often you tried, you didn’t get pregnant until a few months after you and Bucky got married four years ago. Once you found out that you were pregnant with Tessa you knew that you wanted to give up the penthouse. The penthouse had been where all of you were staying, with more than enough room for everyone plus Alpine, but you wanted more space. A home with a yard where your kids could play, and sadly Manhattan was lacking in that department. So you and Bucky sold the penthouse and purchased a large home with an equally large yard and pool in New Rochelle. Bucky continued teaching but moved the girls out of their school in the city to one a little closer to your new house. Your commute wasn’t so bad, forty minutes give or take, and since you were the boss you got to decide when you went in and when you didn’t. Upon marrying, you decided to hyphenate your name becoming Y/N L/N-Barnes. When Bucky asked why you would do that when you had never changed your name after marrying Brock you told him that it was because somewhere deep inside you knew he wasn’t the one and that he didn’t deserve to have you take his name. The girls kept their last names, in fact they kept all the information on their original birth certificates. Brock had surrendered his parental rights fully to you within a year of being in jail and Dot had signed hers over to Bucky just as quickly. No fight and no mess out of it. You both decided that Avery and Becca should make the decision when they were older if they wanted to change any of their legal documents and you stuck by that.

Now, Tessa Grace Barnes was born kicking and screaming at 1:09am on June 6th, just in time for your first wedding anniversary. Your pregnancy was rough, you had morning sickness the entire time and major fatigue at the end. But you swore it was all worth it when that six pound baby was laid in your arms. You giggled that she looked just like you, there was no correcting you because you were right. She had everything of yours, the only thing she seemed to have inherited of Bucky’s was a head full of dark hair. Now Bucky was face to face with the little menace, with her mom’s wide eyes and a pout that would put lipstick models to shame.

“Climb on up, sweet girl. But be careful with mommy, we don’t wanna wake her up,” he whispered, providing an opening in the covers for the toddler to climb into. Tessa refused to make it easy on him and instead of climbing into the bed on his side and staying there she crawled over Bucky and made herself comfortable in the small space between the two of you. You groaned and shifted in your sleep again, this time Tessa and Bucky froze, anticipating you waking up, but instead you rolled onto your back and went back to sleep, the blanket pulled tight against your rounded tummy. 

“Sorry mommy, sorry Owiver,” Tessa whispered before wiggling under the covers and closing her eyes like she was sleeping. Pretty soon pretending to be asleep turned into actually being asleep and Bucky watched his toddler’s chest even out with her deep, sleeping breaths. The two of you could’ve been twins the way you slept and it warmed Bucky’s heart to be a place of comfort for his children again. Becca and Avery were twelve and thirteen now, going on thirteen and fourteen, and it had pained Bucky physically when his girls stopped having nightmares or seeking the two of you for comfort. But they had each other and they continued to stick up for each other today. Bucky rolled over and laid his arms over both his girls, his hand reaching to rub protective circles over your belly. 

Not long after Tessa was born and you were cleared for ‘acts of intimacy’ as your doctor put it, the two of you began trying again for another baby. You found out that Bucky had been only partially kidding when he said he wanted a thousand kids with you, but you’d leveled with him and told him that four sounded like plenty. Between the sassiness of your pre-teens, the stress of your job at times, and the rough pregnancy you endured with Tessa you and Bucky realized that Oliver would likely be your last. Bucky had spent the last twelve years perfecting what it meant to be a girl dad, but the second the doctor told the two of you that you were carrying a boy? You swore you’d never seen Bucky’s eyes light up like that. You had his name picked out almost immediately and now Oliver George, for Bucky’s father, Barnes was set to make his appearance in just three short months.

Eventually Bucky was able to fall back asleep by listening to the light breathing of you and Tessa next to him. He was, however, rudely awakened around four hours later when Alpine decided it was time for him to shower her with affection and attention that she obviously wasn’t getting. With a swat to his face by a snow white paw Bucky was groaning and whispering, “I’m up demon, I’m up.”

