#source: ca:tws

[totallycorrectkilljoys]

Pawter, to Jelco: I’m sorry, did I step on your moment?

[splat-goes-the-nat]

Sam: this is white people activities and I do not want to participate

[blythesarchives]

Подарок. | W.S

summary: You give the soldier a present for Christmas.

warnings: Fluff & Angst | Fem!reader | Winter Soldier!Bucky | Post!CA:TWS | PTSD mentions | Mention of medical treatments | Recovery | Brief talk of nightmares

a/n: Sort of unofficial part two to Sugar Plums since I had a few people asking for a part two. Same universe I guess, with some time between. Uhh probably rushed idk. To be edited later. ;; wc: 3.3k

Recovery.

Fickle, fragile, exhausting.

He gradually accepted being called Bucky, though the name stirred something uncomfortable within him each time it reached his ears. Steve, ever persistent and hopeful, would use various versions of the name - Bucky, Buck, or sometimes James - in his unwavering attempts to resurrect the friend he once knew, unable to accept that the Bucky from his memories had faded away like footprints in snow.

Winter had completely erased the old Bucky.

While these names would trigger a subtle internal struggle, he maintained an almost perfect mask of indifference, with only the slightest furrowing of his brow betraying any sign of his inner turmoil.

You, however, carefully navigated between calling him Bucky and Soldat, aware that using his old code name might reinforce programming you wished to help him break free from. Yet there was a slight relaxation in his shoulders when you used the familiar designation, the way it seemed to ease the constant tension he carried made it impossible to completely abandon - his comfort, however small, had become your priority.

Even if that comfort stemmed from a dehumanizing name.

It required negotiation and persistent discussions to convince Tony to finally allow the soldier access to the medbay wing for his necessary medical treatments. Despite the soldier's extended stay in the tower passing without any concerning incidents, Tony maintained a strong hesitation about providing medical assistance. His deeply-rooted skepticism and apparent distrust were sources of frustration for you, though you consciously chose to avoid escalating the situation into a full-blown argument, knowing it would only make matters more complicated.

You had already gotten into intense scuffles with Tony over the soldier’s stay, how he needed to be looked over, physically and internally. The dislocated arm Steve caused never healed, and he had been carrying his arm awkwardly close to his body. Other physical injuries on top of the apparent dehydration and malnourishment, he was constantly under a veil of sickness.

The situation was particularly delicate because Soldat struggled with being in the presence of the other tower residents. He was acutely aware of how everyone seemed to cautiously moderate their behavior around him, treating each interaction as if they were navigating through a minefield of potential triggers. Like they were walking along eggshells every time they were near him.

It felt like he was walking on glass.

You were his only source of comfort, though traces of caution still lingered in his demeanor. He knew you posed no threat to his wellbeing. You had been patient and gentle the entire time, regardless of his panic or prone sense to lash out if he got stressed enough.

Long nights stretched endlessly in the sterile medbay rooms, where you faithfully maintained your vigil in the uncomfortable chair positioned beside the standard-issue medical bed. The soldier’s bed remained empty, as he consistently chose to rest on the cold floor instead. Sleep was an elusive companion for him, a nightly battle he rarely won. More often than not, his rest was violently interrupted by his own terrified screams or desperate shouts, his body jerking upright with defensive movements, arms swinging at invisible threats.

You would spend countless minutes trying everything in your power to bring him back to reality and calm his frantic state. Sometimes, despite your best efforts and gentle words, the situation would escalate beyond your ability to manage, forcing the medical staff on standby to intervene with sedatives to prevent him from unintentionally causing harm during these episodes.

Luckily his recovery progressed slowly but surely, transitioning from those intensive IV treatments in the clinical environment of the medbay to the more comfortable setting of your personal quarters. His sleeping arrangements evolved as gradually as his treatment; first from the hard floor, then to the modest couch tucked against the far wall, and finally to your bed.

These days, he found his rest beside you each night, his body instinctively seeking comfort by curling close to yours, desperately trying to make up for all those decades of disturbed sleep and haunted dreams.

Over time, his attachment to you had grown increasingly intense, and he began experiencing waves of jealousy whenever your attention was directed elsewhere. You helped around the tower a lot, so you tended to be distracted with tasks or aiding in another’s need. The soldier didn’t like it, so he began leaving his mark on you. It started subtly at first, he would rub your clothes on himself, in his mind it was good enough that you smelled like him. He saw it in a documentary once, of animals, but he had been in such a dehumanized state for so long, it made sense to him. His body’s scent on you, others would back off. That would work.

But, no, it wasn’t enough.

One day, crossing an unspoken boundary between you, he started placing love bites along your skin, positioning these tender marks from your neck down to your shoulders, eventually becoming bold enough to venture lower, marking your chest with these plum bruises.

