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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.

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Steve/Bucky, Not-so-Platonic Affection

[(Anonymous)]

Spoilers. Well, only vaguely, I suppose. Just that Bucky has recovered from his stint as the Winter Soldier. Also cross-posting this from a prompt left in stevebucky_fest. Anyway...

Bucky and Steve becoming disgustingly fluffy and affectionate with each other despite not being together, driving the Avengers insane. They actually get quietly together sometime in the middle of the story (so not established from the get go) without telling anybody, and since nothing changes between them, no one notices. Everyone still thinks they're in the throes of UST.

+Bucky being really badass (duh)
++Bucky and Nat having an awesome relationship
+++Steve and his motorcycle :)))))
++++Bucky and Steve sharing the shield during a fight

Re: Steve/Bucky, Not-so-Platonic Affection

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Spoilers Steve/Winter Soldier Over-Protective Steve

[(Anonymous)]

Basically when Steve got the serum and rescued Bucky, he vowed to protect him to repay all the years of Bucky watching out for him. But there's a limit as to how much you can protect someone else when you're both carrying out missions on a battlefield, and then Bucky fell off the train.

But now that Steve's recovered the Winter Soldier and they're not in a war anymore, he can do all the protecting, all the time, and follow Bucky around like a mother hen. Bonus points if Bucky's still mostly the Winter Soldier at this point, as is confused as hell as to why his new handler seems to think he's incapable of doing things for himself.

Totally AU - both Steve and Bucky fall

[(Anonymous)]

I don't have any kind of actual plot thought out here - I just want to see an AU where both Bucky and Steve fall off the train and get captured by Zola (say someone else stops Schmidt, like Peggy or the Commandos or whoever). So Bucky gets his metal arm and superhumanness and everything, maybe they keep Steve on ice in order to control him. Until everything goes wrong and they escape to kick ass.

I don't care - whatever you want, I just want to see Avengers/the Winter Soldier w/ Bucky and Steve fighting on the same side against Loki/Hydra. And while Steve/Bucky is preferred, it's not required.

[sorta fill] Whole [1/1]

[(Anonymous)]

“There is no use fighting,” Zola says, “we will break you.”

Bucky yells and thrashes. His whole left side is on fire. He wants to run. But there are men holding him down, more than enough to hold down even Steve, and he is trapped. He cries out until his voice is hoarse. He strains until his muscles cramp.

“There is no use fighting,” he says, again, then, “we will rebuild you.”

-

He wakes up screaming.

His throat has long ago given up its’ full voice, and now only has something horrid and animal to loose into the cellblock. There are guards at the door almost immediately, and Zola just behind them, wringing his hands in excitement.

The guards drag Bucky out into a new room, and strap him to a table.

Zola carries something heavy and shining into the light.

“We will make you whole.”

-

He is only vaguely aware of the others. A Russian. An Italian. Two Americans. They are not housed together. He sees them in passing, at mealtimes, during medical examinations. Travel to and from the chamber that makes his head feel heavy and his metal skin burn, though he can never remember why. He knows the men call him Monster, each in their own tongue, as he is lead by strong steel chains like a dog.

He ignores them.

Until he hears the Italian ask, “I wonder about the other one?”

He pays attention.

-

The trips to the chamber grow closer together.

He forgets.

The loss of things sit in him like missing puzzle pieces. He is acutely aware of their absence, but there is nothing there to fill in the blank. He is incomplete.

He starts not to care that he forgets.

Except for the other. He knows there is one more like him, another monster, just beyond the cells. The Italian has seen him. The Russian has spoken to him. One of the guards got too close, and the other monster broke his shoulder. The guards go in teams, now, when they leave the hallway.

He can barely remember how to speak, some days, but he knows that there is something important in the knowledge that he isn’t alone.

-

One of the guards is injured. He can see the man favoring one leg, leaning too heavily on the cell bars while he opens the door. It’s not a mistake he’ll make twice.

-

The cell is smaller than his, or maybe it only seems so because the man inside it is so large.

He isn’t sure what he expected. A raving, slavering beast. A mindless demon. But the man in front of him is no monster. His body has been twisted, but his eyes are bright and intelligent and filled with something painfully familiar.

Slowly, a piece of himself slides back into place.

-

The compound burns.

Zola lay out in the snow, begging, whimpering, blood slowly oozing from where they’d pulled the cyanide capsule from his mouth.