A quick glance to his right proved what he suspected, you and Tessa were already up and making breakfast in the kitchen judging by the smell of bacon wafting through the house. Bucky rounded the corner to the kitchen where he saw you singing with Tessa to the Frozen 2 soundtrack as she twirled around in her Elsa costume Uncle Steve had given her at her birthday party the day before. You had one hand rubbing your belly as you sang Anna’s part and made sure the bacon was cooked fully. Bucky leaned against the door, a satisfied grin on his face, as he took in the view of you enjoying a morning with your youngest. 

His view was interrupted by a throat clearing behind him. A sleep filled voice called out, “Dad don’t just stand there and watch mom, that’s creepy.” Becca stood behind him, rubbing at the sleep in her eyes and clearly a little annoyed that she’d been woken up to the sound of Frozen 2 and not when she decided to wake up. 

Avery walked around the corner at the moment and added, “is he being weird again? Papa, it’s really weird when you do that staring thing, just go help mama with breakfast,” she rolled her eyes as she and Becca entered the kitchen to tell you and Tessa good morning, the three year old squealing at the sight of her big sisters. Avery and Becca took turns picking her up and squeezing her in a tight hug, wishes of Happy Birthday fell from their lips as their little sister took in all the attention.

Bucky waited a moment then announced his presence, “did I hear that right? There is now a three year old in the house? Impossible! Make your presence known three year old!” Bucky roared and pretended to stomp around the kitchen looking for a mystery three year old. Tessa giggled and hid behind Becca’s legs. He walked up to you and pretended to look behind you for her before placing a chaste kiss on your lips and whispering, “happy anniversary, honey,” and continuing with his search. When he finally reached Becca again he bent down and peaked around her shoulder and “found” Tessa as she squealed and screamed “I’M THWEE DADDY I’M THWEE!”

You watched your family lovingly from your place at the stove, Oliver kicking up a storm as his way of reminding you he was just as much a part of the family as everyone else. It always made you happy to see your family happy and playing around in your home. You finished with breakfast and made sure to serve Tessa her birthday pancakes first, a little number 3 candle sticking out as your family sang happy birthday. She blew out her candle with a squeal, everything was squeals and giggles at her age, and immediately started dousing her breakfast in syrup. Bucky had to remove the container from her to prevent a total sticky surface. You went back to the kitchen to pick up a little from cooking when you felt two different temperatures arms wrap under your belly, around your hips and pull you close.

“Mmmm come sit down, mama. Dishes can wait,” Bucky purred in your ear, rubbing small circles on the underside of your belly with his thumbs. You practically melted into his touch as he pressed soft kisses next to your ear and began to trail them lightly down your jaw. You almost moaned at the feeling but quickly stopped yourself.

“Buck, love, honey, sweetheart. The kids are in the next room, you gotta stop,” you gasped lightly as he lightly bit at your neck.

Bucky chuckled in your ear and whispered once more, “mmm that’s not what you said the other night,” his words bringing up memories of heavy kisses, heavy touches as you rode him, both of you chasing your orgasms as the pregnancy hormones made you hornier and hornier with every passing day. Surprisingly enough, or unsurprisingly rather, sex is what brought Tessa into this world. Obviously, biologically speaking, but rather the almost-our-anniversary sex you and Bucky were having the morning of the day your water broke helped kickstart the labor.

“You’re insatiable, Mr. Barnes,” you teased as you sighed into the relief Bucky gave you by physically picking up your bump and holding it for you, just for a little bit. 

“I rather think that’s you, Mrs. Barnes, you sure you don’t want another one? After Oliver I mean. Seeing you looking like an angel, all soft and round with our child. Come on, sugar. You know you wanna,” he moaned in your ear, his sleep pants tightening at the idea of filling you with another baby. 

You twisted around in his arms, your bump creating more space between the two of you and leaned your head up to give him a deep kiss, one full of passion and heat, one that would only be able to be reciprocated fully in your bedroom later. Bucky moaned into the kiss but you shut him up with a stern look before adding, “this womb is shutting down after this one finishes playing leap frog on my bladder and is successfully evicted. Unless you can start carrying them we’re SOL buddy,” offering a playful swat to his ass with the dish towel. 

Bucky rolled his eyes fondly at you, knowing the two of you’d had this conversation a number of times and you were both in agreement that Oliver would be your last. “Well I’m not eating with all my girls if you’re not there. You’re six months, Y/N. Come sit down, I’ll get this in a little bit, promise.” You acquiesced and joined the family in the dining room, listening to Tessa tell Avery and Becca about all the games she wanted to play today as part of her birthday. This pregnancy had been better on you than when you were pregnant with Tessa. You could actually move around and go out in public without feeling like you were simultaneously going to throw up and pass out. 

