#fella gets upset when people are mean to barn. or anyone for that matter

[welcome-to-neighborhood-park]

hey I just saw someone heckling barnaby at the amphitheater and wallys on his way down there so. send someone to fix that ig?

oh for the love of- Ok i sent a ping to the staff. thanks for the heads up visitor

Did you happen to see Barnaby's handler around? She's supposed to keep these things from happening. sigh we do Not need another That Wasn't a Tomato incident..

[magdaclaire]

24 - “I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority.” with Winteriron?? 👀 Many please an' thank (Bonus points if Bucky says the quote) Ayyy

Thank you for the prompt, Z! You get a teenage, LDR winteriron that happens to be a Winteriron Bingo fill for me! Thank you for that, my friend!

Hope you enjoy - it’s well over a thousand words, so most of it is going under the cut!

Bucky is the first person to say that he’s a dumb, gay bitch. Well, he’s a dumb, bi bitch, but the integral parts are that he is really fucking stupid and loves boys. Well, one boy in particular, right now. He knows that he’s stupid as he writes what he’s writing, as he makes what he’s making, but he doesn’t care.

It’s 11:57pm, May 28th, Eastern Standard time. In three minutes, in Bucky’s time zone at least, it will be Tony’s birthday. Even though it’s another three hours until it’s time for Tony’s birthday in California, Bucky doesn’t give a fuck. Celebrating International Tony Reallyveryintelligent’s Day is an all day activity, and the day starts at midnight. It started a couple of weeks ago, really, but that doesn’t matter.

He doesn’t know Tony’s last name, but he’s still one of the best friends that Bucky has ever had. Tony likely won’t see whatever Bucky posts about him until well into tomorrow - his dad is hosting some big party for the ‘event’ that Tony had scoffed at through numerous text messages, dreading his own birthday like most kids did the dentist. Bucky had coaxed him into being at least excited to talk to Bucky the night of; Tony’s parents (bastards) leave for a cruise tomorrow at three PST, which means that Tony will want to be in voice chat at about 3:15. Bucky has already begged off of family dinner for tomorrow, and he’s real lucky that his mom understands the importance of friends, even the ones online.

So, with all of this planned out, one could imagine Bucky’s surprise when his Discord starts ringing in a call at 12:01am, Eastern Standard, right after he’s posted his birthday post for Tony, and it’s not even a voice call but a video call, from Tony himself. Tony who never video calls. Tony who never sends selfies. Tony who is so shy about his appearance that Bucky has only ever seen pictures of his hands, or of his designs, never of Tony’s face. Bucky confirms the call and pauses his Spotify, placing his full attention with his Discord and the fuzzy video picture that’s getting less fuzzy by the second. When he can see clearly, Bucky nearly chokes on his own spit.

Tony looks a little younger than seventeen. He has bright eyes with bags beneath them, but his face is so baby soft that he looks about fourteen, tops. He’s got a sweet curve to his mouth that says that he smiles a lot, but a sadness in his eyes that says it’s not always real. His nose is rounded at the tip, not big and not small, but perfect for his face. The arch of his eyebrows is expressive, and, all together, his Tony is a very pretty young man. However, there are two things that are most important. The first, less important thing is that Bucky’s Tony is Tony Stark, heir to Stark Industries and son of Howard Stark, one of the richest men in America. More importantly, secondly, his Tony is crying. At least, he has been crying, even if he’s trying to cover it up, Bucky can see the redness around his eyes, the tear tracks he hasn’t properly wiped away.

“Tony, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Bucky says, dropping sweetheart immediately even if he’s never been brave enough to call his friend that before, even in voice call. Tony is smiling through his tears in a way that looks like he’s happily swallowing knives, or something to that effect. Bucky wants to crawl through the screen just to hold him, a desire that he has had before, even in the beginning when they were only talking through tumblr DMs. Tony hiccups, and then he speaks, and he’s so goddamn pretty, even when he’s crying.

“Hey Buckaroo. What’s up?” Tony asks, changing the subject like he always does when he’s upset (Bucky had to wrangle exactly how bad Tony’s dad is through several days of what felt like careful espionage, and he’s still not sure he knows the worst of it). He wants to hold Tony, card metal fingers through his hair, whisper to him and tell him that he’s alright, that he’s good, and that he’s worth everything Bucky wants to give him.