They leave him.

-

Bucky wakes up screaming.

He yells and thrashes. His whole left side is on fire. He wants to run. But there are strong arms around his shoulders and Steve’s kind, gentle words in his ear, and he stills. He cries until his eyes are dry. He holds onto Steve until his arms cramp.

For the first time in a very long time, Bucky feels whole.

Sam/Steve or Bucky/Steve, mpreg, domesticity, feminization, possible dsymorphia

[(Anonymous)]

I don't care how, as long as it's fairly logical, but somehow Steve gets pregnant, either by Sam or Bucky (whoever you prefer), and, unfortunately, it happens to be after the serum somehow wears off. So he's back to his scrawny, sickly old self, except now he's even weaker and more helpless, and is not very amused by how overprotective whoever got him pregnant is being.

Eventually, Tony does manage to fix the super serum, but not till after Steve's had a baby, and in the process of having a baby, has developed a more... feminine shape. Something the serum doesn't necessarily get rid of.

I'm not sure what I'm looking for plotwise but a happy sort of ending, with Steve's partner being encouraging and as empathetic as they can manage, would be nice. No alpha/beta/omega dynamics, though. PLEASE make the fact that Steve is pregnant a totally unheard of occurrence. Also if you plan on making this one of those "oh my goooddd we're havin a baaaabeeeh" mpreg fics rather than a more realistic "i am a guy and being pregnant sucks and is weird and i hate it" fic pls dont bother. definitely looking for the latter.

Dick Grayson x Steve Rogers Crossover Fanfic

[(Anonymous)]

In which, Steve Rogers gets thrown into the DC universe particularly Bludhaven/Gotham (take your pick) when he got thrown in a portal while the Avengers were on a mission. He has no memories of who he is so Cap just goes on to be a regular guy working in a bookstore/artshop, his neigbors liking him and also helping random people every now then like carrying groceries for old ladies, helping a disabled man cross the street, etc.

Because everything is just too good to be true, one night Steve gets involved in one of the fights of Nightwing because god knows Steve hates bullies and helping someone in distress is like second nature to him. He was just suprised as the two when the guy he he threw flew way farther than what was expected.

Dick Grayson was curious as to who the guy was and started investigating. And it all goes down from there.

Bruce Wayne x Steve Rogers

[(Anonymous)]

In which Steve Rogers meets Bruce Wayne in the most unexpected places and has clashes of ideals. A crisis occurs and Cap and Batman had to work together to save the day. Both finds out the identity of the other.

In which, I still have feels over that JLA/Avengers crossover series since I just finished reading it.

One-sided relationship - Bucky --> Steve

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky has been in love with straight!Steve since the were 12.

As the soldier regains his memories, he remembers the overwhelming love he felt for his best friend that is still not returned, not in the way he wants, and every little touch is like torture.


(If this Anon could only have one thing for the rest of her life, it would be one-sided relationship pain.)
(Anon likes heartbreak and crying!Bucky)
(Anon is a dick)

Steve/Bucky, Steve is still used to being a little guy

[(Anonymous)]

Steve and Bucky were together before the serum, and afterwards, they didn't have a ton of private time.

Fast forward to the future, Bucky is back and they're together again, except romance got quite a bit different. Like, Bucky is totally used to bending down to kiss Steve, except now he's taller, and he can't exactly dip Steve without his arm practically giving out. And it used to make sense to have Steve sit on Bucky's lap, but now Steve's legs have nowhere to go, so it becomes more of an awkward tangle. And Steve used to be able to jump into Bucky's arms, and Bucky may be stronger now, but momentum is still a thing, so they crash.

Basically, they finally have time to be together and affectionate, and it takes more than a little finagling and relearning to do so.

Re: Steve/Bucky, Steve is still used to being a little guy

[penis_sheath]

second

[fill] Vague Spoilers (?) Steve/Bucky - Erotic Asphyxiation, BDSM, Dom Uses Safeword

[(Anonymous)]

Not my usual milieu, but this was a vicious bunny and the only way to get rid of it was to at least try. I hope it's not too disappointing. Forgive me; I fear I got some fluff in it.

TW: Consensual BDSM, Erotic Asphyxiation, Safeword use.

Steve would never rush Bucky, but he wants things. He wants it to be the way it was before Bucky went off to war – only not the parts where Steve was sick and couldn’t work. He doesn’t miss the nights when Bucky lied about eating supper before he got home, so Steve should finish off the soup on his own.