Avery and Becca were whispering to each other as they kept sneaking glances at you and Bucky. They thought they were sneaky, they always did, but you and Bucky knew when they were up to something. Or rather, you thought you did. Because as soon as they were done eating breakfast, Avery and Becca ran off to their rooms as fast as they could. You and Bucky merely quirked an eyebrow each at their weird behavior but let them be. Pre-teens were always weird. Pretty soon they were each walking back to the dining room, their hands behind their backs with matching grins on their faces.

“Oof, those faces mean troubleeeee,” you teased in a sing-song voice, directing Bucky’s attention to the girls. He took in their stances and raised his brow even more in question. 

Becca spoke first, “First of all, we wanted to say happy anniversary,”

Avery continued, “we’re so lucky and happy that we met you all those years ago,”

“And that we were able to become a happy family,” Becca added.

“We knew what we wanted to get you for your anniversary for a few years now, but this year seemed right,” Avery finished as she walked to Bucky and Becca walked to you.

On a very freaky, but obvious, silent mental count of three each girl presented you with an envelope. 

“You have to open them at the same time!” Avery and Becca spoke monotonously, it was becoming harder and harder to remember that they were not actually twins, they were just freakily close.

So you and Bucky made eye contact and verbally counted to three before opening your envelopes. Inside your envelope was an adoption form. Inside Bucky’s was an adoption form and a name change request. Your heads whipped towards each other immediately, both of you growing teary after realizing what your girls were giving you. They wanted you to officially adopt them, and Avery was requesting a name change to Avery Claire Barnes. 

“Whattaya say, mom? Wanna make it official?” Becca jested while Avery looked at Bucky with a smirk to rival Tony Stark as she teased, “c’mon daaaad. Let me be officially a member of the Barnes clan.”

You each broke down into tears and pulled your girls into individual hugs, nodding your heads and promising them that you’d go get it signed, notarized and filed at the courthouse as soon as possible.

Later that evening, you and Bucky had put Tessa to bad, Avery and Becca were hanging out watching television in their playroom as you and Bucky took over the couch for evening snuggles and a movie. You played with Bucky’s hair for a bit before asking, “did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Know that Becca was going to ask me to adopt her?”

“Yeah she came to me a few weeks ago, said she needed help getting the paperwork. Did you know about Avery?”

“Yeah, she did the same thing…funny I never even suspected that Becca might have been up to the same thing…but man I’m thrilled she did,” you sighed as Bucky smiled, content with having you next to him.

“Me too, then again I’ve just been thrilled to have you in my life for the past seven years,” he said dotingly, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You agreed with a hum and leaned into his warm embrace.

We’re all familiar with the phrase ‘love at first sight.’ You always joked with Bucky that you felt like you’d been struck with the love bug the second the two of you met and that they got that phrase all wrong. Love at First Grade, that’s what they meant.

a/n: Officially. This is the end of Love at First Grade’s main storyline! Thank you everyone! I love y’all and hope y’all enjoyed this, I know I did!

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[firstelevens]

hi zainab!!!! 2, 3, 6, and 29 for the fic writer ask???

Hi Mak! Thank you for sending these in!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

Yes, because I am absolutely my own biggest fan!

On a much more practical note, sometimes I reread because it's part of a series and I'm checking a canonical detail (although if it's in the Bake Off AU I'm better off just asking @sesamestreep, who is the official lorekeeper and knows that universe's canon better than I do.) Other times, there's a fic where I just really like what I did with a character's voice or the general tone of a scene and I'll go back just to get a feel for what I did the last time.

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I mean, the Bake Off AU has my whole heart and there's so much of me in it that it will always be special to me BUT!!! I really love the Thunderbolts-era epistolary fic counted days, counted miles because I think it's an exercise in me managing to show writerly restraint, which is a skill I'm still working on. (And also I got to come up with so many fun spy tricks for hiding letters; it was great.)

