New fic, read it here.
Bucky sat on the balcony of his small apartment and pulled a lighter from his pocket. He lit the preroll with a sigh, staring out at the cityscape in front of him. His socked feet pressed against the bars as he took the first drag from the joint, tipping his head back to exhale the smoke. He needed his time away from his new “team,” and the insanity and stupid name they insisted on using. He needed a break, he needed a hundred miles of distance. Since he couldn’t get that distance easily without Yelena tracking him down, he sat on his balcony with a pre-rolled joint in his hand he bought from the most confused dispo-worker in Brooklyn.
He was allowed two more drags before a knock at his door made him curse and put out the smoldering paper. He walked slowly to the door and peered through the peephole, seeing Sam outside his door with a bag of takeout in his hands. A peace offering, Bucky assumed.
“Come on, Buck, I see you looking through.” Bucky muttered a quiet curse at Sam’s words and moved away from the door, taking a deep breath before he reached out to open the door. He used his left arm, letting the metal do the heavy lifting for him, feeling detached for just a moment. Maybe if his flesh didn’t close around the door knob as he pulled it open, he could ignore the sinking in his chest at the sight of Sam.
Caitvi (Space Version) 🚀⭐️🧁
based on the caitvi nasa fic “I would bring you the stars and the moon” by gutterwitch on ao3 :)
something something despite the all horrors and tragedies of the world, love was there and that's all that matters
You know what I love so much about this scene?
Look at the people behind him.
You have civilians, who saw Captain America under the rubble and immediately rushed to help. They should be as far away from this zone as possible, but someone needed help. Someone who instills and inspires humanity in all of them needed help.
You have the head of security and Ross’s closest confidant right there with Sam too. You have the army and officers coming in, but no one makes a move.
Because Captain America is getting up.
They aren’t just in close proximity, they are standing behind him, waiting to see what Sam’s next move is. They could have easily drawn their guns at Ross, but they don’t. They wait for Sam’s instruction. They wait to see what he does.
And the civilians are STILL there. Even when Ross gets back up, they are still there, right behind the Captain showing so much bravery in the face of the destruction they just witnessed.
Because that’s the effect Sam has on people. That human strength to keep going, the trust that things will be ok. If Captain America still has fight in him after being knocked like that? I’d be standing right behind him too.
and one day,
I am gonna grow wings
a chemical reaction.
No because it suits them so well ok, let me indulge (#゚Д゚)y-~~ (get it the wings are sam, them kissing is the chemical reaction.....)
Oh nothing, thinking about how Rio was a foreshadowing of how Viktor would be turned into a Thing caught between life and death because there was a man obsessed with keeping them alive.
Fuck I keep thinking about Sam Wilson and my heart is filled with joy and whimsy. I feel a deep connection to him like how Mr krabs feels with SpongeBob.
Sam me boy 😔
Look at him dawg he’s so 🤗