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Prompt Post 1

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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

As of May 3, 2014, the spoiler policy is no longer in effect.

Update, April 22, 2014:
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Steve, Sam, Bodyswap

(Anonymous) 2015-03-05 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Because this meme needs more body swap shenanigans.

Steve? A 'boy scout?'

(Anonymous) 2015-03-05 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky learns about Steve's 'boy scout' reputation.

After laughing himself sick, he decides to fix this misconception and set the people of the future straight.

Steve/Bucky, stalking, invasion of privacy, accidental sex tape

(Anonymous) 2015-03-05 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
Some over-enthusiastic fans have taken to...well, stalking Steve.

It's pretty much an open secret that he's in a relationship with Bucky, but imagine their surprise when they stake-out the soldiers' apartment and catch said 'relations' on video.

Imagine everyone else's surprise when they share the video with the internet.

People, of course, are very interested in super-soldier sex.

(For 'super-soldier sex' I'm of course talking about the usual kinks - large penis, greater endurance, better virility/cum production, short refractory period, etc.)

Can be either, but I have a slight preference for Top!Steve.

Re: Steve/Bucky, stalking, invasion of privacy, accidental sex tape

(Anonymous) 2015-03-06 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Alternately creepy and sexy what is this and why do I want it?!

Steve & Bucky - What Steve's willing to do

(Anonymous) 2015-03-05 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't help but think that historians aren't exactly aware of how Captain America started his journey to becoming the world's first super hero.

In an ironic twist of fate, [Bucky's] prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.


It seems people aren't aware of the fact that Steve's first unsanctioned suicide rescue mission, was done with the sole intent of finding Bucky. That rescuing the other prisoners had been an unintended benefit. That he had released them because it was the right thing to do and it would have been cruel to leave them there and because getting in was easy, but Bucky and him were going to need a distraction to get out, but Bucky was his focus.

It seems people aren't aware of exactly what Steve's willing to do for Bucky.
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miniFILL: Steve & Bucky - What Steve's willing to do (warnings for violence)

[personal profile] tigriswolf 2015-03-05 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)

Warnings for violence.


They talk about it later, the networks and the journalists and the various governments trying to decide what to do. Across the board, it’s a shock, so bewildering – Captain America Gone Rogue? is the headline and the scrolling text in dozens of nations.

In his tower, Tony Stark laughs. “That’s what you get for rewriting history,” he tells Dummy, and then to Butterfingers, “You see it, right?” You rolls over, perking up because he heard his name, so Tony adds, “It was my bedtime story, Captain America’s first mission.” He laughs again. “The actual mission, I mean, when he got Aunt Peggy and Howard to fly him behind enemy lines. Sanctioned mission, my ass.”

Pepper’s a continent away, assuring various people that SI’s continued support of Captain America would not be a problem.

Tony salutes the talking head on the screen with a bottle of Coke and gets back to work.


“Holy. Shit,” Clint mutters, watching Nat’s new best friend tear his way through an entire platoon? battalion? garrison? Whatever it is, Cap’s tearing his way through it. Natasha picks off the ones who try to crawl away, and then Clint takes out a sniper aiming at Cap’s head, while the flying guy swoops around dealing with the drones. Clint shoots a couple for him.

“So… what is Captain America so pissed about?” Clint asks as the last member of the bad guys falls down dead and the flying guy heads over the building.

Natasha smiles sadly. “Imagine if Loki had you for seventy years,” she says quietly as Cap steps over the corpses to get to the door. “Imagine what I would do.”

Clint nods, eyes wide. Natasha meets his gaze and then turns to follow Cap, so Clint follows her.


It terrifies the powerful in their palaces, because the hydra’s tendrils are many and the hydra’s heads are fragile. Cut off one, two will bloom – cauterize the stump, burn the carcass, salt the earth. It matters not where the head is, how deep the tendrils have burrowed, or what gets in the way.

It is terrifying to behold. No matter how the media spins it, though, word of mouth spreads the truth.

Seventy years ago, Steve Rogers began a mission to save Bucky Barnes. He is not finished yet.

Gen or slash - (probably unhealthy) codependency, manipulation

(Anonymous) 2015-03-06 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Steve kinda quite clearly needs to be needed, needs a purpose, and now that purpose is Bucky.

And Bucky knows this.

Knows that Steve put his plane in the water just days after Bucky died, knows that Steve got on the triskelion planning on either getting Bucky back or dying.

And now, Bucky knows that Steve needs him, so Bucky decides to be what Steve needs him to be.

[Or, where Bucky pretends to be entirely dependent on Steve/more damaged/healing slower than he really is so that Steve can keep his focus on Bucky and helping him (because Bucky's taken care of Steve his entire life and now Steve needs to be the one who takes care of Bucky).]