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

How fortuitous that you picked this question when I have reread wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time) FIVE TIMES in the past month. That fic is a work of art. I am also never far from rereading and never ever watch the ten o'clock news, which is Emma's phenomenal Psych AU of Rogue One which is just so wonderful and funny and it continues to hold up. Oh also! There's don't read the last page, which is a Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic that is short and sweet and just so warm and cozy and I go back to that one a lot just for the mood of it.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Okay so this question reminded me that there's a 1200 word scene from the Formula 1 AU that was originally going to be the epilogue but got canned which SUBSEQUENTLY reminded me that there's a whole scene that I wrote for the Bake Off AU that got cut from Chapter 6 because things ended up going another way!

The beginning will looks familiar if you remember anything from that chapter, but then there's a sharp left turn that involves the lost plot point of Becca Barnes creeping on Joaquín's thirst trap and restaurant review filled Instagram in order to figure out where Bucky could go for dinner. I was sad to lose it tbh but the restaurant still made it into the fic as the place where Sam and Bucky go out on their definitely-not-a-date in Chapter 10.

A peek at the alternate timeline under the cut!

Bucky is starfished on his bed, trying to muster the energy to get up when his phone rings. His eyes are squeezed shut, but he opens one to peer at the screen. He only answers because it’s Becca, but he’s too tired to do more than grunt into the phone when he picks up.

“Good day, huh?” she asks, laughing when he just groans in response.

“Hope yours was better than mine,” Bucky says, when he finally manages to talk. “How’s day shift treating you?”

“I’m discovering that there’s this thing in the sky called the sun, and it provides light? And makes people happy? Do you think other people know about it? Should I be telling them?”

He laughs tiredly. “You can use all this newfound energy to make a TikTok about it.”

“I’ll get on that,” Becca says. “What about you? You okay?”

“Yeah,” says Bucky, bringing his hand up to his face. “I just need to lie down for a while.”

Not that lying down for the past half hour has helped, but he’s got high hopes for that sixty minute mark.

“No, what you need to do is eat something,” Becca says, sounding remarkably like their mother. “Tell me your head isn’t hurting right now.”

Bucky freezes, his fingers still pressed into his temples. “It’s creepy when you do that, you know.”

She laughs. “I know. Hey, why don’t you go to that place that you and Steve went to all the time, the one with the waffles?”

The last time Bucky had been there, four years ago, he’d spent the entire evening bickering companionably with Sam while Steve dealt with a work emergency. It had felt remarkably like flirting, and he’d even thought about asking Sam to get a drink sometime—and then Bucky had been eliminated after the next day’s Showstopper, and that put an end to that.

He shakes his head to clear it. “I’m tired, Bec, and they pick us up at like, six AM. I think I might just grab something from the convenience store.”

“Buck, I spend half my time listening to newborn babies cry and that is still the most pitiful thing I’ve heard this week. You are not eating yogurt for dinner alone in your hotel room.”

Bucky huffs. “Well, I’d grab a random stranger off the street to join me, but I’m not looking to get murdered today, Rebecca.”

He can hear the sound of Becca typing, doing the thing where she studiously ignores his asshole behavior until he comes around and starts acting a more like a person. It’s annoying how well it works. 

After a minute or two of typing and what he assumes is scrolling, she lets out a, “Huh.”

When he waits for her to elaborate and she doesn’t, Bucky sighs. “What is it?”

“Do you know a Joaquín Torres?”

It’s far from the question he was expecting but Bucky answers in the affirmative. “He’s a baking consultant on the show.”

More typing. “Does he have good taste?”

There’s a tiny, childish part of Bucky that wants to say no, because Torres is chirpy and bright-eyed and his unfailing enthusiasm is exhausting at times, but that would be a lie. “Yeah, he knows his stuff. Why?”

“He lives in Atlanta; he posts about a lot of local hidden gems. There’s a Tunisian restaurant a couple blocks from your hotel, apparently? Kind of looks like a hole in the wall but he says the food is amazing.”

“I don’t know, Bec. It’s late and eating out alone is depressing.” His limbs feel heavy, and his shoulder is starting to hurt from having the prosthetic on for so long, and he knows that food would make his headache go away, but he just can’t drag himself off the bed.

