#sambuckies keep winning

[maya-custodios-dionach]

I haven't seen an MCU movie in theaters since, jeez, No Way Home. But if it's an Avengers movie with SAM WILSON, MY ACTUAL FATHER, AS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!

✨️YOU BET YOUR ASS IM BUYING TICKETS✨️

[sunday-bug]

Alpine the All-Knowing

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Content: fluff, Alpine knows best, yearning, some suggestive comments

Synopsis: Bucky tries to get over his crush on a fellow teammate by taking a girl out, but Alpine has spoken.

A/N: I know we've yapped about this for a while, so thanks again for always listening @buckybarnes82 / also, we ignore the SamBucky divorce in this house.

Looking over yourself once more in the mirror, you’re satisfied with your hair and walk out to the common area. Sam and Bucky are playing chess while random music videos play on the TV.

“Did you guys get through Marvin Gaye? What’s next?” You ask, smoothing your hands over your blouse. Bucky eyes you warily.

“Yep. We’re on to some 90’s stuff,” Sam says, not looking up from the chessboard. Alpine waltzes over and zigzags slowly between your feet, nuzzling her tiny face against your calf. You reach down to pet her and she purrs. 

“Check,” Sam says, moving his hand from a bishop. Bucky’s eyes snap back to the game board. How did that happen? He almost always beats Sam at chess. He considers his options as you sit down cross-legged on the floor and cradle the white cat like a baby. Her tail flits back and forth and she continues purring deeply.

“You gonna rock her to sleep?” Sam asks with a laugh. “She looks awfully comfortable.” Bucky rubs his chin in concentration, but can’t keep his focus. He keeps peeking up at you and Alpine.

“She adores me,” you say with a proud smile. “She loves my feminine energy. Being around her grumpy dad all the time probably drains her.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. “Yeah, okay, sure,” he mutters. You giggle and stand up, still cradling Alpine like a sleeping newborn, and walk over to the chessboard. 

“Yikes, Barnes. Looks like Sam outplayed you this time,” you tease. Bucky tries to think of a move to get him out of check but is instead enveloped by the smell of your perfume - something slightly fruity with vanilla undertones. 

“Where are you headed tonight?” Sam asks. “You look fancier than normal.”

“Why thank you, Samuel,” you say with a mock curtsy. “A gentleman caller is on his way to pick me up soon.”

Bucky suddenly knocks a few pawns to the ground. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters, bending over to pick them up. Alpine lunges out of your arms at the clatter and runs out of the room.

“I guess you win,” he says, looking at Sam as he sets the pieces back on the board with an expression of defeat.

“What? C‘mon, Bucky, you could have gotten out of that!” Sam exclaims. “You’re off your game.” Bucky just shrugs and stands up, clicking off the TV.

“That’s enough of The Cranberries for tonight,” he grunts. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you take it out, checking the new text.

“He’s here,” you say quietly. “Do I look okay?” You present yourself to Sam and Bucky and spin around slowly. You figured jeans and a nice top were good enough for a casual first date. 

Bucky swallows as you turn around, trying not to ogle your ass in denim for too long. He leans his arm on the table, and misses completely, flipping the chessboard and pieces all over the room.

“Oh my God - sorry!” He yelps, immediately bending over to start picking up the pieces. Sam starts to help him, trying not to bust out in laughter.

“You look great,” Sam assures you, handing Bucky a stray knight. “Go get ‘em tiger! Is this with the fireman?”

“Yeah,” you say with a shy smile.

“What fireman?” Bucky asks curiously. 

“One of the guys from our mission last week - from the team that put out that electrical fire. He’s the captain.”

“Ooh, the captain,” Sam teases. Bucky takes a swig of water as he tries to recall the man that’s about to take you out.

“Maybe he’ll show me his fire hose tonight,” you joke, waggling your eyebrows. Bucky chokes on his water at your comment, spraying Sam with his spit. Sam looks down at his now-wet shirt. “You good, man?”

“Sorry - went down the wrong pipe,” he explains, trying to keep his composure, or what’s left of it. 

“Speaking of pipe, I gotta go! He’s waiting downstairs!” 

Bucky’s eyes widen again and a pit forms in his stomach. Captain Fireman better not show you anything tonight. As soon as the door shuts behind you, Bucky lets out a frustrated groan.

“C’mon, what the hell was that? You lose all sense of coordination when she’s around!” Sam chuckles. 

“She’s just - she… she… the jeans… the innuendos. I need to lie down,” Bucky whines.

“Lie down, huh? You’re going to research her date?” Sam prods, crossing his arms.

“Sam, I would never!” 

“That’s what you said last time, and that poor sucker ended up with four flat tires.”

“He wouldn’t have been good for her anyway,” Bucky grumbles, trying to defend his actions. 

“Yeah? And who would? You?” Sam asks.

“She’s not interested in me, Sam,” he says quietly. “I need to get over it, but I don’t know how. I’m miserable, man.”

Sam looks at Bucky with a soft expression. “Hey, why don’t you ask out that barista down the road? She’s always making eyes at you when we go in there. You don’t have to marry her, but maybe a date or a lil sumthin sumthin might get your mind off her.”

Bucky scoffs and plops down on the couch. “I don’t want a little something from anyone.”

“Yeah, anyone but your teammate,” Sam quips, sitting down opposite him. “Your teammate that’s out with another man right now. Probably getting her fire extinguished.”

“Enough!” Bucky yells, running a hand down his face. “I can’t think about her… with another person like that.”

“Let’s go get coffee. C’mon,” Sam says, standing up. “You gotta get over this chick. You’re gonna mess up the whole dynamic if we’re out on a mission and you’re all soft and not paying attention to the serious shit. Let’s go!”

“Fuck. Fine,” Bucky relents.

—

Sam and Bucky walk through the coffee shop doors and he can see the barista perk up instantly. It isn’t very busy, but that could also be because it’s nearly closing time. Sam nudges Bucky discreetly and whispers, “See? Told you.”

“Stop,” Bucky pleads. 

“Welcome in!” The barista says with a bright grin. Bucky approaches the counter and smiles, glancing down at her nametag.

“Hi Autumn,” he says quietly. “Can I get two decaf coffees to-go please?” She visibly shivers as Bucky calls her by her first name.

“Sure thing, Mr. Barnes.”

“Just Bucky,” he says quickly, stepping back from the counter after paying. 