Steve/Bucky - nonsexual ageplay

(Anonymous) 2015-03-08 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
When Bucky was still the Winter Soldier, HYDRA had tried several ways to keep him in line, especially in the beginning. The most effective way being to regress him; in other words treat him as if he was a very young child whenever he was out of cryostasis and not being an asset. Lots of conditioning and humiliation later, and Bucky was the perfect little boy.

Fast forward to post-TWS, where Steve has found Bucky and is helping him recover from all that he's been through. Only Steve can tell that something is definitely wrong, and it doesn't take him long to figure out what it is. When Steve realizes what's been done to his friend he's angry and confused but one thing is clear: Bucky is an absolutely adorable toddler. And Bucky used to be the one to take care of him, so Steve feels it's only right to return the favor. So if his best friend really needs this, Steve can be his Daddy when he needs him to be.

OP would prefer for Bucky to regress to the mental state of a toddler and all that might entail. Sucking his thumb, diapers, wetting (just no scat please), etc.

I've seen a few similar fics, but this is something that I really need. It's very important to me that the ageplay stays nonsexual (even when with HYDRA, like it was used for manipulation and they still mistreated him, but no sex of any kind please).

Steve & Bucky, gen or slash - Faked Death, Grief, Possible Insanity

(Anonymous) 2015-03-08 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky James Barnes Sargent The Soldier isn't crazy. Not entirely.

He now knows who he was and what's been done to him. He has a vague notion that's it's not exactly his fault, the things that he's done, but that doesn't stop the nightmares that have begun invading his mind.

And now, he knows Steve...kind of. He knows that Steve will stop at nothing to get to the Soldier's side and that he only wants to help him. But he also knows that anything like recovery will be hard won for him, and that it'll be nothing short of torture for Steve every step of the way, never mind the possibility of physical harm, and Steve will be expecting his old friend back in the end and it will break him when he's forced to realize that's not possible.

And, more than anything, he now knows that his oldest and longest lasting mission has always been to protect Steve.

So, to protect Steve from himself, he fakes his death.

He, however, had not been able to predict Steve's reaction.

Re: Steve & Bucky, gen or slash - Faked Death, Grief, Possible Insanity

(Anonymous) 2015-03-09 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
...You've broken my heart! And my brain, but mostly my heart.

Steve/Bucky, no Winter Soldier, but Bucky makes it to the 21st century anyway

(Anonymous) 2015-03-08 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
A couple of years after New York Fury calls Steve into his office (along with Natasha, for support) and makes him sit down for the big news: they found Bucky. He was somehow frozen in a cave in the Alps all this time (and gave some spelunking enthusiasts a heart attack), or maybe Russians found him, gave him a new arm, but he proved extremely uncooperative so he was shoved into a freezer and put into indefinite storage.

Steve kicks down doors no one meant to keep closed and shoves aside people who try to tell him to take it slow, Sergeant Barnes is still fragile, but that only gives him so much pause.

Cue happy reunion. <3

Steve/Bucky or gen - Bucky keeps an eye on Steve

(Anonymous) 2015-03-08 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
After the ending of the Winter Soldier, Bucky ends up following Steve as he looks for him. During that time, he has slowly made a habit of keeping an eye on Steve nearly/all the time during danger. No one questions why Steve never gets hit by the sniper or how there is there is a glimpse of something metal seconds later.

Smut or no smut, doesn't matter.
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[crossover] The Horse Whisperer + ex-Winter Soldier

[personal profile] tigriswolf 2015-03-08 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
So, how about on the ex-Winter Soldier's wanderings immediately post-Cap2, he somehow finds his way to Tom Booker's ranch in Montana. When he sees Tom, he's pretty sure he's also found his handler, and, well, he wants to be free, but he's also so confused and lost.

As for Tom, well, this stranger is about the most broken thing he’s ever seen, and Tom knows how to handle broken things. He hasn't kept up with the news much and the ranch can always use another strong body, and the horses like [whatever you choose to name the ex-Winter Soldier].

Maybe Tom is Alexander Pierce's twin brother? Identical cousins? Random doppelganger? Whatever, I don't care. But I watched The Horse Whisperer for the first time in years last night and now I just want to see Tom Booker helping the ex-Winter Soldier.
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Bucky/Steve, Bucky/Pierce -- modern AU

[personal profile] tigriswolf 2015-03-08 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
So I watched Indecent Proposal (I've been on a Robert Redford kick lately, damn the man is awesome) and now I want Steve&Bucky as a struggling couple and Alexander Pierce offers a million dollars for one night with Bucky. Make it as creepy/dark as you want. Maybe Pierce is gentle and seductive, trying to keep Bucky past the night, whatever.

I don't require a happy ending.