He misses Bucky taking care of him in other ways, though. He misses the place he could go to when Bucky held him and nothing existed except their too-small bed and the two of them in it, Steve’s head tucked into Bucky’s chest.

Still, he’s kept a decent partition between all the stuff he thinks about and wants and maybe needs, and Bucky’s recovery – his reclamation from the stone-cold killer that he’d been molded into. When Steve thinks about what Hydra did to Bucky he truly regrets not killing Zola. If he thinks about it for very long he ends up in the big gym Stark upgraded for the Avengers’ use in the tower, beating the hell out of a punching bag that isn’t supposed to give out on him, but sometimes does.

Three months after Steve found Bucky and convinced him to come home, he reliably knows who Steve is. Six months after that, the psychologists and the scientists say that he can come home for real.

Home is the tower now. It made sense for the Avengers to stick close to one another in case the world needed saving, and Steve appreciated Stark more than he ever thought he would. He almost never feels the urge to call him Howard anymore.

Steve has an entire floor to himself and he’s set up a room for Bucky there. It’s only so he’ll be close-by in case Bucky needs him. Maybe a little because Steve needs to know that Bucky is safe.

“Here it is, Buck.” Steve opens the door to the guest room and waves Bucky in.

“Thanks, Cap.” Bucky steps inside and dropped his duffel bag into the big chair Steve had bought over the Internet.

Steve massages the back of his neck. “Well, I’ll leave you to settle in – there’s TV, small kitchen on this floor, big kitchen down two, like I showed you.”

“Steve.” Bucky is staring at him.

“Yeah?” Steve asks.

“I still don’t remember everything, I probably won’t ever get it all back.” Bucky sounds matter of fact.

“We don’t know, but that’s what the shrinks said.” Steve doesn’t know if he should try to reassure Bucky or comfort him or – .

“I remember this, though.”

Bucky steps into Steve’s space, curls his hand – his flesh and bone and blood hand – around Steve’s waist. Steve goes completely still as Bucky’s lips touch his, gently at first and then hard, and oh God. Steve’s eyes have been wide open the entire time, he realizes, as he watches Bucky’s eyes opening, and Bucky backing away from him.

“If you don’t still, that’s okay. But I wanted you to know that I do.” Bucky grins, that cocky smirk that sometimes made Steve want to hit him and sometimes made Steve want to kiss him, but Steve always wanted to wipe it off his face. There’s something different in it this time, uncertainty or maybe fear.

Steve can’t stand it. He raises both of his hands – so big now, large enough to cover most of Bucky’s face as he cradles it in them – and kisses Bucky for all he’s worth.

Steve is hard inside his jeans by the time they break off the kiss. He rests his forehead against Bucky’s and he’s smiling so that his face hurts. Then Bucky laughs and Steve does too. Steve starts to imagine getting to have the things he’s been missing. For once in his life, maybe he can get something he’s lost back, for keeps.

Four and a half months later they’re rolling around in Steve’s enormous bed. Bucky sleeps with Steve every night. If one of them has a nightmare they get up together. Steve makes hot chocolate or decaf coffee and they sit on the couch together. Sometimes they watch TV, other times Steve slouches until he can rest his head on Bucky’s shoulder and they just sit. Bucky makes Steve feel safe again. Safe always, and incredibly turned on most of the time.

Right now Bucky is whispering into the crook of Steve’s neck all of the things he wants to do to him, as he presses the palm of his right hand against Steve’s cock. Bucky doesn’t mention it but he doesn’t touch Steve very much with his left hand when they’re in bed. Steve has long since stopped being horrified by its shiny metal presence. He’s gotten used to it and accepted it, and lately, due either to the thrill of the forbidden or by virtue of the fact that it’s part of Bucky, he’s started to find it disturbingly hot. A couple of times Buck has used it to pin Steve’s wrists against the wall as he fucked him from behind, and Steve came so hard he saw stars. He laughs softly to himself.

“What? Why am I funny?” Buck looks amused and a little puzzled.

Steve just shakes his head, though. He doesn’t want to explain, doesn’t want to derail what’s going to happen if he plays his cards right. Steve grabs Bucky’s hips as Buck leans up over him, and shimmies down the bed a bit. Steve pulls Bucky’s boxers down and puts his face right into the curly hairs next to Bucky’s cock and inhales. He loves this. Bucky holds still.