“That’s it?” Sam whispers to him. “You’re not gonna chat her up?”

“I don’t know how to do that,” Bucky grumbles quietly, taking a hand through his hair. Autumn puts the lids on both drinks and scribbles on them before setting them on the counter.

“There you go, gentleman,” she says, gesturing to the coffee, leaning over the countertop a bit suggestively. 

Bucky takes both drinks and thanks her, handing the one that says “Captain America” to Sam and bringing the one that reads “Winter Soldier” to his lips, trying not to cringe at his old identity. Anyone that knows him never calls him that anymore. Sam has his phone out, clearly trying to give Bucky a chance to shoot his shot. He opens Instagram and shows Bucky a story you posted 12 minutes ago: a blurry photo of two cocktails at a bar with a man’s hand wrapped around one. 

“Fuck that,” Bucky whispers under his breath as he walks back to the counter with purpose. “What are you doing tonight?” He asks.

“Me?” She asks, clearly taken aback by his brashness.

“Well, yeah.”

“Um, I work for another hour. Then I don’t have plans. Why?” She’s wary and he can hear her heartbeat racing in her chest. 

“We should get a drink… not coffee. Like alcohol. Um, like a bar?” 

Sam snickers and continues scrolling on his phone.

“Are you asking me out?” Autumn asks with a light squeal. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess so?” Bucky says, shrugging. “Would you like to go out with me when you finish your shift?”

“Yes!” She says with too much enthusiasm. “I’d love to!”

“Great. Why don’t you swing by the Tower when you’re off? I’ll buzz you up - the whole building is intuitive. It’ll know that you’re not a threat when you come in.”

“The Tower?” She clarifies with excitement in her eyes. “Will Yelena be there? Will John Walker be there?” 

“Uh, yeah,” Bucky says with a shrug. “We all live there, so…”

“Wow,” she sighs, leaning on the counter. Sam clears his throat. 

“Right, well, see you in a bit,” Bucky says, turning on his heel and heading out the door. Sam follows him out and starts laughing as the door swings shut behind them. “Don’t. Say. Anything.”

“I wasn’t going to say a word,” Sam says, choking back a chuckle. “You did just fine, man.” He claps Bucky on the back. 

—

When Bucky and Sam get back to the Tower, you’re sitting on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, your makeup from earlier washed off.

“Uh, hey,” Bucky starts, walking over to you and sitting down. “What happened to your date? It’s still early.” He watches you roll your eyes and shrug, but notices the faint traces of tearstains on your cheeks. “Did he do something?” His voice deepens with concern. "Did he hurt you?"

“Oh, no, nothing like that. He just lied about being married,” you spit. “He wasn’t wearing the ring, but the tan line was evident.” You wrap a blanket around you and pull it up under your chin. 

“Oh, shit,” Sam mutters. “You okay?” Bucky looks at you with a furrowed brow. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. He got pretty pissed when I confronted him about it. He said they’re “on the rocks” and I said I don’t date married men. He paid for his drink and left. I guess that’s that.”

“It’s for the best,” Bucky says, uttering your name. “You don’t deserve some asshole like that.” Alpine saunters into the common area and curls into your lap, sensing your irritation and sadness. You pet the cat, finding comfort in her rhythmic purring and soft fur. “Alpy agrees, don’t you, girl?” He murmurs, scratching behind her head. Alpine closes her eyes and leans into Bucky’s touch.

“Yeah. Anyway, I was just about to watch Bachelor in Paradise with Yelena. She’s making popcorn if you guys wanna hang,” you offer. “I just want to forget about it, honestly.”

“Tempting,” Sam says sarcastically, “but I think I’m going to hit the bag for a bit. Buck, you coming?” 

Bucky looks at Sam then back at you and Alpine. “Nah, I’ll stay here and hang with the girls.” Sam’s eyes narrow and a tiny smirk flits across his face. “Alright, man.”

Yelena walks in as Sam walks out. “Popcorn is hot and ready!” 

“Just how I like it!” You exclaim. “I think Bucky is going to watch with us. Do we have extra rosters?” You ask Yelena. “We like to bet on who is going to end up with each other and who is going to go home. You want in?” You ask Bucky. He smiles sweetly at your offer, but declines, sinking back into the couch cushions, halfheartedly watching the show, but mostly watching you and Alpine.

“You are like an overprotective dad,” Yelena quips during a commercial break. “Always watching over your kitten.” 

“Excuse me?” Bucky says, sitting up straight. “Alpine. You are watching her,” Yelena explains, offering the bowl of popcorn to him. 

“Oh… yeah, she’s just so cute,” Bucky says, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth to discourage further conversation. Bucky’s phone buzzes with an alert: Autumn has arrived. Before he can stand up from the couch, she’s waltzing into the common area. 

“Hi guys!” She exclaims, looking from Yelena to you to Bucky. Alpine’s eyes flick open and she scrunches back into your arms. 

“Hey,” Bucky says softly, standing up and walking to her. “Guys, this is Autumn. We’re going to get a drink. Autumn, this is everyone.” He introduces you all by name.

You watch Autumn look at Bucky with stars in her eyes and feel a small tug in your chest. When did him going out with someone ever bother you before? You were clearly feeling burned from the date earlier and weren’t in the mood to see other people going on ones that would probably end up better than yours. 

Yelena waves and offers her the popcorn bowl. She shakes her head. “No thanks. I don’t want popcorn breath!” Bucky’s mouth twitches at her comment, wondering just what she expects from the evening. You see his miniscule reaction and the small tug in your chest rages into a fire. No - no no no. Oh fuck. How long have you had these feelings and not realized it? 

John and Bob walk in, sweaty from their evening workouts and look over at Bucky’s guest. She’s practically salivating, her jaw unhinged at the sight of Walker in gym clothes. It makes you want to shake her. Why would anyone have eyes for Walker with Bucky right there?

“Hi, I’m Autumn,” she says, walking past Bucky and extending her hand to John. He shakes it and introduces himself. “Yeah, I know who you are. I can’t believe I’m meeting you right now.” She’s like a fangirl, not hiding her obsession.

You roll your eyes and Alpine arches her back, her hair standing on end. “Alp, what’s wrong?” You whisper, trying to calm her down, but she jumps off of you and tiptoes to Bucky’s date before letting out a hiss. Her ears turn downward. You bite your lip and try to hide a smile, watching as Alpine circles around Autumn blatantly flirting with Walker. 

