castalianspring:

dee-lirious:

#batroc is just so excited about getting his ass kicked by Steve Rogers #I mean #the squeeing is on par with Deadpool getting beat up by Thor #you can just see the bit where the internal screaming starts #like ‘oh zee helmet; eet comes off’ #’perhaps zere vill be zee makeouts after all’ #’hon hon hon’ #’chere madame la diary aujourd’hui je made-out avec Capitan Rogers’ #’aka Capitaine Biceps’ #’c’est magnifique’ #’c’est le jour meilleur de ma vie’ (via stuckinabucket)

These are the best tags in existence.

I wonder how many villains became villains solely for the possibility that their ~favorite heroes ever~ would be the ones to finally take them down…

I mean, tell me you wouldn’t knock over a bank or take a few hostages on the off chance that Captain America would be the one to wrestle you to the ground and handcuff you.

I just did a scholarship application where I had to write a resume for a fictional character. I chose Steve and then went totally nuts doing research. On one end of the street of his official address in the 1920s-1940s was gay bars, brothels, and tattoo parlors, and the other end was Brooklyn’s Filipino town. I’m imagining skinny little Steve as busboy for a Filipino-American restaurant, picking up words here and there, bringing home food that the chef insists on giving him, etc.

darthstitch:

regardingrinth:

fandomfrolics:

ohmygod this is amazing??

like maybe he was trying to find a job at one of the brothels because he heard the pay’s good and it’s becoming harder and harder to make ends meet and there’s a huge market for his body type, really. but then a man making his way home with some fresh groceries sees steve just standing outside the door, staring at it and biting his lip and willing himself to go in and the man stops and at first chastises him, thinking he’s a customer. but slowly he gets the truth through steve’s evasive mumbles and defiant posture and he says ‘come work for me.’

and it’s hard at first, it’s fast-paced and exhausting and he has to take far too many breaks but the people are so warm and genuine and welcoming, even the ones who he can’t understand. and where he lacks – with lifting the heavier dishes, unloading supplies – he makes up elsewhere, scrubs one too many tables, stays a few more hours (sometimes bucky comes in and keeps him company and eventually they end up doing dishes together, rinsing and drying in the rhythm that they have).

and it’s like, steve stumbling over the words a little at first but making a really conscious effort to learn the correct pronunciation of ‘pancit’ and ‘sinigang’. the boss handing him an extra thing of adobo during the long, cold winters, made special with chili dialed back for Steve’s delicate stomach. bucky and steve sitting in a back room and passing a dish of customer-rejected sisig back and forth while the owner’s daughter tries to teach them pick-up lines in tagalog. steve talking to the owner about the similarities and differences of being an Irish immigrant and a Filipino immigrant.

darthstitch have you seen this post yet?

Just imagine Steve learning to speak tagalog and then eventually finding out what the words gwapo or pogi means when he hears it constantly from the old grandmas or girls who gossip to each other in the restaurant about him and new drama in town.

Omg they would so call him tisoy/pogi/gwapito and he and bucky woukd be adopted just like that.

-Pre-War Pining-

thestuckylibrary:

This should probably technically be called the inter-war pining post since these all take place entirely or mostly in the inter-war period but you know, pre-war probably just makes more sense at a glance. Without further history related rambling, I present to you:

Accidentally on Purpose

Bucky turns toward him, sliding his hand onto Steve’s hip as he mutters a lazy “G’night” and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. It takes him by surprise, and he barely has time to register Bucky’s half-closed eyes and the warmth of whiskey-ripe breath on his lips, before it’s over.

Angels with Dirty Faces

When Steve’s mother is diagnosed with tuberculosis, Bucky makes it his mission to take care of him after she’s gone. They both scrape to make ends meet in the wake of her death, but Bucky always makes sure he scrapes just a little harder. That’s what good friends do.

Bei Mir Bist Du Schöen

Bucky Barnes and the Great Sexuality Crisis of 1938.

Can We Pretend to Leave? Then We’ll Meet Again

The thing is Bucky hadn’t the slightest clue when it first began.
Maybe it was when he was old enough to understand what the meaning of the word desire was. Maybe it was when he saw that crooked smile for the first time and really noticed the brightness that was barely contained behind blue eyes. Maybe it was when they had to start sharing a bed together in the winter because their too small apartment got far too drafty.
Or in which Bucky writes Steve notes and Steve finds them years later.