“Back track, honey, I need you to tell me what’s up. I thought you were at a party tonight, Tones. What happened? Can you tell me? For me?” Bucky coaxes softly, and it’s a low blow, but whatever it takes, after all. Tony doesn’t like to put things on other people, so it’s better if it’s for Bucky’s sake; Tony knows that his friend will worry, will internalize it and blow it up, will think about it for days. Instead, Tony sighs.

“Howard,” Tony says, which is what he always calls his father when the man isn’t in the room (other than dear old dad, which gives Bucky just as much of a bad feeling), and sighs again, “decided I was a disappointment again tonight. He said a lot of shit to me, in front of a lot of people, and managed to make it seem completely kosher. So, once again, I’m the rebellious shit kicker, and Howard comes out smelling like roses. It’s… god, it’s fucking bullshit.” Tony finishes with something that sounds like it starts as a laugh and ends as a sob, and Bucky winces. He doesn’t know how to comfort this, how to make it better, how to help at all, and he feels like such a piece of shit.

“Check your @ mentions on tumblr,” he blurts, and Tony tilts his head and he looks so cute and Bucky wants to die. “Just… check your @ mentions. Please,” Bucky repeats, more confident this time, and Tony takes the distraction. He clicks out of the window he has Discord in, and Bucky can see him dragging the little box that has the video feed of Bucky in it, which just makes him smile. Tony is real cute, after all. He watches as Tony scrolls through things, and sees him see what Bucky posted.

“Snowflake, what is this?” Tony asks, and the use of the nickname makes Bucky’s stomach drop out with butterflies like it does every time. It’s another story for another time, how Bucky got that nickname, but he thinks he would hate it if it came from anyone else. Bucky scrubs his metal hand on the back of his neck, giving Tony a shy smile.

“A moodboard for you… and a fic for McKirk, maybe dedicated to you?” Bucky replies, biting his lip. He knows it’s a lot, but… it’s what Tony deserves. Star Trek is the fandom that made the two of them friends after all, a shared love of McKirk and a quiet respect for Spock that sometimes extended to shipping McSpirk or just Spirk but. Well. McKirk is special, because they’ve agreed that Tony is the Kirk type, suave and sunshine, while Bucky is more of a McCoy, gruff and reining Tony in, and. There’s something he wrote into Kirk’s character that will make it special for Tony, and there’s a reference in McCoy’s character that makes it specific and well… Bucky projected them onto McKirk, okay? He can admit that.

“You,” Tony says, cracking his first genuine smile of the call, “are a menace.” He only says that when Bucky does things that he thinks are too nice, and Bucky wants to do a hundred nice things. He watches as Tony reads over the fic (Tony once tried to explain how fast he reads to Bucky, saying things like twelve hundred words a minute and choking on a blush that Bucky could hear through the mic, and Bucky had just put him out of his misery by saying “so, fast, right?” which Tony had laughed at), and knows when he reaches the part that reads as too much. Kirk is trans and McCoy has a metal prosthetic and Tony looks at him like he hung the moon and Bucky is halfway in love with a boy three thousand miles away.

“So… what did you think?” he asks after a few moments of silence, biting down hard on his lip. Tony stares at the box version of him hard, which Bucky almost feels as if it’s burning through his skin.

“I just… Why? This must have been so much work, Bucky. And… exactly at 9? So… midnight for you? Exactly? Bucky,” Tony says, choking on his words, and Bucky wants to hold him.

“I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority,” he says honestly, deep and almost growling in the way that he knows Tony likes based off of the way that it has inspired silence before, and Tony’s looking at him. Bucky wants him to look for the rest of forever and maybe keep looking.

“You’re perfect. Did you know that? You’re the most perfect person I’ve ever met,” Tony tells him, and then Bucky is choking on a blush and Tony is looking like that cat that caught the canary. Bucky recollects himself.

“I think that’s you, sugar. No matter what Howard says, no matter what anyone ever fuckin’ says, you are the most perfect person in the world, I promise you that. You are perfect,” Bucky emphasizes, going from teasing to imploring, and Tony freezes.

“I think I like you more than I planned,” the Californian admits, word vomiting, and Bucky sighs in relief.

“I’m damn glad. I’ve been likin’ you more than I planned for months. I know we’re far away, but… would you maybe like to… go together? Be mine?” Bucky asks stiltedly, feeling panic in his lungs even when Tony admitted himself first, because the idea that Tony wants him back is otherworldly. Tony nods.