[fill] By Chance 1/1

(Anonymous) 2016-04-30 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
AN:I haven't actually seen Indecent Proposal

Warning for dubcon

Alexander and chance are old friends. Oh, he is a hard, diligent worker, a genius many would say. He worked for everything he gained and he knows his wholesome, successful life was a string of lucky coincidences which helped him land on top. He didn't see the recession coming, for instance, and the fact that he didn't lose money on it was entirely due to that one afternoon in 1999, when Schmidt was late to a meeting due to traffic and Nick, having had one more glass of wine that he usually would, pitched his business venture idea. It stuck. So much so that when Schmidt finally arrived and Nick excused himself, Alexander could think of little else.

Schmidt and everyone who backed him famously went down in 2008, chased by allegations of money laundering and international terrorism. God only knows what it would take to get out of those charges. Schmidt has yet to figure it out, that's for sure. Alexander emptied many a tumbler of whiskey to celebrate having avoided that train wreck, fully aware that he owed it entirely to the guiding hand of fate.

Everything happens for a reason, after all.

And this is what happens now; a waitress stumbles, spills champagne on the sleeve of his jacket and the floor. Alexander rises from his seat gracefully, hands the poor girl a handful of napkins from the table, and excuses himself. That's how he meets him. Well, them, technically, but the husband is little but convenient leverage.

"We're gonna be okay, Stevie, we will figure it out, it's just money," is the first thing Alexander hears coming out of his mouth, and well. It's no exaggeration to say he knows, in that moment, that he will hear much, much more out of that mouth.

And, as is often the case, Alexander is right.

His name is James Barnes. He's exquisite. Handsome, of course; bright-eyed, dark-haired, tall, well-groomed. His suit is not expensive, but it is tailored to his body, and his shoes are a timeless, carefully maintained, fashion classics. None of those things is what engenders the mad thirst in Alexander's soul. It's the way he looks at his husband that does it. The vulnerable yet confident look of a man who loves too much and lost too little, tempered by the fierce flame of protectiveness and desperation: that's what draws him in. That, and the desperation of a man who lives to protect being denied the chance.

Alexander bides his time, short as it may be, returns to his table and bumps into the couple later the next day. They talk. They smile, despite their dire pecuniary circumstances.

And then, when they are on the cusp of leaving, no doubt to ponder their misfortune, Alexander makes his offer.

He smiles at the predictable outrage, at the fire in the husband's eyes, the vehement accusations and insults. He looks at him instead, at James, and he knows before the week is over he will have him. He rakes his eyes over the man, makes a show of it in fact. What is it the children are calling it, undressing someone with your eyes? Alexander is no stranger to the task and the suit peels away wonderfully in his imagination, even though that's only part of what he wants.

The negotiations are a formality. Alexander hardly needs the intel on the medical bills and student loans to know they will cave. He is generous, too: a million of American dollars is a good offer for a single night. Alexander is not privy to the fight, but does he need to be? It's obvious in the way the husband grips James' hand, the way he glares at him, the way he says "Mr. Pierce, please don't think for a second there is a law on this planet I wouldn't violate if you hurt Bucky in any way, no matter how small. No money is worth that."

The irony is, quite possibly, the most orgasmic sensation Alexander has experienced in a long, long time. "I assure you, I have no intention of hurting you," he tells James, mildly amused to see the husband recoil in both affront and resentful respect. He's not a hard man to read. "I've taken the liberty of preparing a contract. Take your time, don't settle for what you feel is beyond you."

He leaves the room with an encouraging smile. He is not in the least surprised when they call him back, less than an hour later. The contract is barely two pages long, most of which is legalese, and quite explicit. Only such sexual acts as both parties consent to, and not a touch more. The sole hook being, naturally, that Mr. Barnes is entitled to the full sum should he consent to a sex act that results in mutual orgasm. But that's just common sense. Alexander is not a young man, and he likes to get his money's worth.

Alexander takes some pleasure in watching James sign the dotted line, and then slide the contract to him. There's no space for the husband's signature, a fact that no doubt only fans the flames of anger, both the righteous and the self-flagellating. The world spins, but people or relationships don't really change, genders of those involved notwithstanding. Alexander signs his end with a flourish and stands to shake James' hand over the table.

"I will pick you up tomorrow at four," he says, carefully separates the two copies of the contract and hands one over. "Good day to you both."


He shows off, naturally. There is a limousine, from which he watches the husband pull James down for a thorough, possessive kiss, there is champagne, a bespoke suit (it pays to have a gentleman burglar on the retainer), private plane and finally a gleaming, state of the art white yacht. James is suitably impressed, though not too impressed to lift a skeptical eyebrow at the finery.