“Alpine!” Bucky groans, trying to pick her up. “What’s wrong with you? What’s the matter girl?” 

“I think she hates your date,” Yelena says with a laugh, watching Bucky run after the spooked cat.

“Me?” Autumn asks innocently. “I’m more of a dog person anyway.” 

You watch Bucky roll his shoulders at her comment and try not to smile.

“So, Autumn, didn’t you come here to go out for a drink with Bucky? Or is it Walker? I’m confused,” you say, crossing your arms. “Or are you just Avenger hopping? What is it that they call those girls that hookup with cowboys? Buckle bunnies? We need to workshop a name like that for these situations.” 

Yelena gasps and giggles. “Maybe she prefers blondes,” she offers.

“Her loss,” you say without thinking. Bucky stops chasing Alpine and turns around, locking eyes with you. You swallow, not sure how that slipped out so easily - like you’ve been thinking about it for ages. “I’m just saying, like, Bucky has a nice head of hair.” 

“You know, you’re kind of a bitch,” Autumn says, one hand on her hip. Alpine lunges at her, claws out, but Bucky intercepts her before she can latch on. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough for tonight! Autumn, I don’t think drinks are going to happen. Walker, why don’t you show her out?” Bucky says, fighting for his life to keep Alpine in his arms. Walker escorts Autumn out. You and Bucky look at each other but don’t say anything. Yelena looks between the two of you. 

“I think I heard Sam yell for help,” she fibs, practically running out of the room. It’s just you, Bucky,  and your new favorite wingwoman, Alpine. Bucky rakes a hand through his hair and walks toward you, setting Alpine down. 

“Her loss, huh?” He asks, sitting down across from you. Your cheeks turn pink.

“Maybe,” you answer, sitting up straighter. Taller. 

“Could be someone else’s gain,” he mutters, looking at you suggestively.

“Yeah, like who?” You press, scooting to the edge of the couch. 

“I think you know who.”

“I think Alpine knows who, too,” you say softly as the cat curls up once again in your lap. 

“I thought you thought I was invisible,” Bucky whispers. 

“And I thought you weren’t interested. That’s why I said yes to the damn fireman, Bucky!” 

He blushes and laughs before coming to sit next to you. “You thought I wasn’t interested? I can’t keep my cool around you. I’m like a damn kid every time I see you. The chess pieces were everywhere! I choked on water seeing you in those jeans!”

You giggle. “I got so jealous seeing you with another girl.” 

“Are you feeling okay now?” He asks, relaxing into the couch.

“I think so. I mean, Alpine made her choice clear. I guess we just have to get her dad on board,” you tease, stroking her fur.

“Her dad’s been on board since the moment he met you,” Bucky says softly, not breaking eye contact with you. Alpine meows as Bucky leans in and brushes his lips against yours, and damn, did it feel like a long time coming. 

“Checkmate, Bucky!” Sam exclaims, walking around the corner and seeing the two of you locking lips. Bucky flips him off and keeps kissing you, feeling you smile against his lips. “About damn time!”

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Fault Lines Outtake: Sam’s Worry

about this; characters: joaquin torres and sam wilson, mentions of ex super soldier!reader. contents: mentions of canon typical torture/violence/loss of autonomy, sambucky!!!, angstish. wc: 800ish. an: first outtake from the series of many. time wise this is probably a week or so after Joaquin & reader reunited in chapter 5.

fault lines masterlist

Joaquin finds Sam on the rooftop, the city spread out beneath them like a living, breathing thing. It’s late—past midnight, judging by the quiet hum of traffic below—but Sam looks like he hasn’t even thought about sleeping. Joaquin feels much the same. Sam leans against the ledge, beer bottle dangling from one hand, the other resting on his hip.

Joaquin approaches, hands stuffed in his pockets. “You drinking alone, Cap?”

Sam huffs a quiet laugh. “Not anymore.”

Joaquin settles next to him, taking in the skyline. They stand in silence for a while, the weight of something unspoken hanging between them. It isn’t often Sam got this quiet, this still. Joaquin has learned enough by now to recognize when something was pressing on him. And he thinks he knows exactly what it is.

This weight between them started when you had come back.

Eventually, Sam takes a sip of his beer, exhales and hands it over to Joaquin. “You ever think about what you’re getting yourself into?”

Joaquin takes a swig before glancing at him. “With what?”

Sam shoots him a knowing look. “With her.”

Joaquin doesn’t flinch, but the question settled in his chest like a slow-burning ember. He’s expected Sam to say something eventually—he isn’t the type to keep opinions to himself—but he didn’t expected this conversation now, out of nowhere, with nothing leading into it.

You and Joaquin had been fine— going slow, being cautious. But fine.

“Yeah,” Joaquin admits. “I think about it.”

Sam hums. “And?”

“And… I know it’s not simple.” Joaquin shrugs. “She’s got a past, a hefty one. I’m not blind to that.”

Sam nods, taking the bottle back for another swig before setting it on the ledge between them. “Let me tell you something,” he says, voice quieter now. “Loving someone who’s been through that kind of shit—it’s not easy, man.”

Joaquin stays silent, letting Sam speak. It’s not often that he finds himself with not much to say, but Sam has experience with this.

“I’ve seen things,” Sam continues, rubbing a hand over his face. “Things that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But nothing—nothing—hits harder than watching someone you love fight battles you can’t win for them.”

Joaquin knows exactly what Sam is talking about. He’s seen the way Sam looks at Bucky when he thought no one was watching, the way his body tensed whenever Bucky’s past was brought up, like he was bracing for impact. He’s seen the exhaustion, the helplessness that came with loving someone who carried ghosts on their back like they were stitched into their skin.

Sam sighs. “Buck—James, he’s got demons. You know that. You’ve seen it.” He gestured vaguely. “But what you don’t see is what happens when the world isn’t watching. When it’s just him and me. The nightmares. The silences. The way he shuts down, sometimes for days. The way he flinches at things he doesn’t even realize he’s flinching at.”

Joaquin swallows roughly, staring ahead. Letting the words sink, thinking of how they’ll guide his relationship with you.

Sam turns to look at him, a little surprised by Joaquin’s silence. “And I love him,” he said, voice steady. “I’ve never loved the way I love him. But loving him means knowing there are parts of him I can’t fix. That I’ll never be able to reach. And that’s a hard pill to swallow.”