The possessive displays sent warmth coursing through your body, and you willingly accepted his territorial behavior. After all, you had become his sole source of comfort and security in this world, making it perfectly natural for him to want to claim you in some way - whether through his distinctive scent (you knew about him rubbing your clothes on his body) or these carefully placed marks. His need to establish this connection, to make his claim visible, he was terrified you’d be taken from him.

Progress was being made in your relationship.

While he was still cautious with physical contact, he had begun to allow gentle touches and brief moments of closeness, though always within carefully maintained boundaries. He was like a cat, deciding when he wanted physical attention and when he wanted it to stop. The challenge of memory recovery remained a significant hurdle in his healing process. You had to help him remember specific things, he often mixed Russian and English, or plainly forgot the simplest of words.

He couldn’t for the life of him remember what a pillow was.

When Steve would speak to him, sharing stories and memories of their past, Bucky would often find himself lost in confusion, unable to connect with the vivid recollections that Steve so enthusiastically shared. The determination in Steve's eyes was evident as he tried desperately to help his lost friend remember the bond they once shared, but for Bucky, these memories remained frustratingly out of reach.

Steve's enthusiasm was well-intentioned, but sometimes, it manifested as an overwhelming flood of information and expectations. You could sense Bucky's growing distress during these interactions, the way his shoulders would tense, how his eyes would dart anxiously around the room. The stark reality was that Bucky's memories of Steve were minimal at best, yet Steve continued to share detailed accounts of their past experiences with increasing intensity.

Your became a careful mediator, providing emotional support to Bucky while gently helping Steve understand that his passionate approach was more hindering rather than helping the delicate process of memory recovery.

Bucky would get frustrated with himself during his journey of recovery. His collection of journals became a sanctuary for his fragmented memories, filled with carefully preserved photographs (provided by Steve), detailed notes written in an unsteady hand, and hastily scrawled thoughts or recollections that would suddenly surface from the depths of his consciousness throughout all hours of the day and night. These journals became both a source of comfort and torment, evidence of his struggle to piece himself back together like a puzzle without a photo.

Even with help from you or Steve, he maintained strict control over his recovery process. He deliberately chose not to document anything that Steve mentioned or tried to convince him of, instead focusing solely on recording memories that emerged organically from within his own mind.

Having experienced decades of mental manipulation, he didn’t want anyone influencing his thoughts or memories ever again. He couldn't bring himself to simply accept Steve's version of events without questioning them, needing to verify everything through his own recollections.

You knew it hurt Steve to see Bucky this way, how he refused to listen or believe him, but you couldn’t blame the man. Either of them, really. It was delicate, it took a lot of patience on everyone’s part.

Bucky’s dedication to recovering his past manifested in sleepless marathons that would stretch on for days at a time. The soldier within him approached the task with military precision, attempting to reconstruct his shattered memories in a specific manner. Yet despite his efforts, the majority of his recollections remained disjointed and fractured, with memories of his time with HYDRA dominating his consciousness more than anything else.

While Bucky was trying to recall his elusive past, you dedicated yourself to helping him build new neural pathways and retain more recent experiences, hoping to make his daily life more manageable and give him a sense of independence. The simplest tasks had become foreign territory for him - the muscle memory and basic understanding of everyday activities having slipped away like water through cupped hands. Modern appliances like microwaves, coffee makers, or the oven had become objects that he approached with confusion.

His relationship with food had become particularly concerning. Unable to prepare proper meals, you would find him furtively consuming makeshift sandwiches, but only when he believed he could finish them before being discovered. His posture during meals was hunched, protectively positioning himself over his plate or bowl, shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming pace, his entire body tense as though preparing to defend his meal from unseen threats.

Food aggression, apparently, wasn't restrictive to just animals.

Among the numerous concerns, his recurring nightmares stood out as the most troubling and pressing issue. The frequency and intensity of these night terrors had become increasingly worrisome, regardless of how well he had progressed otherwise.

Night after night, his anguished screams would pierce the darkness, and these episodes gradually evolved into extended periods where sleep became completely impossible for him to achieve. Bucky would remain awake for days and nights at a stretch, fighting against his own exhaustion, scribbling nonsense into his journals until his body would finally surrender and he would collapse into a brief, troubled slumber.

This cycle would repeat, each time more severe than the last.

Your began looking into different methods that might help ease his troubled sleep so that Bucky could experience the simple luxury of peaceful rest. Your research led you through a wide array of options; from various herbal teas and natural sleep remedies to more conventional medical interventions. However, given his strong aversion to pharmaceutical solutions, you deliberately steered clear of medication-based approaches, knowing they would likely be met with resistance.