“Be mine, Valentine. I’m Tony Stark, I’m seventeen, I live in Malibu, and I’m about to graduate with my second doctorate, looking for a college to get my third. I really like this really great guy who has these really pretty blue eyes that I’ve just been staring at in his selfies for the longest time,” Tony says, giving him that ‘suave’ smirk that’s been so rumored, and Bucky loves it. He smiles back.

“I’m Bucky Barnes. I’m eighteen, I’m going to college at NYU this June for engineering, I live in a shit neighborhood in Brooklyn with my best friend Steve. I like this real great fella named Tony with these big brown eyes that I’m just seein’ for the first time today, but I’d sure love to see them a lot from now on,” Bucky flirts back, and Tony flushes, dark red taking over his olive toned skin. Then, Tony seems to be thinking for a moment, biting his lip.

“Speaking of New York… I’m coming to tour Columbia next month, and I haven’t booked a hotel yet… Think you could help me find somewhere to crash?” Tony asks, wording it vaguely, but Bucky can read between the lines. His heart nearly jumps out of his chest.

“It’s a date,” he says.

[cami-chats]

(Like) A Brother

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: No major ones, but background Tony/Bucky and Steve/Rhodey

Warnings: None

"So, Mister Barnes," Doctor Erskine said, and Steve blinked because- what. "Welcome to the United States Army." He grabbed the 1-A stamp and put it on Steve's file, but not the one that had the correct information. He handed the file to Steve and left the room before he had a chance to tell Doctor Erskine about the mistake.

He thought about chasing after him, but his lungs wouldn't be able to handle it and also... he looked down at the file and saw the ink drying on the 1-A. Steven Grant Barnes, brother to James Buchanan Barnes - already accepted-  born in Queens, current residence in Brooklyn. He couldn't help making a face at the Queens part, but that was a small price to pay for getting to help save lives.

Besides, how would this affect him? Really?

~~~

Basic was tough, but it wasn't anything he wasn't expecting. He heard the other men bitching and moaning about it, and he wanted to ask them how they could be so ungrateful, but he knew that would end in a fight, and he wasn't about to let down Doctor Erskine like that. The doc had given him a chance, it would be rude to throw it back in his face like that. So Steve held his tongue and focused on doing the drills.

They yelled 'Barnes' at him all the time because apparently using a fella's first name was taboo around these parts. (Not that they really thought that of course, but they avoided first names like they would a loose dame inside the church.)

Point is, Steve was used to people yelling Bucky's name and him having to respond since the trouble they got into was together more often than not.

Agent Carter calling him Barnes felt a little off, but no more so than a dame actually talking to him was. Like anything else though, it was easy to get used to.

~~~

Captain America was an honorary title, he knew. No real power there because he was a propaganda piece, but it carried onto parts of his life that weren't directly in front of the camera, and that was real fucking peculiar.

Because people were calling him 'Captain Barnes' and he was having to respond to it. Senator Grant called him Captain 'Barnes' and 'America' interchangeably, to the point that Steve plastered on his show smile anytime he heard the man's voice.

Hell's bells but he hated this.

~~~

He found Bucky strapped to a damn rusting table with blood on it, and he wanted to use his new strength to rip someone in half-- preferably the person who did this to him. He swallowed down the urge, a little afraid of the ferocity of that thought. Or- shit not even the thought. He was scared of the fact that he could actually do it now, and no one would be able to stop him.

Bucky's the better brother, he thought, a little hysterically. ​Old Miss Edwards next door had always said that Steve was the sweet one, but they were pretty sure that she thought Steve was five or ten years younger and that's why she was nicer to him than Bucky.

~~~

Bucky was frowning at him, still confused. "How?" he asked again. "I mean really Stevie, how?"

Steve sighed, leaning forward onto his crossed arms (the motion didn't pull on his lungs and make it hard for him to breathe anymore). "I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand."

Bucky picked up one of the movie art prints, a dumbfounded disbelief still painting his face. "'Steve Barnes starring in-'"

"I know!" Steve cut him off from reading the rest, cheeks pinking. He snatched it away, and Bucky didn't stand a chance of keeping ahold of it. "Look, it's not my fault, but--"

"Th' last time you said that, you'd just gotten blood on your sheets. Your clean sheets, Stevie."