“Well?” Bucky asks.

“Well, everything looks good down here. Good enough to …” Steve trails off.

“Don’t talk about it, do it.” It’s an order, but it’s fond.

Steve braces himself with one hand and wraps the other around the base of Bucky’s cock. He licks a circle around the head, then wets and firms up his lips, sliding up and down. Bucky’s breathing gets faster. There’s one thing that’s beautiful about being a super-soldier, Steve thinks. Pre-serum he could only do this for a couple of minutes. He’d have to stop, always apologizing and Bucky always telling him it was perfect, he was fine. He stops now, even though he could go on until Buck came down his throat. He wants something else.

Steve licks and kisses his way up Bucky’s chest until he can look him in the eyes.

“Fuck me?” Steve beams his “Captain America” smile at Bucky – the one he sports as he salutes some reporter’s video camera. It’s real then, but it’s brighter now.

“You … ask nicely.” Bucky smirks.

Steve, already naked except for his boxers, pulls them off and tosses them to the floor. He flops ungracefully back onto the bed and stretches, displaying every inch of himself utterly without shame.

“Fuck me, please?” The words are nice but Steve puts a little growl into them.

“Can’t say no to that.” Buck gets the rest of the way out of his own boxers and crawls over Steve to the nightstand. He grabs lube and a condom, puts the condom wrapper between his teeth and shakes it at Steve. Steve laughs. Bucky tosses the condom and the lube to the side of the bed.

Then Bucky is straddling Steve’s thighs, leaning over to kiss him and using his right hand to press their cocks together. Steve arches up into the kiss, he can never get enough of Bucky’s taste, never get tired of Bucky’s soft lips contrasting with the bristly stubble on his cheeks – he didn’t shave this morning.

Bucky pulls back and Steve almost whines after him, but he sees that Bucky is uncapping the lube. Steve bends his knees and props himself up on his elbows. Bucky squeezes out a puddle of lube and holds it, warming it in his hand. Steve kicks at him, lightly.

“C’mon.” Steve’s not that patient.

“Just want it to be warm. You know I look out for you.” Bucky’s expression is teasing but Steve knows he means it, every word, and all of the ones he doesn’t say, too.

Bucky spreads the lube, which has apparently reached an acceptable temperature, over his fingers. He settles himself between Steve’s legs and slowly leans in. He’s kissing Steve again and his hair is in Steve’s face. A warm hand, and pressure, and Bucky slides a finger into Steve’s ass. Bucky is careful, he treats Steve as if he was still fragile and breakable, like he’s precious. It feels like an eternity and Steve is begging by the time Buck adds a third finger and twists a little inside of him.

“I want you, want you so bad, please.” Steve gasps.

Bucky removes his fingers from Steve’s ass and opens the condom wrapper. His right hand is slippery with lube but his metal fingers are always dexterous, never faltering. He rolls the condom on and smears more lube on himself. He takes his cock in his hand and lines it up, pauses just to drive Steve crazy, and slowly, slowly, pushes.

Steve reaches down and grabs his ankles, bracing himself with his feet flat on the bed. Finally Bucky is completely inside.

“Bucky?” Steve asks.

“Right here, Steve.” Bucky replies.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Bucky must want to move but Steve knows he’d stay there, still forever, if Steve needed him to. Steve’s cock is so hard it aches, and Bucky’s filling him up, and it’s almost perfect.

“Bucky, I want it, please.” Bucky likes it when Steve asks.

“Okay, okay, I got you.” Bucky starts to press his right forearm against Steve’s throat but Steve shakes his head. “No?” Bucky asks.

“Yes. Just – use your hand. Your other hand.” Steve figures this makes him even more of a deviant than he usually is but right now he really doesn’t care.

Bucky looks surprised for a second but then he smiles and Steve knows he’s won. Bucky thrusts inside Steve a little, then draws back and snaps his hips forward, falls into Steve and catches himself. Carefully, he spreads the fingers of his left hand and wraps them around Steve’s throat. He tightens them, staring into Steve’s smiling face.