Over time, you discovered that a soothing routine of warm herbal tea and gentle companionship proved to be an effective remedy for his nightmares. The nightly ritual of sharing your sleeping space had become second nature, and you observed how this consistent presence brought him the comfort and stability his life lacked for seven decades. His sleep patterns were delicately intertwined with his emotional state, thus during periods of anxiety or perceived threat, his rest would become noticeably disturbed and fitful.

However, your unwavering presence served as a constant source of reassurance, creating a safe haven where he could finally find peaceful rest. Plus, it helped him regain new memories to write down and you could see how proud he was every time he recounted something from his past.

Christmas morning.

Every corner and crevice of the tower sparkled with festive décor, tinsel draped from every available surface, and twinkling lights illuminated the halls in a dazzling display. It was an extravagant winter wonderland that bordered on excessive, but that was exactly Tony's style - he approached every holiday with unbridled enthusiasm, and Christmas was undoubtedly his crowning achievement.

With his seemingly limitless resources at his disposal, there was nothing holding him back from creating the most elaborate celebrations possible.

Aka…he was rich so he could.

In contrast to Tony's lavish approach, you took a more modest approach when it came to gift-giving. The act of receiving presents always made you somewhat uncomfortable, as you found far more joy in being the one doing the giving. You selected meaningful presents for each team member, carefully considering their individual interests and preferences. You couldn't match Tony's extravagant spending (something he never failed to remind everyone of that morning), but you firmly believed that the genuine thought and personal consideration behind a gift carried far more significance than its monetary value (Tony disagrees).

Bucky perched uncomfortably at the far end of the plush couch, his posture tense and rigid while the other team members enthusiastically tore through their wrapped presents with childlike excitement. Your general annoyance with Tony's characteristic swagger and showmanship failed you this morning, a warmth spread through your chest at the genuine joy radiating from Pepper's face when she discovered the exquisite diamond ring he had carefully selected for her and presented after she freed it from the tight wrapping paper.

You stayed by Bucky all morning, carefully observing his reactions to the bustling holiday atmosphere. It was clear he was struggling to process the overwhelming sensory experience and you didn’t blame him. The twinkling lights and shimmering tinsel to the constant chatter and laughter of the group, on top of holiday music and the smells of breakfast and baked goods from the kitchen, were surely a lot to process. His discomfort grew and you recognized the telltale signs of sensory overload in his slightly widened eyes and shallow breathing. The social expectations was clearly taking its toll.

He had wanted to try, he wanted to sit down with you that morning, but he had been struggling.

Your gift pile was modest, exactly as you had requested. You insisted that presents weren't necessary, you found yourself the recipient of a generously stuffed Christmas stocking and an assortment of small, meaningful items carefully chosen by your teammates in a way that made it impossible for you to object to their kindness.

When Steve presented Bucky with a collection of carefully preserved mementos from their past, but the soldier's response wasn’t what he wanted. His eyes fixed on the items that should have sparked recognition, should have ignited memories of happier times, but instead were met with blank confusion and growing distress. You sensed the uncomfortable scene and noticed the mounting anxiety in Bucky's expression, you decided to intervene with a present you got for him.

"Here, I got this for you." You handed him a carefully wrapped bag with delicate tissue paper peeking out from the top, rustling softly with each movement. "Nothing all that special but...I figured it might be nice to have something like this." You replied gently, your voice carrying a hint of nervousness as you watched him, waiting with anticipation for him to open the gift.

Bucky held the bag tentatively, his eyes fixed on the festive baby blue packaging adorned with an intricate pattern of darker blue ornaments. The glitter-coated decorations caught the light as they spiraled across the surface of the bag. He had to blink a few times to refocus his eyes, his hand slowly reached up and grasped the white tissue paper that had been carefully arranged at the top, concealing the gift. He pulled it free, soft crinkling sounded as he removed it.

He reached into the depths of the bag, his fingers brushing against something soft before grasping it. As he drew it out, his hand revealed a charming stuffed elephant, its plush grey body soft to the touch. The toy was perfectly proportioned, with endearing fat limbs that dangled naturally from its tear-shaped body. Its oversized ears flopped gently and its trunk curved in a friendly manner that seemed to welcome embrace. The stuffed animal sat comfortably in his hands, sized just right for holding close and cuddling.

"Elephants are known for their memories, you know." You gave him a gentle, encouraging nudge, your voice soft and hopeful. "Who knows? Maybe having this elephant around will help spark some of those lost memories of yours. They say elephants never forget, after all."

Bucky turned to face you, his expression one of confusion and curiosity. His eyes held that familiar, guarded look the soldier usually carried - a careful blend of wariness and interest that never quite revealed his inner thoughts. He examined the stuffed toy with an almost childlike fascination, as if encountering one for the first time.