Joaquin exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “You think I can’t handle it?”

“I think you don’t know what it means yet,” Sam says honestly. “I think you’re still in the part where you tell yourself you can deal with whatever comes your way because you care enough.” He pauses. “But there’s gonna be a moment, Torres, when you realize caring isn’t enough to pull someone out of their own head. And that’s when you’ll have to figure out what you’re really made of.”

He thinks about you—the walls you still hadn’t let down, the ghosts you carry, the way you looks at him sometimes like you want to believe he’s safe but can’t quite bring yourself to. He thinks about the way you had left, the way he had let you, knowing you needed to figure things out on your own.

“You’re saying I should walk away now,” he says eventually.

Sam shakes his head. “I’m saying you should know what you’re walking into.”

Joaquin thinks about that for a long moment, then nods. “I hear you.”

Sam studies him, then sighs and grabs his beer again. “Good,” he says, taking a sip. “Now, you want to keep me company, or are you just here to make me get all sentimental?”

Joaquin smirks. “I kinda like sentimental Sam.”

Sam shoots him a look. “You can leave now.”

Joaquin chuckles but stayed where he was, and for a while, they just stand there, the city stretching out before them, the weight of understanding settling between them.

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[firstelevens]

sambucky + dragonfly? :)

The parish Mayhaw Festival is one of the first local traditions that Bucky gets introduced to, thanks to some downtime between missions and a series of increasingly emoji-laden text messages from the boys about attending as a family. Sam teases Bucky for being such an easy mark until Bucky points out that Sam has never once successfully held up against pleas for ice cream before dinner, and then they agree to admit that they're both suckers.

They get there before the crowds have really built up, and Sam shoos Sarah away to go say hi to her friends, assuring her that he and Bucky will keep an eye on the boys. She's reluctant at first, but then Bucky and the boys join in and she acquiesces, making them promise to call if they need her for anything.

At first, the boys are content to meander the stalls and let Sam and Bucky trail behind them, but then they reach the booths for games, and the coordinated pleas for 'just one round, Uncle Sam?' and 'just one race, Uncle Bucky?' start up. Sam and Bucky share a look filled with resolve and determination, and then AJ grabs hold of Sam's hand and leans against his side, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes, and that's the end of it.

Sam uses his all of his shield-throwing knowledge to help AJ win his second try at the ring toss, and Bucky helps Cass line up his aim to pop balloons with darts. There's a duck hunt game, and a basketball one (Sam lifts up AJ so he can compete with Bucky), and something involving a fishing pole, and the boys play them all.

"Alright," says Sam, when they finally stop for lunch. "What do we want to do after we eat? Ferris wheel? Skee-ball? That one ring toss game where you can win fancy caramel apples?"

AJ's voice pipes up from behind the small mountain of stuffed animals that the boys have won. "Do we have to keep walking around?"

"We can sit here for a little while, but someone else is probably going to want to use this table soon," says Sam. "I think we'll have to walk at least a little bit."

"Maybe we can find something nearby that'll let you sit down for a little while," says Bucky, unfolding the map that they picked up when they arrived. He spreads it out on the table between him and Cass, who immediately identifies where they are and starts reading off the names of the nearest booths.

Sam can see AJ's eyebrows furrowing in frustration as the list goes on and on, and he cranes his neck to scan for a way to hold him over for just a little longer. It's hard to see what the booths are, given the crowds heading towards them to get food, but as a family passes by, Sam sees a group of little kids, some with flowers and dragonflies on their faces, one with a full tiger face, and another with what looks like a unicorn design.

He turns back to the table. "How about face painting, AJ? You could get a cool design and take a little break from all the walking."

AJ weighs the idea for a moment, then looks to Cass. "Will you get some, too?"

"Sure, why not?" says Cass, shrugging. He turns to Sam and Bucky. "Will you guys do it, too?"

"Of course we will," says Bucky, before Sam can reply. "And you two can pick out a design for Sam to get."

Sam narrows his eyes at Bucky, though he can't really hold back his grin. "Fine, but you get to pick Bucky's, too. Maybe we can get some glitter on there, brighten up this outfit a little."

Bucky looks down at his clothes. "This is literally your shirt, Sam."

"Yeah, and you had to borrow it because all the clothes in your backpack were black," says Sam. "We have to expand your wardrobe, man. You're not surviving a Louisiana summer in extra skinny jeans and henleys."

The skeptical expression on Bucky's face softens at Sam's words, his ears going pink. "You just want an excuse to call me the Summer Soldier, don't you?"

"Of course not," says Sam, as he stands and gathers up their trash. "That just happens to be a fun bonus."

The face painting booth is close enough that the walk doesn't bother AJ, and though there's a bit of a line, the boys are too busy picking out designs for the four of them to be bothered by the wait.

AJ and Cass go first, getting an octopus and a dragon respectively, and then they somehow charm the face painters into putting Sam and Bucky back to back so they can't see each others' designs. They stand there, sipping the giant lemonades that Bucky got them and giggling amongst themselves, practically bouncing with anticipation as the face painters work.

From behind him, Sam hears Bucky ask, "Should we be worried?"

He's less confident than he'd like to be when he responds that they'll be fine. "You do have to tell us if you're painting the Spider-Man design on either of our faces, though," he adds, looking at the lady who's working on his design. "We'd never live that one down."

She laughs and shrugs, tilting her palette so Sam can't see it anymore. "Sorry, Captain. I've been sworn to secrecy."

It seems like Sam and Bucky's designs are less elaborate than the boys', because they're finished a lot quicker--although maybe that's just because adults are less wiggly. Before Sam is allowed to see his face in the mirror, the painters turn to the boys and ask for their approval.

When they both offer a thumbs-up, Sam finally gets to see his design: flowering vines that burst across his right cheekbone and temple, with blossoms that look a little like stars and--he has to laugh at himself--no small amount of glitter.

When he turns around to face Bucky, he sees that his design is the same, except on the left side of his face: a perfect mirror of Sam's.

"You were right," Bucky says, grinning. "It does brighten up the outfit."

"You guys are always together, so we thought you should match," says Cass. "Do you like it?"

It could have been an absolute disaster and Sam knows that the both of them would've said yes regardless, but Bucky's soft, "I love it," lingers in Sam's brain for the rest of the day.