Bucky begins to thrust in a rhythm now, and it feels so damn good. Bucky adjusts his angle and his cock hits Steve’s prostate and his hand, warm from contact with Steve’s body, cuts off just a bit more of Steve’s air. Steve is floating on a cloud and getting fucked has never felt so perfect. Bucky increases the pace and Steve can’t help but pant, and he thinks he’s making noises and they’re probably ridiculous but he doesn’t fucking care. He closes his eyes and he’s pushing back against Bucky now and he wants to urge him on but of course he can’t speak. Everything is warm and soft like feathers and Steve’s pulse is pounding in his head, he’s gasping and desperate and he’s going to –

“Red! Jesus Christ, red.” Bucky’s pulling out of Steve, is scrambling away, and is kneeling on the farthest corner of the bed from Steve before Steve knows what’s happened.

Bucky sinks back onto his heels and drops his face into the palms of his hands. He’s shaking.

"Hey, Buck, it’s alright. It’s okay. What’s wrong?” Steve tries to collect himself. His voice is wrecked.

Bucky doesn’t respond, just stays frozen in place.

Steve knows something has gone sideways, but they’ve done this before and he’s not sure what’s different this time. He still feels a little hazy but the shock of Bucky’s retreat is bringing him back to reality quick and brutal. He doesn’t want to touch Bucky if Bucky doesn’t want him to, so he tries talking again.

“Bucky, whatever it is, it’s okay. We stopped, we can stop, that’s fine.”

Bucky exhales raggedly and lowers his hands from his face. He turns around and sits on the edge of the bed, facing away from Steve, his feet on the floor. His shoulders are hunched inward, defeated.

“Steve, are you okay?” He asks.

“I’m okay. I swear. Are you?” Steve tries to project calm but he’s beginning to feel rattled himself.

“Yes.” Bucky doesn’t sound so sure, though.

“Can I come over there?” Steve asks.

Bucky turns to look at Steve. “I’ll come to you, just … one minute.”

"Take your time, it’s okay. I’ll be right here.” Steve moves some pillows and leans against the headboard. He grabs an afghan that’s been shoved off to the side and tosses it over himself, with Bucky the length of a California king size bed away from him, he feels cold.

Bucky takes a few deep breaths and stands up. “I’ll be right back.” He says, and makes for the bathroom.

Steve hears the water running and when Bucky comes back out his hair is damp from where he’s splashed water on his face. Bucky’s put on Steve’s bathrobe, too, which makes Steve feel better for some reason.

Bucky crawls onto the bed and touches the corner of the afghan.

“Can I?” Bucky asks with something that’s almost a smile on his face.

“Yeah, of course. C’mere.” Steve picks up the afghan and gestures for Bucky to slip underneath it.

Bucky slides his right arm around Steve’s waist and rests his head on Steve’s chest, presses a kiss there.

“Okay, so.” Bucky says. “You are the hottest person on planet earth and I love you more than anything. I love taking you to bed and I love what we do when we’re here.”

“Alright.” Steve says, and hugs Bucky a little closer.

“Just now, it was great, but then you started making those sounds.” Bucky must feel Steve start to stiffen up because he’s shaking his head. “No, NO. Not like that.”

“Okay.” Steve says. “Not like that. Like what, then?”

“It was like before – when you used to get sick. You would wheeze and I swear to God turn blue and I would think – this is it. This is the time where I’m going to have to watch you die. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it and it was going to kill me, too.”

“Oh. Oh, no Buck.” Steve kisses Bucky’s hair, and then he does it again. “Buck, I’m okay. And so are you. That’s not gonna happen.”

“I know.” Bucky says. “I mean, I know that now. But then it was, well. You saw.”

"I did.” Steve drops another kiss on top of Bucky’s head. “And it’s okay. I’m glad you stopped.”

Bucky makes an exasperated noise, so Steve shakes him a little. “I AM glad you stopped. You know I would never hurt you, like you would never hurt me. Not how I didn’t want you to, anyway.” Steve does not giggle, but it’s a close call.

"Steven Rogers, you are a sexual deviant!" Bucky's trying to sound scandalized.

“James Buchanan Barnes – Bucky – you are a good man.” Steve knows that Bucky doesn’t believe him, not yet. But one of these days Steve will convince him that it’s true.

Re: [fill] Vague Spoilers (?) Steve/Bucky - Erotic Asphyxiation, BDSM, Dom Uses Safeword

[penis_sheath]

jfc love this, hot and sweet<3

Mild Spoilers? Steve/Bucky, ABO-verse or Ds-verse

[(Anonymous)]

In a Ds-verse or ABO-verse, Bucky is a sub/omega/whatever. How does that affect him being the WInter Soldier? Does it make him easier to control, or harder, because his handlers aren't Steve?