His flesh hand explored every detail of the plush elephant with careful attention, fingers trailing along the soft fabric. He wrapped them around the trunk, testing its flexibility, then moved to rub the floppy ears between his thumb and forefinger, then squeezing the body gently as if checking its softness.

"There's something else too." You smiled warmly, gesturing toward the bag with enthusiasm. "Go ahead, take another look." He complied, reaching in until his hand emerged clutching a brand new journal. Following the theme, the journal was decorated in a soothing light blue shade, its cover stamped with a delicately printed elephant in the center. "I noticed your other journals were getting pretty full, so I thought you might need a fresh start. This one's got plenty of space, lots of room for all those thoughts and memories you want to keep safe."

His hands gently set the items down after examining each one carefully, his eyes lingering on every detail as if trying to memorize them. Then he turned to you, his expression unreadable. "You...got these...for me." Bucky spoke slowly, each word carefully chosen, as if he was having trouble processing the simple act of kindness. "To help me remember?"

"And, the elephant will be a nice cuddle buddy for those long nights you tend to have," you explained softly, watching his reaction. "It has special infusions of lavender and bergamot oils that I picked specifically to help you sleep better. The aromatherapy might even help soothe away those bad dreams you've been having. Well, at least according to the sales clerk." You reached out and lifted the soft plush elephant, bringing it to your nose and inhaling deeply. "See? It's really calming, isn't it?"

He took the toy back and smelled it deeply, letting out a contented sigh as the aroma filled his nose and sent waves of comfort through his body, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He carefully lowered the elephant into his lap, treating it as if it were made of delicate porcelain. His throat tightened with emotion as he swallowed hard and looked back at you, his eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude.

"All this for me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible as he struggled to process the reality that someone would think to get him anything at all (Steve didn’t count). The concept of receiving gifts was so foreign to him, so far removed from his perception of what he deserved, that he could barely wrap his mind around it.

You thought maybe it looked sill to some people, but it was more about why you got it, not what you got him.

You nodded, offering a warm smile, "Yes...I got this just for you."

The soldier's gaze slowly drifted back to his lap, his fingers lingering momentarily on the thoughtful gifts before carefully pushing the journal and elephant to rest beside him. He then leaned forward quickly, closing the distance between you and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. The display caught you off guard, given his usual hesitance to initiate any form of contact beyond nightly cuddling or his possessive love-bites.

After you recovered from the sudden gesture, your arms encircled him in return. You drew him closer as he nestled himself against your body, seeking comfort in your warmth and smell. It was one of the only things he could consistently rely on.

A knowing smile played across your lips as you whispered against his ear, "I take it you like it?"

"...Да."

Thanks for reading. -em 🌿

Dividers by @/strangergraphics | Images found on Pinterest.

[gunsandspaceships]

Review of Official MCU Timelines: Marvel Cinematic Universe Guidebook

My (unofficial) but logical (the right one) detailed timeline of the Phase One

Review of The Old Official Timeline

This is the review of Phase One dates from Marvel Cinematic Universe Guidebook: The Avengers Initiative.

Note: Fury's Big Week events and dates will be covered in a separate post.

Correct dates are highlighted in blue, and incorrect ones - in red.

Iron Man:

Pages: 7, 18, 24.

✔️ The guidebook starts with contradicting the time periods from the old timeline: the first timeline of the MCU told us that 6 months passed between Tony escaping the cave and "I am Iron Man". The guidebook confirms my conclusion that these events took place within less than a month (May 2 - May 25, 2008), and that "days" rather than weeks or months passed between the Charity Ball and the day Tony fought Stane.

Pages: 10, 22, 27, 66.

❌ We know that Tony was born on May 29, 1970. When his parents died, he was already 21 years old. And until May 29, 1992, he was still 21. The movie doesn't say he became CEO of SI when he turned 21. It says "at 21," so unlike the book, it's not a mistake. Tony had a few months between his parents' death and his 22nd birthday to earn two PhDs. During those months, Stane served as the company's interim CEO. Funnily enough, this stupid mistake will haunt the new official timeline book.

Page 12.

❌ That's not entirely wrong, since it says "nearly", but I did it better. They couldn't work on the armor for three months simply because Tony wasn't able to do it for most of that time. He had to spend two months recovering from his injuries and surgeries, one week creating the reactor and the plans for the armor, and only about three weeks actually building the armor.

Page 19.

✔️ This confirms my conclusion that the reactor change did not occur on Tony's first day home, or even the next day. Tony came home on May 2 and Pepper changed the reactor on May 4.

The Incredible Hulk:

Page 38.

❌ As I determined in The Incredible Hulk timeline, Hulk couldn't have run from Rio to Guatemala in one day. It would take him 3-4 days to get there. Add those days as Hulk to the 17 "without incident" days. So it can't be the same 17 days, but rather 21.

Iron Man 2:

Page 53.