"Seems like overkill," he remarks between bites of salmon. "I appreciate it, don't get me wrong, but it's not… well, not what I was expecting." His posture is relaxed now, partially due to the alcohol – just enough to loosen limbs, not enough to loosen tongues – and partially, of that Alexander has no doubt, due to James' inborn confidence.

"My dear boy, I make a habit of treating even my business partners to lunch."

"No offence, in that case, but I think you are getting robbed in broad daylight."

"That is a matter of perspective."

James tips his flute carefully. "Look—"

"No, James," Alexander tells him kindly. "Trust me, not even I can afford what I think you should be charging for a night, and I am considerably wealthy."

"I don't typically charge."

"I don't typically pay."

James looks away for a moment. "Yeah," he says eventually, with great effort. "I see how that could be fun." His thumb presses against his wedding band briefly.

"I knew you'd see my point of view." Alexander refills their glasses and stands. There is no staff on his yacht, no one to fetch the dessert but him, and so he goes. When he returns James is standing by the railing, bathed in the moonlight. The candlelight, shimmering in the slight breeze, does not reach him. "Tell you what," Alexander says, as he sets the tiramisu on the table. "We'll toss a coin. If it lands on heads, I will rescind my end of the bargain and fly you home. The money will be in your account tomorrow."

"And if it's tails?"

"Then, of course, I get to have you."

"You're willing to bet what, over a million dollars on a coin-toss? Doesn't strike me like a sound business strategy."

"Ah, but this isn't business, this is pleasure," Alexander says easily. "Gambling is a vice for a reason."

James stares at him, and a small smirk makes it onto his face. "Sure. Let's gamble."

It takes a moment to locate a coin in a spare pair of jeans. Alexander brings it to the deck. "A kiss for luck?"

James laughs, and it's a bright, hearty sound. There is a faint hitch in it, a ringing dissonance: a small sob that spills over the entire melody and dominates it. It's a thing of beauty, Alexander thinks, as James leans forward and presses their lips together. He is an honorable man, no doubt about that. Alexander doubts this is how he kisses his husband, but nonetheless the kiss is good, passionate and moist. He suspects he didn't really need the Viagra, not that he will let it go to waste.

Alexander lets the coin fly, catches it and slaps it onto the back of his hand. "Tails," he says easily.

It is.

James closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again he is calm, charming and smiling like his life depends on it. "Well then. I'm all yours."

It feels like a victory, which, in a way, it is. Alexander pulls him closer by the silk tie, takes his mouth in a gentle, but firm kiss. James is young, young enough to lose himself in it. His husband probably wasn't his first, but there likely hasn't been anyone else in a while, and even good marital sex gets boring. Being wooed by an elderly millionaire must be a thrill, next to a life with a sickly boy. Sure enough, James is dazed when Alexander pulls back, surprised to see his tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned.

"Undress," Alexander says, adding "please" after a short pause. He steps back to the table, refills his champagne glass and watches the fine wools and silks slide off of James' skin, until he stands naked on the deck, his pale body glowing in the moonlight. He was right, entirely. James was an exquisite creature. Alexander let his gaze drag over his skin, the gradient of color spanning from his ankles to his thighs, evidence of days spent on the beach, over his semi-erect cock – and wasn't that flattering – up his chest and to his soft lips.

There's no rush. Alexander fills the second glass from the fresh champagne bottle, the one that wasn't slowly warming up in the gentle ocean breeze, and hands it to James, who is still standing in the same spot, swaying gently as the yacht bobs on the waves. This is his first time on the water, yet his balance is impeccable; his hips undulate as the water rises and falls. It's quite fascinating to watch. "Would you be amenable to oral sex?" Alexander asks, his voice betraying nothing by mild curiosity.

James hesitates for a second, then nods. He drains his glass and sinks to his knees, his hands coming up to where Viagra it's doing its job. He rolls the proffered condom down Alexander's cock and takes it into his mouth without a sound.

Well. Alexander will happily admit that mouth alone is worth the million and change he will have spent on his night, and it isn't even the main event. He cards his fingers through James' dark hair and breathes, breathes carefully. He's good. Perfect. He responds to the faint tremors and gentle nudges, doesn't withdraw when Alexander's hips stutter forward but takes him deeper.

He needs to be really careful, Alexander thinks through a pleased haze. Normally he has no issues staying in control, and he won't now either, but there's something about this man that makes him want to give it up. Patience, he rebukes himself, placing his hands on James' face, halting his movements and holding still, counting his breaths. Patience. Very slowly he presses forward, until the first hints of resistance, and then withdraws, equally slow, drinking in the sight, drinking in this glorious creature kneeling before him, his mouth stretched over his cock, his pale eyes glowing white with moonlight.

James breathes around him and, when Alexander finally steps back, exhales deeply.