He thinks about it when strangers give them indulgent smiles as they walk the fairground, and when they all squeeze into a photo booth and their matching face paint frames every shot, and when Sarah finally sees them again and gives Sam a very eloquent look over Bucky's shoulder. He thinks about it when his hands are too full of carnival prizes to carry food, so Bucky holds up his milkshake so Sam can sip from the straw, and when they catch each other's eyes in the rearview mirror on the drive home.

He's still thinking about it when they pull up to the house, Sarah and the boys hurrying inside while Sam and Bucky linger on the lawn in the fading light. Sam has every intention of turning and heading into the house, but just before he can, he notices that one of the petals on Bucky's face has smudged, and he can't help himself. He closes the distance between them and lifts his hand to Bucky's face.

"Can I?" he asks, unsure why his voice has gone quiet. "I think it smudged when you carried AJ to the car."

Bucky nods, the barest bob of his head, and his eyes flutter shut when Sam swipes at the smeared paint with his thumb. It doesn't do much--he's pretty sure soap and water are their only recourse--but it does bring Sam close enough that he can hear Bucky's breath catch at the touch of his hand.

When Bucky opens his eyes again, there's something determined in them, and just as his hands settle on Sam's hips, drawing the two of them even closer, the front door swings open and AJ calls out to them.

"Uncle Sam! Uncle Bucky! Mom says to come have some pie so she doesn't have to pack up the leftovers."

Bucky's left hand leaves Sam's waist as he waves in acknowledgement. "Be right there, buddy!" he calls back, something strained in his voice. The door shuts again, and Bucky narrows his eyes as Sam snickers. "And just what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," says Sam, but he's still grinning. "You were just so determined and smolder-y a second ago, and then you weren't."

He's still laughing a little when he feels Bucky's hand on his chin, gently tilting his head up, and then Sam's the one whose breath is catching, his eyes widening at the heat that he sees in Bucky's gaze. "Just so you know," says Bucky, so softly that Sam feels it more than he hears it, "I'm still determined. I'm just patient, too."

His mouth is so close to Sam's that he could just tilt his head a little and catch Bucky's mouth in a kiss, but in spite of that, when Bucky does move, it's to brush the gentlest kiss to Sam's cheek and then step away from him.

"Your move, Samuel," he says over his shoulder, as he walks back to the house, and Sam can't help but stare after him as he goes.

He feels his face go hot, then reaches up to brush his fingers over the face paint. "I knew we should've just gone with Skee-ball," he mumbles to himself, and doesn't mean it at all.

[abarbaricyalp]

14. and SamBucky, OBVIOUSLY. Please. 🥰

14: "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always.

It's too bad you specifically asked for sambucky because I had an EXCELLENT SamRiley thought

Sam wiped away sweat and tears with the same swipe of his forearm across his face. The sound of his catcher jogging up to the mound was annoyingly funny, even under the circumstances. Plastic on plastic, metal fastens clanging.

"We don't have enough timeouts for you to be checking on me every time I throw a ball," Sam sniffed, trying to sound irritated and failing.

Bucky shrugged. "I waited until you threw four out of five pitches."

Sam didn't need the reminder. He grabbed the sleeve of his shirt to wipe at his face instead and scrubbed the salt from his eyelashes. "I know I'm fucking up. I know Coach is asking you if I need to be pulled."

"Do you?" Bucky asked. "'Cause I ain't said yes yet."

Sam shook his head fiercely, even though he didn't believe it himself. "I can do this. I can finish it." He'd pitched the whole damn rest of the season. He needed to finish it. He was eight outs away from ending the most important game of his career. He was eight outs away from being able to go home and collapse with the weight of grief. Eight outs from a celebration that was coming five days too late.

Bucky nodded. "I know you can, man. That's why I ain't said yes." He clapped a hand down on Sam's shoulder and tugged him closer at the same time. "I know it's been the worst week. I know you shouldn't even be out here. But this is your game to win, okay? What are you thinking about?"

Sam shrugged his shoulder up again to hide more slow moving tears. "I keep expecting to see them in the stands. It's a home game. They were always there."

Bucky's hand went to the back of Sam's neck, tugging their foreheads together. "I've got you. You focus on me while you're up here, okay? Just us and the sixty feet between us. I'm here. I'm with you, okay? Always. Don't take your eyes off of me."

Sam nodded and drew in a stuttering breath. "What about after?" he asked.

"What did you normally do after they watched you win?"

"We got burgers," Sam said, even though Bucky already knew that. He was usually with them. Had been for almost two years now.

"Well then, I guess we'll go get burgers. 'Cause they are watching this, same as ever. They're gonna see you bring the championship back home. And we'll go out for dinner after."

"Same as always," Sam repeated. It wasn't the same. It wouldn't ever be the same again. But at that moment, narrowed down to sixty feet and a familiar face, it would be the same. Same as it had been for years. Him and Bucky and sixty feet of grass and a handful of strikes until they could go home.

"I'm right here," Bucky repeated himself. He patted Sam's cheek genially, pressed their foreheads together more firmly, then stepped away, bouncing on his heels as he walked backwards to the plate. "I've got you. You and me."

Sam nodded, all of his energy focusing back on the game, the stretch of space between them, the batter, the glove. He took a deep breath and pitched.

Time clocks don't exist in this universe 🙂‍↕️

[bookwafflefangirl]

sambucky nation we just keep winning huh

[martianbugsbunny]

IK in Marvel you're nuts for shipping a gay couple unless it's confirmed without a shadow of a doubt onscreen (which is a horrible precedent I think was set when they said Stucky were just friends because let's be real if all that can add up to welp just friends then how can any ship with less than that possibly be legit, right) bUT all that being said the Lokius energy? great. I'm not going to pat Marvel on the back and say this is enough, but I am going to say that for them setting the same-sex heavily-implied love interest next to the opposite-sex are-we-going-to-pretend-this-never-happened love interest and making it unclear if Loki was speaking to one (or both) of them was a pretty big stride forward. They might be coming out of the era of the big neon no-homo, because the Marvel that's been so homophobic in recent years would never have left that door open for considering, would have made sure Mobius was far offscreen when that happened, would have made Sylvie the only important relationship Loki had in the season, would not have put in all the little moments (I direct you to the Don episode: the hair-fixing by Loki, the way Mobius kinda flirts with him the whole time, the way Loki is drawn to Mobius' timeline more than anyone else's, the way the camera focuses on Mobius so close to when Loki is having his "WHO" epiphany, etc.; not to mention the ways they reach out to each other throughout the season, just a little intimate touch here and there, a hand on an arm, an arm around a waist; the fact that when Loki timeslipped back he looked to where Mobius was first, the way he went to Mobius for advice when he was completely out of options, the way he and Mobius trust each other to use torture boxes and help decide the fate of the multiverse, the way they, together, were a focal point of the season, that they were a unit of two, that they were so loath to be separated). In media as a whole, is this big? Not really. For Marvel specifically, in its own little pocket context? Big step. Immense. I really want to believe maybe they're opening the door for us and we just jam our foot in the gap hard enough they'll get the message that we're a fanbase to be reckoned with and that maybe they do want to spend the effort on us after all. I love Marvel. It was an important part of my childhood and I keep watching it now even though it's kind of a mixed bag. I want to be a part of it. I want the Lokius fanbase and the Sambucky fanbase to win where the Stucky fanbase was shut down. Those little moments were intentional and beautiful and I'm incredibly happy they exist. I want them to lead to something more.