Cause you got nothing to Prove

“You’ve known me all your life…”
James Buchanan Barnes only wanted to go and play catch with the kids down the street, he didn’t expect for his ma to bring him with her when she watched the kid next door.

Collected Letters 1930-1943

The collected private correspondence—unedited, uncensored—of Steven Rogers, later known as Captain America, and his longtime companion, James B. Barnes, spanning the years from childhood to World War II.

A Distressing Affliction

In which a young Steve Rogers is very sick, a young Bucky Barnes is very desperate, and a distressed Sarah Rogers sees something she wishes she hadn’t.

Every Picture Tells a Story

Bucky worked the bag a while longer before collapsing on the floor, chest heaving, lips glistening as he licked them. This was provocation, Steve was certain. If he couldn’t get Steve to admit to his perversion, then Bucky would find a way to tease it out of him.

Fever Dream

“Buck.” Steve says, soft as he can, so he won’t start to cough again. The light from the stove hits his face just right, makes his eyes light up bright, spring sky blue. Bucky’s head aches just looking at him.
1943, in fits and starts.

Gravitation

“He couldn’t remember when he first started feeling the pull. Perhaps it was too long ago, or perhaps it had been gradual, something that crept up on him. But by the time he was sixteen, Bucky knew that the axis of his world spun around Steve Rogers in the worst possible way.”
Inspired by finding out that in the prequel comics for Captain America: The First Avenger, Steve and Bucky are in art class when the news breaks about Pearl Harbor.

I Think I’m In Love

Steve frowned and turned into his side, shuffling further away from Bucky’s wriggling, and curled into a ball. “My heart ain’t never beat right, Bucky. Don’t mean I’m in love.”
Bucky scoffed quietly, and Steve could practically hear the small smirk in his voice. “Maybe you have been, ‘nd you just didn’t know it, Rogers,” he murmured.
Steve craned his head towards Bucky and watched as his eyes fluttered closed. A tiny smile played at the other’s lips and all Steve wanted to do was lean over and trace their outline. Instead, Steve turned away again, idly massaging his chest and pulling his blanket tighter over himself as his traitorous heart beat faster.
“Nah,” he said, licking his dry lips and huffing quietly. Behind him, Bucky was already half-way to snoring. “I just got a shitty heart, s’all.

Let Me Give You Cover

There’s an influenza outbreak in Brooklyn. Bucky goes a little crazy.

Nice Work if You Can Get It

Bucky Barnes and his best pal Steve Rogers stumble into a situation that leaves Bucky feeling tongue-tied, out of his element, and convinced that Steve—Steve!—has more experience with the ladies than he previously let on. It’s terrible.

Painted in Indigo

“You should be careful of that one,” Mr. Hendrickson says, with a nod to Bucky outside the window. “It ain’t right. Looking at you all the time as he does. The way he should be looking at girls.”
Steve laughs, because damn, but what a ridiculous idea.
Or, five times Steve caught Bucky looking at him, and the one time he looked first.

Practice Makes Prefect

It’s August and sweltering when Steve asks, out of nowhere, if Bucky wants to try kissing. Just to see what it’s like. Bucky then spends far, far too many years pretending it didn’t mean anything at all.

Pure as the driven slush

He should have worked it out sooner. But then, Steve always was a sneaky little bastard—had to have been, just to survive this long.

A Sad Sort of Clanging

He wants to explain to Steve that he hopes that someday he’ll find the right gal and he won’t feel constantly sick to his stomach about what he is and what he wants. That he hopes someday he’ll be normal. (He doesn’t know how to say any of this without telling Steve that he is in love with him, so stupid in love that he can’t think sometimes.)
Or: Bucky is lovesick and Steve might be the cure he’s looking for.

Shades of Red

You are six years old, your name is James Buchanan Barnes, and you think Steve Rogers could teach you a thing or two.

Take Me to Church

If Bucky’s smile was legendary in Brooklyn, it was because even in the middle of the Depression, it was still proudly attached to Bucky’s lips, night and day.
What the good people of his neighborhood didn’t know was the reason why he was always smiling.

