Is this permament?
every time i see this on my dash the top pic leads me to believe the next one will say 'when you fell from heaven?' and then of course it doesn’t and i want to curl into a ball and weep as per ushe but let’s all take a moment of silence to imagine steve getting so frustrated with seeing bucky for a second before he runs away that he starts using that second to yell the really terrible pickup lines that tony’s been suggesting via text for weeks HEY BUCKY I LOST MY UNDERWEAR CAN I SEE YOURS? I’M SORRY BUCKY I’M AN ARTIST IT’S MY JOB TO STARE AT BEAUTIFUL MEN C’MON BUCKY YOU’VE GOT TO BE TIRED BY NOW; YOU’VE BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND ALL DAY sam standing behind him shaking with silent laughter because it’s laugh or cry bucky actually stopping for longer and longer every time to stare at steve in abject bewilderment until eventually steve turns bright red and is like THAT SHIRT IS VERY BECOMING ON YOU BUCKY AND IF I WERE ON YOU I’D BE— and bucky finally cracks yells JESUS ROGERS I’LL COME WITH YOU JUST DON’T FUCKING FINISH THAT ONE in summary: this fandom has stripped me of my ability to make sensecatws spoilers we’re not a team we’re a time bomb
Thank you, Sam.
( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )
Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?”
Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier.
In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt.
"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—”
"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer."
It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.
Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”
Steve beams at him.
There is no need to explain this gifset.
PLEASE YES, give me bucky barnes smoking cigarettes until the inside of his throat itches on every inhale, give me bucky barnes holding a roll-up til it burns down to the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand, give me bucky barnes drinking until he throws up from muscle memory alone, not at all because he’s drunk, just because some part of him remembers that he should be. give me bucky barnes who tries to treat his panic and confusion with his old favorite medicines, with stupid scary overindulgences, with being a beautiful self-destructive baby, and hating the world (himself) when he realizes they don’t do shit anymore. give me bucky barnes who teeters on a dangerous edge and doesn’t know who the hell to tell about it so he just keeps trying, like with everything, trying to be that guy he used to be — one more cigarette, one more bottle, and maybe this’ll be the time it does something, please, god, maybe this time.
hello this is a text post in support of bucky barnes: accidental hipster, who wears steve’s huge plaid button-downs over natasha’s too-tight jeans and a pair of old doc martens sam was going to donate to goodwill, because those are the clothes that are around and who gives a shit? bucky barnes: accidental hipster, who goes out in steve’s plastic framed on-the-run glasses because he misses the eye protection his googles used to provide. bucky barnes: accidental hipster, who buys vinyl because he was born in 1917 and drinks his coffee black for the same reason. BUCKY BARNES: ACCIDENTAL HIPSTER. that’s all thank you goodbye
GOD IS REAL