[oimoitalaina]

My four options for how Doomsday could address the Thunderbolts ending

One of the reasons I’m so upset with the ending of Thunderbolts is that it will *have* to be addressed somehow in Doomsday, and I think any way they go about doing so will be bad. So here’s a list of the ways I think the ending could be addressed, specifically how it causes conflict between Sam and Bucky and the “new Avengers” vs real Avengers conflict. I’m going to start with what I think is most likely to happen, then offer options that I think get progressively more unlikely.

Full on Sambucky divorce subplot: This feels like what the Russos are going for given that post credits scene. Bucky has betrayed Sam by joining the “new Avengers”, and Sam makes his own real Avengers. The Fantastic Four arriving and warning of Doctor Doom forces the teams to work together, but it's difficult because Sam and Bucky aren’t getting along, and neither are the two teams. Maybe the Thunderbolts and the real Avengers fight or sabotage one another, something along those lines. Either this will lead to a retread of Infinity War where their inability to work together leads to Doom winning or the story will be a retread of Falcon and the Winter Soldier where Sam and Bucky relearn how to work together. Of course I don’t like this at all because their conflict is completely contrived, only happening because Bucky was so out of character in Thunderbolts. It is also just going to drag Sam through the mud no matter how it plays out. Either the audience will blame Sam for Doom winning or Sam will be forced to apologize to Bucky even though he didn’t do anything wrong at all. Overall it just feels like a way to insert unearned drama into a movie which is already going to be overstuffed as it is.

Smoothing over the Sambucky conflict: This is basically if the Russos took the approach that a lot of people online are using. Giving Bucky and the rest of the Thunderbolts some excuse for following Val’s plan because they are being coerced into it somehow, like through some kind of threats to themselves or their loved ones. So this would end up being a story of Sam and the real Avengers basically having to rescue the Thunderbolts and also fight Doom. The Sambucky conflict could still be there but it would be resolved basically instantly once the full story got discussed. This would require a lot of legwork for the script since there was *zero* evidence of this being the case in Thunderbolts. Basically having to rewrite another movie after the fact while also trying to keep the plot going in Doomsday. It would also just be pretty weak storytelling in my opinion. I think not treating this “new Avengers” thing like a big deal weakens the overall story of the MCU where things like superhero titles and who gets to be an Avenger are really important. It just cheapens the stakes of these stories. On the other hand, it could mean that we get Sam and Bucky back together and spend more narrative focus on the actual Doom plot. 

Full on cop-out: This is the approach people like myself use with things like the Skrull Bucky theory or the Thunderbolts babysitter Bucky idea. Either Bucky was replaced by a shapeshifting imposter for the events of Thunderbolts or he and Sam were working together behind the scenes in some sort of long game operation to keep the Thunderbolts in check and further investigate Val. These solutions make it so that there’s no Sambucky conflict, which is nice because I think that is a terrible plotline. But I’m also calling it the cop-out solution for a reason - it doesn’t actually engage with the decisions made in Thunderbolts. It would also just set a bad precedent for future movies, to just be able to say someone was not really themselves if a future writer doesn't like a character choice. But sometimes something is so bad that a cop-out is the least painful option. Obviously I would personally love this option since I hate Thunderbolts, but for most viewers it would be an odd and confusing choice. It would be insanely petty writing behavior though which would be so funny.

Not addressing it at all: Such a solution (or really lack thereof) would involve just, not talking about this “new Avengers” versus the real Avengers conflict, or Bucky’s betrayal of Sam. There’s a lot of ways this could go. The Fantastic Four could show up and everyone’s just instantly working together to fight Doctor Doom. Or the Thunderbolts could just get immediately taken out of the plot by Doom (killed, captured, whatever) so they don’t even interact with anyone. Or Sam and Bucky could just have the same dynamic we saw in Brave New World and not mention the events of Thunderbolts at all. Or the version of Thunderbolts we saw took place in another timeline (explaining why it was the way it was) and the actual much better Thunderbolts movie that feeds into Doomsday happened off screen. It was really good everyone you'll just have to believe us! Now this is objectively the worst solution, but it's also the funniest. Just, turnabout being fair play towards Thunderbolts itself. I mean, that movie also just ignored almost everything about the movies that came before it, so why not just have Doomsday do the same? People won’t be coming to watch Doomsday to see the real Avengers vs Thunderbolts anyway so who cares!

There’s my four general categories ranked from what I think is most likely to happen to least. It also ended up being what I would like to happen the least to the most. The more absurd solutions actually make me happier because they involve petty writer rivalry and disrespecting Thunderbolts which I obviously love. I’m bracing myself for the first option to be what happens, which is going to be just awful as both a Sam and Sambucky fan. But, who knows, maybe it will be one of the other ones. Or it could be a mix of two, or somehow all four! Basically, I don’t think there exists a perfect solution to this problem, any writer would probably struggle to fix this. And the writers in question are the Russos, who we have seen are capable of making some very bad decisions in their narratives. But hopefully this was maybe fun to break down? Once Doomsday comes out I can see what option played out and at least act like I called it.

[livingincolorsagain]

Hi! If you're still doing the romance ask: 👠 slow dance

hey cee, thanks for the ask! <33

from this list: SamBucky Romance Asks

Sam let himself sink into the cushions of their sofa, breathing out and relaxing for the first time in a week, maybe more. Probably more.