"Come inside," Alexander says, and descends into the cabin, heading straight for the bedroom. This being a yacht, there's not much to recommend it: the entire space is taken by the bed. Luckily, the space is not much smaller than a king-sized bed.

"I like the design." James traces the industrial patterns lining the walls as he stands in the door and shudders. "Very… Gigeresque."

"You're an artist?"

"Steve is," James answers, and smiles softly, looking at Alexander through half-lidded eyes. "I just like Alien."

Alexander smiles back, and gestures to the mattress. "Make yourself comfortable. More champagne?"



"That would be great, thanks."

Alexander comes back to a sight. James is laid out on the pristine sheets, the fingertips of his right hand skimming his erection, while the left is tucked under his head. "Don't let me interrupt you," Alexander says, when the hand stills.

James flushes, which is quite endearing, and sits up against the hull. He reaches for the tumbler with his left and resumes the feather-light touches in his lap. His breathing speeds up even as he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a sip, and there's a sight Alexander can't resist. He takes the lubricant from its shelf and gently pushes James' knees apart. "May I?"

James stares at him like a cornered deer; the muscles in his thighs flex as he swallows. Alexander waits patiently, and at long last James relaxes: he moves his feet out and lets his knees fall open. He slides down the wall, low enough that his chin is nearly touching his chest, and very quietly says "Yes." The arousal heats his skin, lends an attractive flush to his cheeks and a shine to his eyes. When Alexander finally breaches him, one finger at a time, he lets out a strangled cry of ecstasy.

Glorious creature, Alexander thinks again, rolling a fresh condom onto his cock and sinking into James' body. That husband of his must not do that very often, he thinks, because James mewls at the first brush against his prostate, arches his back and claws at the sheets. Good. Alexander moves slowly, barely rocking his hips, until he has James looking directly at him, looking into his eyes. Then he surges forward, claims his lips and pushes all the way in, drawing James' knees around his waist, until he has the angle right, until James is crying out into his mouth.

James comes virtually untouched, all his grace and confidence collapsing, until he is soft and pliant under Alexander's hands, around his cock.

Alexander takes his time after that. James is spent and sleepy, and eager to please, so it's no effort at all to turn him onto his stomach, until he is propped on his elbows and knees, and fuck him in earnest. Alexander fucks him until his cock is getting hard again, against its better judgement. He wrings a second orgasm out of the man until he allows himself to come as well. It is no exaggeration to say he sees stars when he finally does.

He pulls out carefully, pressing kisses along James' spine, and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and change out of his soiled clothes. When he returns James is asleep, curled up on top of the covers. He shudders when a hand is run along his thigh, but doesn't wake. Good. Alexander covers him with a duvet, removes the tumbler of whisky and goes back outside.

They didn't quite finish the first bottle of champagne, good. If there ever was a night which deserved a toast, it was this one. Alexander sits in the cockpit and stares out at the waters. James would sleep until morning, easily. He can afford to catch his breath before he goes back into the cabin. There is still so much work to do, and the dawn can't be staved off, but for now Alexander is content to sit beneath the stars with a glass of fine champagne in his hand and think of the sweet prize currently sleeping in his cabin.

"Money well spent," he tells himself and smiles. He finishes the glass and makes his way to the on-board computer. It comes to life with a faint hiss, and the greenish screen resolves into a pixelated picture of a bald, bespectacled man.

"Arnim," Alexander says, flipping the coin between his fingers. Tails and tails again. Chance is a marvellous thing indeed. "Time for phase two."


Re: [fill] By Chance 1/1

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Re: [fill] By Chance 1/1

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Steve, Bucky - touch-starved, re-learning boundaries

(Anonymous) 2015-03-10 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
During his recovered, Bucky finds that he really likes being touched and touching other people, since he hasn't had non-violence/non-coercive contact with other people in over 70 years. So he just goes around petting people, playing with their hair, stroking their faces, etc. Not just Steve or the Avengers, but like random people on the street. So Steve has to teach him when it is and isn't okay to touch others.

Bucky, Steve - ghost moms

(Anonymous) 2015-03-11 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Something with Mrs. Barnes and Mrs. Rogers as ghosts watching over their blood, being totally helpless as Steve goes into the ice and Bucky is made into the Winter Solider.

Re: Bucky, Steve - ghost moms

(Anonymous) 2015-03-17 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Being A Ghost Is Not Fun

Warning for mentioned racism, sexism and homophobia for literally a second. No smut. Gen with the exception of said pairing, I suppose. This isn't proofread so sorry for mistakes. Also posted on ao3 here:

Mrs. Rogers had always been a strong woman, even in the times of falling sick. Steve had been her pride and joy, no matter how small and thin he was against the stereotypes of how muscled men were the best men; he was still her little Stevie. When she died, the Reaper had refused her. As she looked down with dismay at her old body and Steve sobbing beside the corpse, it occurred to her that in whatever future she had as a dead person, it would be both a blessing and curse to go on. Was she a ghost or simply a hindrance? It wasn't any concern to her because there was nothing there could be done about the matter, heroic tales be damned.