❌ This is what "not thinking" looks like. No, Marvel, there are more than 6 months between May 2008 and May 2010.

Page 57.

❌ It couldn't have been "the next day" because the day after Tony's birthday party was spent with Fury and Howard's treasure chest. That was May 31st (2 days after the party).

P.S. Someday I will look at the other statements (non-date related) in this book, because some of them are truly ridiculous.

Page 58.

✔️ This confirms my timeline, which states that the events of IM2 take place over several weeks, not just one.

Captain America: The First Avenger:

Page 101.

❌ "A year later", Marvel?! From June 14 to November 3, 1943 – only 4.5 months!

Page 108.

✔️ ❌ It's a tough question how long it's been since Rogers went behind the lines to rescue the 107th prisoners. Two options: one day (at least 12 hours of marching) or two days. Clues from the movie fit each of these.

Page 115.

❌ MCU movies are inconsistent on what year this train mission took place. The same movie, CA:TWS, says it was both 1944 and 1945. Tie-in comics Fury's Big Week, say it was no later than 1943 (another reason for me not to take it seriously). This book says March 1945. What we get is that all sources contradict each other. Given the original CA:TFA movie, and both 1944/1945, I can fix this error by saying it was December 31, 1944 - January 1, 1945. Everybody's happy.

Pages 124-125.

❌ A simple typo or the writer forgot the year of the Exposition, which is written on the previous page. It was 1943.

Page 127.

❌ Seriously, Mr. Writer? The guy looks like he's been a drill sergeant for 17 years? It's not even possible to be one that long. Plus he still wears Grade 4 Sergeant insignia, which means he's never been promoted in his "17 years" as a drill sergeant. He is either very bad at his job, which raises another question - why is he still there, or the statement makes no sense. Mr O'Sullivan, or whoever wrote this, Sergeant Duffy's phrase only means that "Nobody's got that flag in 17 years" in general, and does not mean that he was a drill sergeant there all that time!

Why I point this out: This is a good example of contractors taking something from the source material (movie) without using logic. Always use logic, please.

Thor - Thor: The Dark World:

Page 181.

✔️Further confirmation that it's only been two years since the events of the first Thor movie, not three as Fury's Big Week tells us: Thor (November 2011), The Avengers (May 2012), Thor: The Dark World (Fall 2013).

[chaoticamelay]

I am /absolutely/ going to regret getting into this discussion again but what the hell…

explaining that mcu peggy is based on a nazi, a thread:

Comics Peggy Carter is a blonde from the American South who joins the French Resistance as a teenager. Comics Peggy doesn’t know Steve at all pre-serum, they fall in love while she’s doing missions with the Resistance, and she gets amnesia and goes back to Virginia.

In 1991’s Adventures of Captain America run, Agent Cynthia Glass is the brown-haired, British love interest of Steve Rogers who first meets him pre-serum, is present during Rebirth when he is given the serum and when Erskine is murdered, and accompanies him on his first mission.

Does Cynthia Glass’ character sound familiar? It should, it’s MCU Peggy Carter! Except Cynthia Glass is very famously also a Nazi spy who betrays Captain America to Red Skull, then suddenly changes her mind about that and sacrifices herself to save him.

MCU Peggy’s character (and physical appearance) are much closer to comics CG than comics Peggy.

Marvel officially confirms in their Agent Carter: Season One Declassified book that MCU Peggy is based off comics Cynthia Glass.

MCU Peggy Carter doesn’t really have anything in common with comics Peggy except for a name and a (retconned) relationship to Sharon. But she IS, undeniably, closely based on Cynthia Glass. Cynthia Glass is, undeniably, a Nazi.

Is MCU Peggy explicitly a nazi? No. Is she implicitly a collaborator? IMO yes, but I’m not getting into that (beyond that it’s sus Peggy died peacefully of old age despite founding the org hydra secretly grew in and in CA:TWS Zola said anyone who got in hydra’s way was *stopped*)

“The MCU and comics are different” yes obviously! The MCU combines characters all the time, but the comics remain the source material. Not separable. And it’s still weird to base your character on a Nazi for no reason, there are so many other possible options for love interests!

“Cynthia Glass saved Cap in the end! She’s not a nazi” don’t care!! She worked for the nazis, saving him at the last minute doesn’t negate those actions, or prove she ever stopped believing in nazi ideology beyond that. With all due respect she can get fucked <3

Other smarter people have written many thinkpieces on MCU Peggy’s many issues so I’m not going to. I’m just going to end with saying that people (especially jews and roma) are allowed to feel any way we fucking want about this character who is confirmed to be based on a nazi.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

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YOU HAVE TO WRITE MORE. PLEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the original link goes to my tags on this post here, but... I think you'd be more interested in this other iteration, lol, so I'm linking that one, too.