He knew that Bucky was moving around the house, could hear his footsteps as he went from one room to another. They didn’t sound angry, but Sam knew better.

And he wasn’t stubborn enough to deny that he deserved it.

He had, after all, almost missed his own wedding.

Bucky had every right to be mad. Actually, Sam was surprised he hadn’t straight up cancelled the wedding, or walked away right before saying I do.

It was a few minutes before Bucky came to the living room, missing his tie and jacket, a few buttons of his pressed shirt undone, but otherwise still dressed up and looking unfairly and unbelievably good.

And he was Sam’s husband.

He bypassed Sam entirely, though, and went straight to the record player, going through their impressive collection for a few seconds until he found the one he was looking for.

Sam watched him with bated breath, so many contrasting emotions churning in his stomach, and it seemed like guilt was winning out, making him say, “You can be mad, y’know,” before he could stop himself.

It was just that Bucky hadn’t said anything about it, even when Sam had showed up an hour late with jeans and a sweater and one eye swollen shut.

No, all Bucky had done was breathe out and pull Sam into his arms, gentle like he just knew Sam was sporting a few bruised ribs he was planning on hiding, then had helped him put on his suit, running very careful fingers over the bruises.

Just then, the first notes of I’m In The Mood For Love started playing, Ella Fitzgerald’s voice filling the air.

Bucky turned to look at him. “Yeah,” he said, his voice lighter than it had any right to be, walking over and holding out a hand, “but, I’m in the mood for love.”

Sam swallowed thickly, grabbing Bucky’s hand and letting himself be pulled off the couch and into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Bucky.”

Bucky just hummed, one arm resting around Sam’s waist and the other intertwining their fingers together, and started to move their bodies gently to the music, mindful of Sam’s injuries.

“How are you not mad?” Sam asked, pulling back a little.

Because Bucky had been furious when Sam had to leave just a week before the wedding, and they had this big fight about priorities and duties and everything in between, and Sam had left before they had really fully settled the matter, promising Bucky he would be back long before the wedding; a promise he hadn’t been able to keep.

“I’m not spending our first night as a married couple fighting,” Bucky said.

Sam cracked a smile, then winced when it pulled at the tender skin of his face. “Oh, so you’re saving it for the morning?”

“No,” Bucky said easily. “You have a swollen eye in our wedding photos, feels like that’s enough of a punishment for ya.”

Sam snorted.

“No, really,” Bucky said, changing the rhythm of their dancing as the song ended and another started. “Imagine the stories imma tell our kids. Your dad walked into a cabinet just a few days before our wedding.”

“I was saving the world.”

“Your dad punched himself in the eye while lifting a bag.”

Sam shook his head, but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. “Yeah, okay. Guess I deserve that.”

Then, because it felt more important, “I love you.”

“I know,” was Bucky’s soft reply.

So Sam stepped in even closer, until their faces were pressed together and they could only really sway on the spot with how close they were.

As long as Bucky knew.

[katatonicimpression]

🥋

Sambucky Prompt Game!

Thank you Sian! This took ages I'm sorry but hopefully you'll like it! Last drabble, but certainly not least (because it's the best prompt actually)

Sam was good at what he does for a reason. He trained hard, and he trained smart.

The trick is to always train with people better than you. People who were stronger, faster, had tricks that you didn’t. No one ever got better at anything by prioritising their own ego. If you’re willing to lose in training - when it doesn’t matter - then maybe you’ve got what it takes to win in the field every time.

So, Sam liked a sparring partner with super strength and super-training, and Bucky was normally a perfect choice.

If he wasn’t being so weird.

“Come on, one more round,” Sam said, out of breath but still full of energy.

And Bucky looked - well, he almost looked annoyed with Sam, which wouldn’t be new. But there was something under it, something a little worked up, a little bit rough. Like he wanted to win. He nodded.

They circled each other. Sam stayed light on his feet, not quite hopping like a boxer would. Meanwhile Bucky’s body language was more relaxed, more solid. He knew that if Sam rushed him, it’d be like tackling a brick wall.

In the last round, Sam had surprised him by opening with a high kick. That wouldn’t work twice in a row.

So instead he went low, slamming his heel down on Bucky’s instep. They were both barefoot, but he knew it would still hurt like hell, he followed with a quick jab to the gut, not as hard as he would normally hit, because this was just training after all, but hard enough to give him a shock. Sam wanted to win too.

He was a split second too slow to get away, and Bucky grabbed his arm with his left. He twisted Sam round, twisted the arm behind his back and reached around his front, locking him in place.

Sam squirmed in his hold. Once again, the comparison with a brick wall came to mind. This time it was basically spooning him.

Then Bucky moved, shifting his body back away from Sam so that they were touching less. 

Sam didn’t know why, maybe he felt awkward about how he was basically grinding on Sam’s ass, or maybe he was just adjusting his footing. Either way it gave him an advantage, allowing Sam to fall forward and roll to the side, bringing them both to the floor.

The whole thing descended into a messy wrestle. Legs kicking, hands gripping.

A thud as Sam’s elbow hit the mat hard.

A shout when that same elbow collided with Bucky’s solar plexus.

The whirring of vibranium gears.

Really, though, it was two large sweaty men rolling around on the mat together, grabbing each other, holding each other. Something that Sam tended to be in favour of in any context. 

Although, as Sam managed to roll Bucky over and straddle him, pinning down his shoulders, he started to think maybe Bucky had a problem with it.

Because he wasn’t even trying, just like before he awkwardly shifted. Sam was getting tired of this. Hell, if he could keep his own shit together and keep training with one of the hottest guys he knew, then surely Bucky could. And anyway, Bucky wasn’t even-

Oh.

Sam stopped, let go of Bucky’s shoulders and sat back. And, yeah, maybe he should have noticed.

Maybe he should have noticed the way Bucky looks at him, stares at him half the time.

Maybe he should have noticed the fact that this guy had been following him around like a puppy for months.

Maybe he should have noticed how weird he was being about everything.

For a second, they just looked at each other. Breath heavy, chests rising and falling.

Sam broke the silence.

“Do something.” 

Anything, please. Please, Bucky just do something.