Re: Mild Spoilers? Steve/Bucky, ABO-verse or Ds-verse

[(Anonymous)]

Oh wow, I really really want this, with Bucky as a sub, but have no idea how to write it... someone else?

Spoilers - Steve/Bucky or Any/Bucky or Gen

[(Anonymous)]

The Winter Soldier essentially imprints on whoever wakes him from the cryosleep.

Re: Spoilers - Steve/Bucky or Any/Bucky or Gen

[(Anonymous)]

Is Pierce/Bucky dubcon type thing ok with you?

(you can totally say no)

SPOILERS - Steve/Peggy, Hot Old People Sex

[(Anonymous)]

Alt., "I'm ninety-five, not dead."

Sometimes, when Peggy is lucid, she makes passes at Steve. Steve will never respond in kind, or let it go any further than that, because Peggy is sick, and not able to give honest consent.

Then, something happens (Agents of SHIELD healing goo, magic, whatever!) and Peggy's memory loss is no longer an issue.

There is 'congrats on the healed up memory' sex. A lot of it. All over the care facility. All over Steve's apartment. All over Avengers Tower. (And Tony will never wipe that image from his memory.)

Re: SPOILERS - Steve/Peggy, Hot Old People Sex

[(Anonymous)]

As someone who has worked in a nursing home and been mentally scarred by old people sex, I want Tony to share in my pain.

Spoilers - Steve/Bucky, Zola had their daughter

[(Anonymous)]

Zola kidnaps Steve and Bucky's daughter and uses her to control Bucky while Bucky is being transformed into the Winter Soldier. Once the brainwashing is complete, the threat of bodily harm to the daughter is no longer needed... what becomes of the child is unknown, until 2014.

While Steve is taking down SHIELD, he and Black Widow stumble across a cyrotube, where Zola had frozen their daughter. Steve thought that she had died, and immediately realizes that Bucky probably thinks she's dead too. He then sets out to try and balance fatherhood and life as a superhero... all the while trying to save the man of his dreams.

Tl;Dr - Steve and Bucky's daughter was frozen by Zola, and defrosting her helps bring Bucky back to himself.

Re: Spoilers - Steve/Bucky, Zola had their daughter

[twinkats]

Anon!OP I have a question for you. Or well, several (because this one just got dropkicked onto my list)

The daughter. Biological daughter? Or adopted? If biological do you desire mpreg? Or can genderqueer (or transgender, I suppose, if you wish it) be a thing that happens? Also: who's mommy and who's daddy (if child is biologically actually given birth to)? Because this is adorable. Really. And heartbreaking.

Spoilers - Steve/Bucky, Arm-Worship

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky is ashamed of his metal arm. Steve sets out to show him that there is nothing to be ashamed of... in the kinkiest way possible.

Spoilers - Steve/Bucky, Post-Winter Soldier, Bucky's Daughter is Afraid of Him

[(Anonymous)]

I've seen a lot of fics where Bruce hulks-out in front of his child, who promptly becomes terrified and sends Bruce into an emotional downslide.

This is the same principal.

Steve and Bucky have a daughter (how is up to anon), who freaks out when she accidentally 'hurts' Bucky's metal arm. Bucky thinks that she is afraid of the arm and falls into a depression, because, whether he likes it or not, the arm is part of him. It's up to Steve to set things straight.

Pregnant Winter Soldier

[(Anonymous)]

I really don't care how.I just want pregnant Winter soldier. Maybe he's been out of cryo for a long range mission and things happened?

can be A/b/o or maybe men just naturally have babies and this is normal,or something the serum did.

All I want to see is Bucky realizing his leathers aren't fitting as well.

Re: Pregnant Winter Soldier

[(Anonymous)]

Oooo, I second this! Perhaps when Steve and Sam finally succeed in tracking him down they find a pregnant Bucky? (as in, he was pregnant during the movie, but found out or started to show after he escaped from HYDRA?)