It was painful to watch Steve agree to take part in the experiment even though the mother expected it. The boy was too stubborn in his attempts to get into the army with dismissal of his intelligent mind most likely having a part that said don't cross the barrier into non-human situations. A unhappy feeling settled in the pit of her empty stomach as her son started to shout in pain only to refuse backing down. It was slowly twisting into something that wasn't right, but she was unaware of how to get rid of the thorn in her side, watching Steve run down streets with unnatural speed in his new form.

When the soldier involved himself in unavoidable times, muttering angry complaints at him had been the only thing Mrs. Rogers could do. Of course, anything she said went unheard. She learnt to look at someone's thoughts and emotions, but most of the time she looked hadn't been very nice. Physical objects hadn't been a hassle to control, but something stopped her from denying Red Skull any closer to Steve as much as possible. It was her duty to stand by the sidelines as the former went through breakdowns in his own room when Bucky had 'died'. He was alone even surrounded by his friends and acquaintances as his mental picture of a grave soon became more appealing. His mother stood right beside him with a grieving expression and tears fell down in silence as Steve shook, borrowing his face in his arms to muffle the sobs that repeated every night. They had suspected, but no one ever knew how broken he had become.

She sat in the seat beside him as he took the plane down, the crackling voice of Peggy halting to a stop a few seconds before they crash to the ground. Steve keeps his expression brave, true to his emotions. Her proudness for him had gone over the top, and she didn't blame him when he mouthed I don't want to die with his eyes red and watering. His personality had always been too difficult to describe even with the powers she had received in death. Mrs. Rogers stood up and walked over to Steve, patting him on the head as both of them sobbed before the living one closed his eyes.




The body was covered in snow by the time Mrs. Barnes suddenly appeared beside Mrs. Rogers. The inside of the plain was devoid of any sound except for the screaming of the wind outside. The two ghosts stood as ice glistened over a bright shield. "It's cold, I'm guessing." Bucky's mother turned to the other, smiling slightly despite the situation. "How have you been, Sarah? It's been a sad ride for my Bucky." The air felt tense and twisted as the two quickly remembered the experience their children had went through as they watched on.

"Obviously not that great, Winifred. Steve is resting right now so we better not be too loud." She grinned, putting a finger to her slightly chapped lips. It wasn't a lie to say insanity had creeped through the gaps of each woman in their deceased forms, but it was to be blamed on how neither had not officially passed on. A few hundred or more had suffered death by their hands as the war had gotten worse overtime. Interfering wasn't often, but it was too early for their children to have died. They couldn't have done anything to prevent what had happened, though.

Winifred hummed and sat on the snow covered floor of the plane as Sarah did the same, both tucking their long skirts under them by habit. They sat there for a while, the latter tracing the shield's patterns in wonder on how long it would take until Captain America would be found. The first nudged Sarah slightly, smirking.

"My boy is an assassin right now, brainwashed. When Steve is found, I bet those two'll get going at it like rabbits when they realise who is who." Sarah couldn't help but snigger, feeling like a school girl. Bucky and Steve did have a favourable relationship, after all, and it was obvious they would be together after all the time they had been with each other. The two agreed they despised how the world was in that moment. Sexism, racism, homophobia - it was all part of it and it was a real shame how accepted it was, but in the days of living, it was too complicated for them to get into as woman trying to live where they lived. A smack on the ass wasn't all they had received.

Winifred stood up, leaning against the wall. "I'm going to head off now to my boy. I'll see you later." She disappeared without waiting for a reply, typical of her. Sarah felt the happy mood fade away as if she were on a high and looked down at Steve, wiping the snow off the part that showed his face. His eyes were closed and lips red, looking peaceful like a princess.

"You'll wake up some day, dear. I just hope it's not too soon."

616 Bucky/Steve Bucky's fanboy fantasies, poss underage

(Anonymous) 2015-03-13 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
teen comics Bucky tries to write a porny fanfic about Captain America
(I welcome awkward virgin!bucky or "camp mascot" bucky who has experience but most of it not healthy or loving)

Bucky/Natasha/Steve - DP on Natasha

(Anonymous) 2015-03-15 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky and Steve both doing Natasha at the same time, preferably in a way where her gag reflex isn't an issue.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, They're looking in the wrong places

(Anonymous) 2015-03-16 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Steve and Same (and anyone) are looking for Bucky in hospitals and homeless shelters and exploding Hydra bases and old stone castles but are NOT FINDING HIM and Steve is just FREAKING OUT because surely this means Bucky is DEAD IN A DITCH and OH NO!