I have no idea what to add, though... like, no thoughts, just depraved mental images of Steve and Bucky fucking hard 🥴🥴

I do think about Steve getting fucked in his uniform often, though. I can't help myself. Especially the stealth suit, y'know? Like, okay, it's just a hot suit, but pulling that thread, he stole the red white and blue combat uniform from the museum, specifically to help jog Bucky's memories.

However.

The stealth suit was still a big fucking part of CA:TWS to me.

And I just feel like as Bucky was piecing his memories back together--finding out who he was again and being pursued so fucking heavily by this big man in his kevlar-swathed suit, all dark navy and secretive, containing his large but lithe form so well, nearly a damn catsuit--that suit definitely ended up being a part of some harsh, fast, forbidden feeling fucks.

With Steve on the run, sometimes hitting up safe houses or sometimes random ass hotel rooms, but always with Bucky lurking just around the corner, slipping in the window or lingering in the woods around back... yeah. There were definitely times that Sam was out collecting supplies, or Nat was running ahead to meet with her elusive contact, leaving Steve alone and raw feeling. Then, stumbling into Bucky and clinging to him while Bucky took to him like a desperate, wild animal. Defiling him in that suit. Both suits. Stealth and flashy red, white, and blue. But especially the stealth suit. Because the vaguely familiar suit had Bucky feeling a little gentler. He knows this man. He does. He had this man before. He was precious to whoever James Barnes was. But the stealth suit... that's a stranger. That doesn't belong to James Barnes or anyone, and whoever the soldier is, whoever he is now nameless and drifting, he desperately wants to own that stranger.

He's beautiful. And it's a fucking problem. He is drawn to him helplessly. Recklessly. Blue eyes. Mused blonde hair. Plush, pink lips (especially that bottom one, lord have mercy). He's big and set and stubborn. His jaw square, shoulders huge, and waist tiny. Yet, when he touches him, grabbing harsh and rough, reckless, and cut-loose, he crumbles as if he isn't anywhere near as strong as he looks.

Whimpering and crying out beneath him, begging wordlessly for more. Anything he could dare to give him, he wants. Hands biting into his waist, digging into his hips, collaring his throat; lips on his lips, lips around his pert, pink nipples, too sweet for such a large, heavy-set chest, lips on his weeping cock; dick shoved deep into his tight, drooling mouth, dick squeezed between his thick, quivering, somehow hairless thighs, pale and untouched, dick carving itself into his body, fighting to find room in such a tight, hungry hole.

It's feral. That's what it is. Feral, unchecked lust and strength that can only be found in the sheer desperation of two lovers who thought they lost each other forever and know each other so viscerally yet have been so ripped apart. It's the ferality of mine. Mine. Mine. Clawing at each other, moaning and shaking and crying.

It gets to the point, Bucky taking out those feelings he can't remember and can't name on an all too willing, sexually frustrated Steve, that Steve can't, even years later, put on the stealth suit without having a Pavlovian response to it. He slips into it, and, oops, his blood immediately turns thick and slow and hot, boiling in his veins, craving the language of teeth and nails and harsh grinding, hips against his ass, so deep in him he can taste it.

[moontheoretist]

I have an angry but very valid question.

Why Captain America and The Winter Soldier movie doesn't mention Tony Stark as a Project Insight target? (I know he was definitely on the list, but I'm not sure if the audience learns it from the movie or from external sources, I'm however pretty sure that Tony is not mentioned in the most important scene that talks about this project's goal).

Sitwell mentions Bruce Banner and Stephen Strange, but as far as Steve is concerned, Banner won't die no matter how much Hydra tries to kill him, and Stephen Strange is a stranger he doesn't even know. I'm aware that they wanted to make a mention of Dr Strange because he will become new Sorcerer Supreme (though it was not explained by Hydra why Insight targeted Strange NOW - he was just a really good neurosurgeon at the time and I doubt that Zola's algorithm was able to predict him becoming a sorcerer because it couldn't possibly include a clue to that future that didn't exist yet - unless of course we assume that Stephen was already injured at this point in time and was looking for Kamar-Taj). Steve's only reason to care for it as of now are (1) all unnamed "targets that are threat to Hydra" and (2) himself (as he is included on said list). But from the storytelling perspective mentioning a name of someone who is usually vulnerable to attack would have more of an impact than mentioning Banner or a stranger Steve never met. Ok, Strange is a civilian so he is squishy and Steve would care even if he doesn't know him, and ok Bruce is a teammate, but like I said Bruce is virtually invulnerable to attacks. If Sitwell said that Tony was on the list, it would be more of a threat to their team. Especially if someone at Hollywood was like "What if CA:TWS was happening when Stark was in a vulnerable position (for example: when he was having his arc reactor removal surgery), exposed to the attacks at the time and the rest of the team was aware of it?". It's a perfect team building opportunity RIGHT THERE. Such a fucking wasted opportunity! Geez!

