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Imagine Bucky is Steve’s soulmate in an AU where you only see color when you meet your soulmate. However, both of them are still missing some colors, so they know they’re still missing their other someone (or someones!).

imaginebucky:

They first meet in an alley behind the drug store after Bucky chases off the McCullough crew. Bucky’s a little concerned that the kid’s concussed because the little punk is sitting staring at his blood-spattered shirt and giggling wildly. Steve’s got red, although neither of them realize the significance or even exactly what’s happening – Bucky just thinks the kid’s eyes are weird – until they limp out of the alley and Bucky looks up at the sky and realizes blue.

They don’t know what to do with this information; color transference is an adults-only, whispered conversation; there’s more rumors and misinformation than they can poke a stick at. Still, they make their own way: Steve shyly finds blue things to give Bucky, and Bucky fills his pockets with red things for Steve.

Bucky hoards his money and works his contacts until he can find someone old enough who’s willing to source him three staggeringly-expensive black market colored pencils.

“Holy cow,” Steve whispers, eyes huge. He starts shading immediately; the red, blue, and yellow; then he starts layering them, making colors in front of Bucky’s eyes, and it’s the most obscenely entrancing thing he’s ever seen.

“Which can you see?” Bucky asks. Steve reverently brushes his fingers across the paper.

“All these. You gave me this.” He touches the variations of red, then points further along. “But I don’t think this bit should be gray.”

“It’s dull for me too. Maybe it’s supposed to be like that.” Bucky shrugs. “If you can’t see it either, then I’m not missin’ out on anything, right?”

~*~

Steve can still see red after Bucky falls from the train, and that feels like a cruel joke and a betrayal all at once.

~*~

One of the biggest shocks of the 21st century is the man-made color production. Film is in color, billboards are in color, and Steve spends hours researching, wrapping his head around the culture clashes of the 60s and 70s as the technology was fiercely contested across the country.

The first time Steve goes running in the morning, he notes the guy in the dull shirt running towards him and they greet with a breathless, “Mornin.’” Steve glances back and stumbles into a dead, shocked stop, choking and crying. He wants so desperately to be able to tell Bucky: the color they were missing was purple, and it’s beautiful.

It’s Sam who approaches him the next morning, cautious but open. “I mean, man, it never has to mean a damn thing, and we never have to do anything with it, but I think you gave me blue and thank you for the sky. My god.”

Purple is still laced with too much pain, but Steve can grin and be pleased for Sam.

“Can I buy you breakfast?” Sam asks.

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nocek:

Two bonus doodles were made as well :3 Because of lack of space barbershop quartet got extra chibified. Dunno, maybe I just should add ears and tails and simply go with petvengers route.

And I realized I somehow omitted Science Bros :S I want to draw Steve and Thor anyway so they will be up with next update.

atswim-twocows:

gold–dust–girl:

So there’s a girl I went to high school with who has one arm. And she never talked about it and usually tried to hide it and just generally seemed kind of embarrassed about it.

And the other day she posted a status on Facebook about how excited she was that she will get to have the BEST Furiosa costume this Halloween, because of a feature she used to dislike about herself.

And if u don’t think that’s the tightest shit ever which proves why representation for physical disabilities matters, then get out.

Imagine Steve, Bucky, Nat and Sam all get matching leather jackets

imaginesteverogerss:

“Shopping,” is the first word Bucky says that morning. Steve gives him a bewildered look.

“Natasha says she wants to take me shopping,” he clarifies. He still doesn’t talk much these days, but today seems like a good day. “Don’t make me go alone,” Bucky says, eyes big.

And, well, Steve can’t resist Bucky’s big blue eyes which is why he finds himself with Natasha and Sam, holding all of Natasha’s bags. He doesn’t actually know where Natasha and Sam are, but he can see Bucky staring at a pair of stretchy rhinestone shorts on a mannequin. 

Natasha appears out of nowhere at his side. “Has he found anything he likes yet? I wanna get him something that he picks for himself.”

Bucky wanders over to the polos and then to the leather jackets, running his fingers along the supple fabric. He lingers in front of them before he goes to see something else.

“I think he likes those jackets. He keeps going back to them,” Sam says from Steve’s other side. Natasha’s eyes light up.

“Oh no,” Steve says warily. She tugs Sam and Steve both over to Bucky.

“You want one of these?” Natasha asks Bucky. Bucky shrinks a little, still having difficulty wanting things.

“I think we should all get them,” she says brightly. “Wanna all be matching?”

Which is how it starts.

It ends with a picture on the official Avenger instagram of all four of them casually standing together. “Team America,” says the caption.

Yay! Okay um imagine a 1940’s version of the Avengers “OT6”. Steve x Peggy x Howling commandos. Eight people, it’s not normal by most standards, but they’re on the battle field, they fight a war most don’t know about, that’s inside a deadlier war. They could die literally any minute, and so long as there’s love and comfort, there’s no reason to stop or doubt it.

imaginesteverogerss:

Steve marvels at the way each of them kiss.

Peggy kisses like she does everything else, with intention.  She always initiates, never teases or demands just desires, making Steve open up for her on command.

Bucky’s kisses are like coming home, his lips familiar and safe, slotting together perfectly with Steve’s.

Dum Dum doesn’t kiss, he bites.  Steve has never been more grateful for the fast healing from the serum than when Dum Dum gets his mind set on leaving as many marks as he can along Steve’s neck and chest.

Dernier teases with his kisses, barely touching skin as he murmurs softly in French.  It’s gotten so bad that even the brush of his breath makes Steve shudder.

Steve doesn’t think Falsworth has ever kissed him on the lips.  He’s kissed everywhere else though, and knows just what to do to make Steve scream.

Jones kisses sweetly, as if he has all the time in the world.  (If Steve had to pick just one of them to kiss for the rest of his life, it would probably be Gabe, though he’d die before telling.)

And then there’s Morita, who doesn’t believe he’s allowed this.  His kisses are hesitant and scared when he kisses Steve at all.  Someday Steve will show him there is no reason to fear, and until then, Steve is happy to just hold him close during the nights when the shells are a little too loud.