But really Bucky's using 70+ years of covert experience to take down high level people who knew about Hydra but aren't in the files. Like he's got a face, a voice, and a year and now he's after a major CEO or the queen of a small dictatorship.

Preferably he's still super messed up but he's got goals and tactics and spiffy suits.

Steve, Bucky, Peggy, someone has to make a horrible choice

(Anonymous) 2015-03-17 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
One of the three has to make a horrific choice that will impact everything (the world, their relationships, their own self). Possible setups: a visit to the future, a visit from the future, visions, being locked in a safe with only X hours of air left, you name it.

I want heroic sacrifices and misery. Up to you who makes the sacrifice, who knows about it, or who remembers it.

Bonus if the sacrificing involves a romantic relationship. Any combination of the three is good.

Steve&Bucky, WW2-era anti-Bucky conspiracy

(Anonymous) 2015-03-17 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The official, historic position of the army is that Captain Rogers liberated the Hydra factory and Bucky happened to be among the prisoners. The reality, of which only few people were aware, was that he went AWOL, on a desperate, borderline suicide, unsanctioned solo mission to save his best friend. That couldn't have gone over well.

The upper brass questioned his loyalty to the army, the nature of his commitment to Barnes, and eventually they decided that it could be beneficial for the war effort to make Barnes a martyr. The cause for the rumours would stop, Captain America on a roaring rampage of revenge would be more motivated to take Hydra down, etc. The plan is foolproof. And so Barnes is deliberately ordered into harm's way, until it finally pays off on the train.

Bonus: Steve and Bucky don't become a couple until the 21st century.

Re: Steve&Bucky, WW2-era anti-Bucky conspiracy

(Anonymous) 2015-03-17 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I swear, either I'm having a huge case of deja vu or I remember a fic or prompt/fill that was just like this.

If I can find it, I'll definitely let you know.

Dark!Natasha/Rumlow -torture and noncon, breaking him

(Anonymous) 2015-03-18 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Agent Romanov is comfortable with everything. She's one of SHIELD's top interrogators, not only with verbal methods, but physical methods as well. That includes torturing and raping Rumlow for information and to break him to put him on a leash. Pegging and Rumlow's fragile masculinity would be delightful.

I just really want Rumlow unwillingly taking it up the butt from a woman and being forced to get off on it. Affably evil bastard Rumlow, please.

Bonus: None of Natasha's Avengers colleagues know about this side of her except maybe Clint. Fury keeps this information tightly under wraps.

Bonus 2: The use of electricity, since that's sort of Black Widow's thing.

Bucky/Steve - Alternate Universe, Hydra clones Bucky

(Anonymous) 2015-03-20 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
While Bucky was being experimented on, Hydra took a few samples of his DNA, which was somehow saved while the compound burns down. Also, Bucky dies for real on the train but his body is never found. Once Zola starts building Hydra back up, he uses Bucky's DNA to create a small army of super-soldiers.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

Nope, its not amnesia. That guy really isn't Bucky and has no idea what Steve's talking about, but Steve doesn't know that yet. So he thinks about all the ways to save him and help him remember who he is. It's not until multiple Bucky clones show up all at one that Steve realizes that he's been holding out hope for nothing. His best friend is really gone and never coming back.

Those men don't know him, and he doesn't know them, but how can he bring himself to fight anyone with Bucky's face?

Steve/Bucky - Omegaverse( sort of?), twin serums

(Anonymous) 2015-03-21 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Dr Erskine warns Steve that his supersoldier serum is one of two, as the original intention was to create an aeryan Supersoldier pair, who would breed a whole race of superhumans (because, well, Nazis). When he escaped Schmidt, he only managed to rescue the Alpha formula. He's reasonably certain that Zola and Schmidt won't be able to use the Omega one successfully, but he warns Steve that if they do, he would in theory be unable to resist mating with the woman receiving the serum should they meet. It'll be built into his very DNA.

Meanwhile, Zola has theorised that it doesn't have to be a female recipient; Hydra can get a powerful male Supersoldier and not worry about that side of things. Hence the experiments on the captured 107th and, of course, Bucky's the only survivor and is transformed into the Omega to Steve's Alpha.

Soon after the rescue, Bucky's has his first heat and Steve goes into rut (like Omegaverse, but they're the only ones), and well, obviously nature takes its course. Would like it if they weren't ever all that physically attracted to each other before, per se, but have always been in completely love and that actually makes them really really okay with becoming a mated pair. Omegaverse details, like knotting and possessiveness, to still be included.