No matter if Steve likes Tony here or not, Tony is the backbone of their team regardless, if not emotionally then financially. Losing him would hit the Avengers very fucking hard, on top of losing SHIELD's backing as well. Not to mention that most of the team would lose their lives. (Who would even survive it? Bruce, Thor. Clint maybe if Insight didn't find him too via some communication channels he was using, that's it. Tony, Steve, Natasha dead, Sam possibly too if he was listed as well).

They didn't necessarily have to SHOW him if they couldn't, but they could name drop the character. If they seriously prohibited it in some contract then that would be the most stupid thing to do. They only needed someone from the team to be like "Oh, Tony is in the hospital now" or something similar. Done. They could make up a reason! Not to mention that doing this would cover for more than only this one issue, because I remember people asking "why nobody called Tony for help". Name dropping him in such a way would fix this issue as well! Darn it!

Another reason why they should have hired people to manage their multiverse early on, so the movies would actually feel well written. But nooo, why should they hire someone to keep track of the MCU lore?

I hate capitalism and I hate shortsighted planning.

[jabbotmohan]

4, 23, and 26 for either or both ships :)

omg hi grace! thank you so much for this ask, friend! 🥰🥰🥰

4. if you had to change one scene in the source material, what would it be?

so for sarahbucky: i would change the scene where bucky wakes up on sarah’s couch. i would add what happened between sam saying it wouldn’t be weird and the boys waking him up. obviously he had dinner with the family and i am absolutely CERTAIN he would’ve complimented sarah’s cooking/continued flirting with her/enjoyed interacting with the boys and answering their myriad questions. maybe there was even A Moment between him and sarah when she was giving him the pillow(s) and blankets so he could sleep on the couch. OH GOD MAYBE FIRST HE EVEN HELPED HER CLEAN UP THE DINNER DISHES holy shit i’m screaming, crying, throwing up over all the domesticity 😭

for samsteve: we deserve to see what happened between sam and steve after steve showed up to the va lookin like a lost lil puppy desperate for a nice warm home

23. what kind of fic/fanart/GIFs would you like to see more of in the fandom?

i would like, nay i NEED, more domesticity. more slice of life. fluff. gimme all the sweetness. gimme bucky doting on sarah. gimme steve doting on sam. gimme them falling in love with each other in meet cutes. hell, i’ll even take some meet uglies that end in happily ever after. childhood friends falling in love. i want the italicized ‘oh’!

26. do you have any particularly strong headcanons you’d fight for?

yeah, i absolutely do. for example, it is my headcanon (based on what i’ve seen in repeated viewings of ca:tws, ca:cw, the end of bp, infinity war, endgame, and tfatws) that bucky is grumpy or reserved with everyone except sarah and the boys.

send me random fandom asks :)

[findat-staticveil]

  KARA’S MCU TIMELINE                                                 ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵛᵉʳˢᶤᵒᶰ

S.H.I.E.L.D. had been keeping tabs on her since she was in her early teens due to her father’s status in the agency. they knew she was a bright young girl & supported her education in hopes of someday using her cultivated knowledge as an asset. her usefulness proved helpful during “fury’s big week” when a mysterious relic was found in the middle of the desert near roswell, new mexico.

THOR (2011)   ›  “Fury’s Big Week”

NIGHT 3  — recruited & assigned to the 0-8-4 (“satellite crash”) in new mexico DAY 4  — arrives at shield crater base camp in roswell, nm. studies mjolnir (& jane foster’s confiscated research.) NIGHT 4  — further researching, interrupted when thor raids the crater base camp. coulson interrogates thor, kara is there behind the scenes feeding him information about the norse god. DAY 5  — battle at puente antigue, shield cleans up after fight. NIGHT 5  — shield collects the destroyer DAY 6  — debriefing; coulson announces agency wide re-focusing towards extra terrestrial defense.

ALL IN THE YEAR BETWEEN THOR AND THE AVENGERS: following the events in thor, kara was then began her training as a field agent.  she was assigned under agent alex depaul, her supervising officer. during this time she proved herself useful and climbed the ranks.

THE AVENGERS  ›  BATTLE OF NY, MAY 2, 2012

kara is on the helicarrier after the avengers capture loki. thor takes loki from shield custody. he eventually returns loki to the helicarrier, where he is then imprisoned within a cage designed to hold bruce banner. 

kara was already informed of fury’s intentions regarding the tesseract, aka the “phase 2” program to use the source to power advanced weaponry in response to the asgardian incident in new mexico. it is during an argument about fury’s intentions that clint barton (under loki’s control) and other soldiers working for loki attacked the helicarrier and crippled one of it’s engines.

after the battle of new york, kara escorts loki’s scepter to the iliad, where it is held in safe keeping in constant relocation around the world. meanwhile, it is noted that the tesseract was sent to asgard with loki. the scepter’s true location is classified information that very few agents know, due to lack of level clearance. agent palamas is then assigned primarily to the helicarrier to keep careful watch over the weapon.