And he did, he sat up, pulled Sam’s face towards him and kissed him.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

We Learned From the Bluebells

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hlQpE6i by liddellmisswitch13 "In the language of flowers, the bluebell is a symbol of humility, constancy, gratitude and everlasting love. It is said that if you turn a bluebell flower inside-out without tearing it, you will win the one you love, and if you wear a wreath of bluebells you will only be able to speak the truth." __ Sam's not sure why Bucky's been distancing himself lately. He took up the Captain America mantle like Bucky wanted, so why is he hiding? Bucky feels like he's only leeching off of Sam and his family, so he keeps dodging Sam's requests to move in. Set after The Falcon and The Winter Soldier! Words: 3362, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Mentions of Steve Rogers - Freeform, past Steve/Bucky - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Language of Flowers, implications of suicidal thoughts, Suicidal Thoughts, post the falcon and the winter soldier, sambucky - Freeform, I Need A Season 2, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, One Shot, pinning, Yearning, Pre-Relationship read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hlQpE6i

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Can't Stand Him

This is for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo's prompt "Free Space", which I've chosen to use for "Costume Contest". Enjoy this fun enemies to friends to lovers rival fic! 🥰

Can't Stand Him

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 10.1K |

Summary: Sam and Bucky have been competing in the same Halloween costume contest for thirty years. What will happen when they have to team up to win the competition?

Excerpt:

“Sam. You and Bucky have been the only people winning this contest for years,” said Leila with a sigh, “You two nerds keep upping the ante and winning. We need to give other people a chance to win.” “You don’t think that I can win if I have to partner up with someone?” asked Sam, a little offended. “Yeah. I have a bunch of friends. I could make this work,” said Bucky defensively. Leila looked at Sam. Then Bucky. Then laughed. Cackled. Bent over in a fit of giggles. “Oh. Oh wow. You really think either of you could win this if you have to micromanage a partner in this competition?” she said and it was clear that she didn’t believe either of them could as she walked away from Sam and Bucky, “Good luck with that.”

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[smileytiger28]

image descriptions: GIFset from the movie thunderbolts*, each GIF paired with a tumblr post about the movie.

yelena puts her head in her hands in embarrassment. the post is from onceuponadorkyworld writing: seeing yelena being embarrassed by her father picking her up in front of her new friends made me happy that she can still have pivotal childhood memories as an adult.

bucky takes off his sunglasses and aims his grenade launcher at alexei's car. post is from mellpenscorner writing: Bucky, trying to be a politician and realizing how inefficient it is at stopping bad guys quickly: Welp. I can’t debate, diplomat, or deposition my way out of this one. Bucky, loading his explosive disc launcher: Detonate it is.

new york city is slowly covered by a giant shadow. post is from windy-wooshes writing: No but to be serious guys i didnt expect that movie to be that kind of good. I expected great fights. I expected complicated morals. I did not expect that movie to say i know everything seems hopeless but you dont get a choice, you have to try. I did not expect that movie to say when we are up against an impossible, unjust threat the only way through is freely given kindness and forgiveness. I did not expext that movie to say the real way villans win is by preying on those we’ve already decided are hopeless. I did not expect that movie to say we all have to believe we can get better. Please believe me we can all get better. Oh my god.

in the bunker, bob, still in medical scrubs, giggles nervously. post is from rummikubcube writing: What if you were a METH ADDICT, who came from an ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD, and then you decided that you wanted to TRY AND BE GOOD (OR/AND FIND NEW DRUGS), so you went to a shady lab in MALAYSIA, and then you kinda DIED, and then you RESUSCITATED with GODLIKE POWERS, and some shady Russian blonde presented you with ADOPTION PAPERS, and saved you from your crushing evil alter ego depression with the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP-

an elevator door opens, revealing the thunderbolts. post is from kudos-si-do writing: the power of friendship defeating depression is mcu canon now

cameras flash; bucky wears a suit and sits at a senate hearing. post is from risrambles writing: the concept of bucky texting sam updates about life during the events of thunderbolts* “having a great time doing congress shit! wish u were here!” fast forward to one hour later “fighting god, call u later?”

alexei, ava, john, and yelena are all tied up, and they look in shock at bucky. discokicks posts: so. who’s gonna do it. who’s gonna be the first to write the fic with bob and yelena crawling around in the vents and alexei eating pop tarts and walker and ava fighting about what they’re watching for movie night

bucky talks angrily at the aforementioned tied-up thunderbolts*. marvelouslymarly posts: I keep thinking about the fact that Bucky first met Bob as Sentry!Bob and then got … taken apart by him and then saw him as The Void but, later in the void-world, still decided that what he'd heard about him from Yelena and the others and what he had come to know about Bob was enough for him to become protective and save Bob from the void because thats exactly who Bucky is at his core! He will protect the ~tiny guy and he will be the grumpy old uncle and I love that we finally get to see him as such again!

john walker is squished in the middle seat of alexei's car. chachaafterdark posts: In my heart of hearts I know that every single thunderbolt's relationship with John Walker is 'Yeah, he's a bitchass... unfortunately he happens to be our bitchass so we kinda have to ride for him, prepare to die i guess' 🤷‍♀️

an exasperated bucky shakes his head. joshhcrtnett posts: ill be honest i think the post credits scene isnt even remotely as bad as people make it out to be theres no sambucky divorce thats just a married couple having an argument and bucky sleeping on the couch for a week.

Thunderbolts* (2025) + text posts

[plantswithme]

never forget that it’s canon that bucky has thought about moving in with sam and that he knows sam’s not good at sharing anything

[thebusylilbee]

when you think about it... it's pretty reasonable to assume that these two days spent fixing the boat and training with Sam while getting to meet his family have been the best days of bucky's life since right before world war II... he said it himself his only moment of calm was in Wakanda but there's a difference between calm and happiness... he got properly happy with Sam for a second there

[i-have-zero-chill]

WTF WTF SAMBUCKY DRIVING ME iNSANE RN I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S TALKING TO SARAH ABOUT MOVING IN WITH SAM HOLY SHIT. BUCKY TRYING TO WOO SAM and SAM NOT GETTING IT. BUCKY WANTING TO MOVE IN WITH SAM AND SAM NOT GETTING IT. HOW MANY FICS DOES TFATWS WANT US TO WRITE. I FEEL U N H I N G E D

You’re totally valid anon. When I saw it last night I was Not Well. We all thought he was flirting with Sarah and he’s literally just talking to her about Sam. Unbelievable. And even if the audio is somehow fake, the amount of fanfiction fuel that this fandom continues to receive is just very pleasing to me. Like we really never lose.