He scowled at Bucky. "That wasn't my fault, and you know it so stop being a bastard. Look, it's the name I put on my first enlistment form, so that's what the doc thought my real name was."

"And you didn't correct 'im?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "Well... it sorta snowballed on me. The first time anyone said it, it was in passing, an' then I was gettin' chosen for the program and they all thought that was my name. C'mon Buck what does it even matter? So everyone thinks we're brothers, that's not that bad. It stopped me from gettin' kicked out after Azzano."

Bucky punched Steve in the arm. "You weren't gonna get kicked out. You're their only super soldier, remember? They can't afford t' lose you, no matter how much of a little punk you are."

"Not so little anymore," he reminded Bucky stubbornly.

He pat Steve on his large bicep. "Whatever gets you through the night Stevie Barnes," he said with a shit-eating grin.

~Time Skip~

Bucky and Steve were in the kitchen trying to figure out a recipe when Tony stormed in. "Steven Grant Barnes you had better have an excuse for this!" he yelled, slapping a newspaper on the table because apparently he was both angry and dramatic enough to go out and get a printed newspaper.

Steve walked over to the table and peered at it. A picture took up most of the top half, showing Steve lip-locked with Rhodey, the overly large headline reading Captain America in Love or Lust? "Ah."

"That's all you have to say for yourself?"

Steve looked to Bucky for help, but Bucky was just looking at Steve with a perplexed expression on his face. He turned back to Tony and grabbed the newspaper, half to get a better look at the picture, and half to get the photo out of Tony's sight (because it seemed like it was only making him more upset). "I thought you didn't believe tabloid pictures," he said carefully.

"This isn't a tabloid, and I called Rhodey first, only instead of laughing like I expected him to, he hung up on me! And he's not taking my calls, to the point that he turned off his phone. My honey bear wouldn't do that without good reason. So. Steven. What did you do?"

"Uh." Steve rubbed at the back of his neck, starting to blush. "Look Tony, I was going to tell you--"

"Tell me what exactly."

"Hold up," Bucky interrupted, tuning into the conversation. "You and Rhodey? How did that even happen?"

"Uh..." Steve was starting to get the look of a cornered animal, eyes darting around the kitchen for means of escape.

"You didn't tell your own brother? Seriously Barnes? What the fuck is wrong with you?! It's bad enough that you are dating my innocent little platypus, but you didn't even tell anyone?" Tony put his hands on his hips, glaring at Steve. "I will have you know that James Rhodes is the best you will ever be able to do, Captain; he’s not some dirty little secret"

Bucky frowned, utterly confused. "Did you just call Steve 'Barnes'? And my brother?"

"Yeah," Tony said, the 'duh' clear in his tone.

"Steve?" he asked, looking to him for clarification.

Steve looked confused for a minute, before his face cleared. "You don't have all your memories back. Right, uh, everyone thinks my last name is Barnes. And that we’re brothers," he said, nodding in Tony’s direction.

"You're not?"

"No."

"So what's your actual last name?"

"Rogers," Bucky answered for him.

"Steve Rogers," Tony said slowly, feeling it out. He made a face. "Ew no. Captain America's name is Steve Barnes. Or Steve Rhodes if you man up," he added with a sniff.

"I thought you didn't want them together?" Bucky asked.

"Meh." Tony waved his hand carelessly at Steve. "It was a big deal when I thought this was his biggest secret." He gasped suddenly, delighted. "I get to be the one to tell Coulson!" he yelled, then spun on his heel and ran from the room, presumably to tell Coulson that half his collection had the wrong information on it.

Steve pointed at the doorway where Tony had just disappeared. "That's the man you're in love with."

Bucky shoved at him. "Shuddup punk, at least we didn’t hide it. I take it I knew before?"

"The name thing? Yeah, you thought it was hilarious."

Bucky hummed, going back to stare at the recipe. "So you got outta the ice and didn't tell anyone?"

"They had statues of me already. Statues, Bucky. Not to mention an entire goddamn exhibit in the Smithsonian. I'm not gonna tell them that it was a lie and make 'em rework everything. There's a million of those little plaques, and they'd have to rewrite all those history books and... yeah. Not really worth the trouble. Besides, don't you like me as your brother?" he asked with an impish grin.

Bucky snorted. "I could do worse, I guess."