Thou Swell

He told his ma that one day he would have a good job, a real job where he could wear a nice suit, and a swell house, and Steve would live there with him, and he’d take care of him always, the way his dad took care of his ma. And his ma got a strange look on her face. She hugged him tightly and told him not to think about things like that, it wasn’t right for a boy his age to think about it.
Bucky wondered why.
Bucky Barnes has always loved Steve Rogers. This is the story of how that love grew.

Warmth in Winter

Steve always put up the token protest, but they ended up this way as often as not in the winter, sharing covers and space and heat and not freezing to death. If anyone were to walk in, it would seem reasonable, even.
It was the best.

mischiefmagicandmayhem:

goddessofidiocy:

i feel like in the cap squad bucky and sam are the mom friends and steve and natasha are the jump-off-shit-while-yelling-yolo friends

i think they’d all take turns being the mom friend tbh (though i think you’re right that sam and bucky would do it most often). they’re all basically adrenaline junkies who love each other very much so i can see them all yelling at each other for being reckless and then turning around and doing dangerous shit themselves. like:

natasha and bucky dare steve to paint tony’s armor pink and orange. sam vetoes the idea because stark is vindictive and will get them all back somehow (logical and reasonable mom friend who talks you down from doing stupid shit)

steve, sam, and natasha come up with a really impressive but super dangerous holy shit thing where steve and nat do the thing from the avengers where nat springboards off the shield and then sam catches her in midair and bucky nearly has a heart attack the first time he sees them do it (protective mom friend constantly stressed out by your dangerous antics)

the boys think it would be awesome if sam could fly BOTH steve and bucky at the same time. natasha thinks it’s a terrible idea and says i told you so after they crash and sam and bucky land on top of steve, but holds steve’s hand while they wheel him to medical (chill mom friend who gives good advice and loves you even when you don’t follow it)

steve gets stuck in a recovery room for a few days after breaking about a quarter of the bones in his body when sam and bucky fall on him so he bribes tony into bringing him a monitor and headset so he can shout warnings at the others while they fight sentient trashcans (anxious mom friend who always worries about what will happen to you when they’re not there)

and then there are the times when nobody is the mom friend and everyone gets into trouble because they’re all reckless assholes

marvelheroesdaily:

if you want to get up there, you’re going to need a ride

cargsdoodles:

that dirty hipster au everyone totally wanted

msmori:

copperbadge:

persian-slipper:

alexielthegreat:

@copperbadge, I feel like there’s a story about Steve promoting safe sex in this…

Oh but see now I’m picturing a whole series of cheesy Avengers safe sex PSAs.

Tony: I may be a playboy, but I know when to wear armor.

Natasha: There’s a time and place for stealth. The bedroom isn’t it. (Alternately: “Safety is easy. If he won’t wear a condom, kill him.”)

Clint: Protection is important, on and off the range.

Thor: It’s what a god would do.

Bruce: Do it for science. Wear it for safety.

Sam: Your best wingman is the one in your pocket.

THESE. Great.

helms-deep:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

osheamobile:

queenanthai:

night-fury-pamphlets:

mamalaz:

A reminder that Steve’s first instinct was to defend, not attack.

Even when he doesn’t have a shield, he literally makes one.

I mean you’re not wrong…

I’m firmly convinced the Steve categorizes everything he sees as “can be shield” or “cannot be shield”.

in fact, I’m going to go ahead and headcanon that he keeps a list of things he’s tried using as a shield and whether or not they’ve worked out:

Tony is canonically a blunt instrument anyway.

Tony: CAROL NO

Carol: CAROL YES

I love Carol Danvers.

touchyourblood:

deimosluna:

Literally how a soldier thinks versus how a spy does.

#aaaaah!! #fucking THANK YOU!!! #this scene does NOT indicate that Steve is some bumbling idiot #all that’s happening here #is that Steve thinks DIFFERENTLY #than Nat #THIS is what makes them such a good team #he’s a soldier #she’s a spy #they play different parts #THIS is Nat in her element #Steve is strategic as all fuck #he’s already made a plan to get Nat out of there safely #and keep the fight on him to avoid getting civilians hurt; #bc he’s a soldier #as a spy #Nat can get them out without anyone noticing #that’s her area of training #together #they make the badass brotp #steve rogers #natasha romanoff;

(via thebestpersonherelovesbucky)