THOR 2/AOS  › CANON S1E1-S1E15 In theory, kara was on the Iliad until the coup and hydra takes over. see notes for ca:tws.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER takes place just before her capture by hydra. hydra takes over during this movie. agent alex depaul turns out to be a mole for hydra, and betrayed her and the rest of shield when he allowed hydra agents aboard the Iliad just before it was overthrown. alongside other loyal agents fighting for their cause, she helped take back the ship, protecting its assets and one particularly damning weapon hidden in its basement.

AGENTS OF SHIELD (S1E16-22) taken hostage by hydra from her shield safehouse. follows most of aos canon.

AGENTS OF SHIELD (S2E1-19) canon events, with my divergent boundary lines.  BEYOND… kara wants nothing to do with shield in most cases, although I do have a few instances where she joins coulson’s team.

[shinelikethunder]

yeah! i have to wonder if one of the conditions of getting to disrupt traffic to film those scenes was not messing with the real signage, or if, like the script goofs, there was just some variance between departments re: commitment to the bit. because they absolutely messed with signage elsewhere, including putting up fake Metro station pillars (thus giving internet pedants a source to cite for their irrelevant takes on the exact route of the Nick Fury car chase, lol).

but yeah. they cared, and were given room to care by their corporate overlords. Civil War/Infinity War/Endgame sucked, not because the Russos don't know how to make good movies, but as an inevitable result of the conditions the movies were produced under. both the Russos and Markus & McFeely were very up-front in the CA:TWS commentary track that the reason it's good is that Marvel Studios gave them their general brief ("we're doing Winter Soldier; SHIELD is Hydra; here's what you can and can't do in a Marvel movie"), signed off on their conspiracy-thriller concept, and then left them the fuck alone to go through a dozen drafts and polish the fuck out of that sucker until every part of it was gleaming like a brainwashed assassin's metal arm.

(if you - or anyone else following along - would be up for more recs... i actually recommend Citizenfour (2014), a filmed-in-realtime-by-the-journalists-involved documentary on the Snowden NSA leaks, as a companion to All the President's Men. because the most paranoid parts of CA:TWS are also extensively based on nonfiction, and there's a striking similarity in the flavors of idealism on display.)

(...likewise, if you have ever looked at CA:TWS and gone "i would watch five entire seasons of this as some techno-dystopian TV show, especially if it had a weird knack for making the audience cry about Caring About People and there were hot dysfunctional ex-assassins who got to be in big gay love and kiss about it onscreen"... may i direct you to Person of Interest (2011-2016), which takes a couple of seasons to pick up steam, but oh boy when it does the similarities are so eerie that at times it resembles a "what if the Insight helicarriers went up" AU)

I love this shot. CONSPICUOUS WATERGATE HOTEL IS CONSPICUOUS right as Captain America is about to get jumped by members of a sinister government conspiracy, after Evil Robert Redford got done telling him his apartment was bugged by the head of the very agency he works for. It’s not paranoia if they really are out to get you.

[incorrect-supercorp]

Lena: Kiss me.

Kara: What?

Lena: Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.

Kara: Yes, they do.

Lena: *Kisses Kara* You're still uncomfortable?

Kara: It's not exactly the word I would use.

[splat-goes-the-nat]

Sam(to Bucky): you need to get a haircut. You look like a mop that got run over by a lawnmower.

[incorrectarsenalfcquotes]

Martin: You're signing me.

Mikel: You don't HAVE to come...

Martin: I know. When do I start?

[incorrect-stravaganzaquotes]

Sky: How do we know the good guys from the bad guys?

Sulien: If they’re stabbing daggers at you, they’re bad.

[sabeedraws]

Red Skull: I’m going to destroy your happiness, whatever the cost!  Bucky: My Happiness? Bucky: Am I happy?  Sam,probably: Why are you asking me? 

very busy atm but I have so many WIPs that I can’t wait to finish and post haha in the mean time: some incorrect quotes 

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S, just look i swear. 💀

https://www.tumblr.com/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky/716130147425828864/okay-sorry-i-just-found-out-there-is-a-stucky?source=share

-pleading anon

[Link] to a photo taken from a porno based on stucky--just one of them. A Bucky Barnes lookalike in the leather costume from CA:TWS, he's just shirtless so it's not entirely NSFW.

Oh. My. God.

I am-

I am too here for this

*starts frantically googling to find this particular porn*