Like Becca knows what track his mind is on—and honestly, she probably does—, she chooses this moment to go for the knockout. “Come on, Buck; it’s my job to look out for you, and you’re too far away for me to drag you out to dinner and make sure you eat. Throw a girl a bone here.”

She’s too powerful for her own good.

Bucky drags a hand down his face, sighing again. “You know, I hear some people don’t let their baby sisters tell them what to do all the time.”

“Poor them,” says Becca.

“Poor them,” echoes Bucky, and asks her to text him the address.

When she does, he looks it up and realizes that it really is only two blocks away: completely walkable, even in Atlanta’s late spring heat, and only a little further than the convenience store where he’d planned to grab his apparently pathetic dinner.

It’s only when he gets to the door of the restaurant that he remembers it’s a Saturday night and he probably should have thought to make a reservation. The place only has a handful of tables to begin with, and they’ve all got people at them. The host already has an apologetic look on his face as Bucky walks in, but they both turn in surprise when they hear someone inside the restaurant call out to him.

“Bucky!” says Joaquín, as brightly as ever. “Come sit with us.”

Because the universe has a sense of humor, ‘us’ is of course Joaquín and Sam, who are having dinner together. Alone. On a Saturday night.

It can’t be a date, Bucky reasons. No one would invite a random acquaintance to third-wheel their date, right?

He realizes that he still hasn’t responded when the host assures him that of course they’ll be able to add another place setting to the table, and before he knows it, Bucky is being whisked over to their table.

Whatever mood had settled over Sam after the signature today seems to have dissipated, and he turns to Bucky with a grin on his face. “I hope you trust Torres over here, because he ordered way too much food for us and didn’t let me see the menu.”

Joaquín shrugs. “I come here a lot,” he says. “Not enough people know about it, but it’s amazing.”

“Which is why he’s on a mission to be their one-man marketing team,” says Sam. “We got here half an hour ago and he’s already posted on Instagram like, ten times.”

Bucky thinks of the sound of Becca on her computer as she’d talked to him earlier, how she’d pivoted from suggesting the diner he’d probably have ended up at to this specific restaurant, and suddenly, this coincidence feels markedly less like a coincidence.

He’d probably feel more annoyed about it if he didn’t spend the meal close enough to Sam for their shoulders to constantly be brushing. Torres is right; the food is great, but if anyone asks, Bucky’s pretty sure the only thing he’d be able to recount is how many times Sam touched his arm to ask him to pass things, or dished some more food onto his plate, or gently nudged him while telling Joaquín stories of their time filming season two.

When the check comes, Bucky insists on paying, to make up for crashing Sam and Joaquín’s dinner, and as they stand on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, Joaquín offers to drop them off at the hotel on his way home. He’s about to accept when Sam waves it off. 

“I think we’ll just walk back,” says Sam. “It’s so nice out, and the hotel’s probably closer than your car is.”

There’s a moment where all three of them silently commiserate over the trials of city parking, and then Joaquín says he’ll see them tomorrow and heads off.

Bucky glances sidelong at Sam, whose eyebrows are knitted together as he looks down the street towards their hotel. He can see the entrance from where they’re standing, but Sam gently touches his elbow and nods down the street to their left—the long way, Bucky realizes, a moment too late.

[moongirlwidow]

Someone please explain why I just got an email from the State Department about a hole in the floor of one of the Harry S Truman Building which has the OFFICE OF THE SECRETARY OF FUCKING STATE?

@vpotts-official @not-a-poser @tonystark-official @respect-the-hyphen @becca-barnes-official @caroldanverofficial @totally-not-kate-bishop @yelena-belovedx @reallyreallyspiderman @buckybarnesoffical @white-wolf-actually @therealnickfury @agent-maria-hill @brooklynsspiderwoman @brooklynsspiderman @probably-steve @loki-laufeychild @ab-art-07 @ilikemiddleagedmarvelchar @buthearmeouttho

Whichever of you idiots is responsible I want an explanation RIGHT NOW

[capt-carter-mostly-official]

I was just at the grocery store and a teenage boy yelled "we Stan a muscle mommy" at me and I have absolutely no idea what that means, Urban Dictionary isn't being helpful. Would someone mind explaining?

@flightlaw, @becca-barnes-official, @littlemsbumblebee would one of you happen to know by any chance?