Anyway, Dr Erskine's notes save them from being discharged, as it's a legimate side effect of the serum that can't be helped. It's kept a closely guarded secret though, by the army and by the Howling Commandos they lead.

*** It's up to the author if they want to throw in some mpreg. It is obviously problematic with Bucky's impending fall from the train, but if you want tragedy, that's a good reason for Steve to want to end his life by going down with that plane, having lost both Bucky and an unborn child.

*** If there is a particularly ambitious author out there, would be amazing to carry this through to Steve meeting the Winter Soldier and them triggering each other, resulting in a fevered mating and various complications with the mission. Happy ending appreciated though. :)

Re: Steve/Bucky - Omegaverse( sort of?), twin serums

(Anonymous) 2015-09-27 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting! Would love something like this! :D

Steve/Bucky, pre-serum Steve, First Time, Era homophobia

(Anonymous) 2015-03-21 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky thinks Steve is getting into so many fights because he's got a big mouth. Actually, rumors are going round that Bucky's gay after someone, apparently, saw him sucking dick near the docks (or something). Steve is fighting anyone who spreads that rumour and getting pretty badly injured because of it.

When Bucky finds out he's touched, but also incredibly embarrassed. He can't lie to Steve though and ends up confessing that he is a 'fairy' and hates himself (no shying away from the homophobia of the era and how hard it would be for Bucky to be that way). Obviously, Steve doesn't care, and one thing leads to another...

Bucky/Steve, Terminator, time travel

(Anonymous) 2015-03-22 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
People call the Winter Soldier the Terminator of the Marvel universe. So...

How about a fic where he is sent back in time to kill pre-Serum Steve, to prevent him from becoming Captain America. Bucky obviously will do anything he can to protect Steve against this masked maniac, who stalks them through Brooklyn.

For extra fun, present day Steve somehow follows the Soldier through time to save himself and 40s Steve and Bucky get a glimpse into their futures, as the identity of the Winter Soldier is revealed - and they help with kickstarting his memories?)

Peggy/Steve, A/B/O

(Anonymous) 2015-03-22 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Omega's aren't looked down upon, they're actually celebrated, considered extremely special no matter how many there are of them.
Each regiment has at least one Omega in it, as Alpha's will never fight as hard as when they fight to protect an Omega.
Omega milk is said to cure any ailment, no matter how bad, but unless you have an Omega in the family, or one who really likes you, it costs far too much to obtain. (Say Omega's start lactating at puberty, maybe?)

Peggy's an Omega, the only one in Col. Phillp's group, Steve's an Alpha, even if he's sickly and weak.

Peggy wants Steve to be chosen to become the super solider, already liking him and rather attracted to him.

She wants him to succeed above the others, so nights she sneaks into his quarters and lets him suckle. Thanks to his many ailments and how hard he works each day in basic, it doesn't cure him, but it gives him enough of a boost that training doesn't kill him.

Post serum would love to see them in a relationship, with Steve admitting he wouldn't be where he was without Peggy.

+ if sex should occur on nights she goes to see him, that's fine with OP

Mini-Fill: V for Victory, M for Milk (Steve/Peggy, no warnings) 1/2

(Anonymous) 2015-03-28 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
(A/N: The title is based on a slogan I found on a WWII era milk bottle. I'm going with the idea here that lactation in adult omegas who haven't had a baby recently is influenced by psychological factors.)

If Steve hadn't been such a tiny, frail slip of an alpha, it would never have happened. Peggy was not a particularly maternal person, as omega women went, but there was something about that little guy that simultaneously made her want to slam Steve against the wall (gently) and kiss him as long and fiercely as possible without giving him an asthma attack, and to take him home and feed him.

Peggy's body was taking the "feed him" idea a bit too literally. Her breasts had begun to feel heavier and fuller ever since Steve had come to Camp Lehigh and some of her brassieres were becoming uncomfortably tight. Awkward. Or maybe not?

Peggy considered Steve the most promising of the Super Soldier candidates, and not just because she liked him personally. He was resourceful and brave and tenacious, and possibly the least overbearing alpha man she had ever met - always a plus when you're giving a guy superhuman powers. But physically, Steve was way out of his depth and barely keeping his head above water. If he was chosen, Erskine's serum could make him bigger and stronger and healthier, but that wouldn't do him much good if he keeled over from exhaustion in the middle of training. But *that*, Peggy could help him with. Omega milk couldn't help an adult grow six inches or give him a new respiratory system, but it could keep him from passing out during PT or catching pneumonia from someone sneezing on him. Now the trick was to propose the idea in a way that wouldn't mortify both of them.

Steve & Bucky, Two Lost Souls Swimming In A Fish Bowl

(Anonymous) 2015-03-23 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve singing Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here', while Bucky plays accompaniment on a guitar.
That is all.