I think Bucky might love having a child because he could make new memories with someone who didn't have preconceived notions of who he was before? And it'd be a positive way for him to start over/more forward with his life. And I could see ridiculous freaking-out-about-all-things-baby!Steve (IDK whether you were thinking Steve/Bucky or Steve and Bucky as bff or single-dad!Bucky) because however things go down I think Steve would be kind of overzealous? easily excitable? majorly overprotective? (like, I just found you after 70 years and you're having a baby?! I have to paint, like, 3 nurseries. In, like, red, white, and blue. this will be the most loved baby ever!) and maybe Sam would have to step in for labor and ultrasounds and grown-up things like that 'cause can't you just see Steve as one of those fainting-in-the-delivery room types?

Also I can totally see Tony being like "why are there baby books on the coffee table? why is Romanov running out for Gelato at 3 in the morning? why is steve knitting?" ...and then later... "my tower used to be so cool, why are the table corners covered in bubble-wrap?"

I'm not the OP, so please correct me if you were thinking something totally different, but I was kind of thinking past dirtybadwrong Pierce/Bucky or even Rumlow/Bucky could have led to Bucky's situation?

Not!OP apologizes for kind of running away with your prompt. :/

Steve/Sam, shameless fluff

[(Anonymous)]

Sam has a cold/the flu/etc. Steve takes care of him and everything is super cute. Bonus points if it's still a developing relationship type situation.

[Fill] Steve/Sam, shameless fluff

[(Anonymous)]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14548281

Hope you'll like it :)

[Spoilers] Steve/Bucky or Gen, Imaginary Friend

[(Anonymous)]

I just want Bucky lying all injured and broken after falling from the train and hallucinating that Steve is there with him, comforting him.

It's up to you whether this hallucination is beaten out of him in the course of becoming the Winter Soldier or if he always has mental conversations and dreams of some blond, familiar stranger up to seeing Steve again in the present.

Bonus points if he confuses HYDRA people for the Steve hallucination at some point.

Re: [Spoilers] Steve/Bucky or Gen, Imaginary Friend

[(Anonymous)]

whoa, calm down there, Satan
aka seconded

Steve/Natasha, aliens made them do it

[(Anonymous)]

In finest fic tradition, aliens make Steve and Natasha do it. Natasha is just sort of exasperated and matter-of-fact about the whole situation, but she can tell Steve is Very Uncomfortable, so in an effort to make it less weird she keeps teasing him like she would in any other sticky situation.

I just have this great image of Natasha casually trying to set Steve up with cute girls from the office while she's riding his dick. Somebody make it happen. Please.

Re: Steve/Natasha, aliens made them do it

[penis_sheath]

second, I've been looking for some Steve/Nat fic

SPOILERS Steve/Rumlow(/optional HYDRA goons) noncon

[(Anonymous)]

A missing scene set at some point during CA2 where bad people do bad things to Steve Rogers. Would particularly love if it were set right after the overpass shootout when they all get taken into custody ("Get on your knees!") and Steve is still in shock over seeing Bucky.

+ Steve being a stupid self-sacrificing bastard who carries on with the rest of the mission afterwards and doesn't tell anyone until later

FILL: Rumlow/Steve noncon (CA:TWS spoilers) 1/?

[tenlittlebullets]

Bucky.

The Winter Soldier is Bucky.

Bucky's alive, and he's the Winter Soldier.

Time slows to a crawl, and yet everything happens so fast. Steve's eyes don't leave his old friend as he lunges forward into one last murderous assault, then there's a muffled explosion and Bucky's gone. Everything is muffled, as a matter of fact. He doesn't see Natasha drop the gun. He barely hears the sirens. He stays rooted to the spot, staring at the place where Bucky had stood and looked him dead in the eye without knowing him.

It's only when the swarm of strike team members blocks his view that he snaps back to reality. It's over. They're captured. There's shouting, and a lot of guns pointed right at his head. The adrenaline is still racing through his blood, but all the fight's gone out of him, leaving his brain to spin dizzy circles around the same thought over and over--the Winter Soldier is Bucky is the Winter Soldier is--and he doesn't parse the words "Get on your knees!" until Rumlow's already kicked his legs out from under him. He goes down hard on both kneecaps, and can't bring himself to care.

Time is starting to go at its normal pace again, but it's still like he's seeing everything from a distance. Numbly he watches Natasha and Sam being manhandled into one of the police vans, and even though Rumlow's hovering right behind him and speaking inches from Steve's ear—“Not here,” he keeps saying, voice dark with menace—he might as well be watching the whole scene from the news chopper overhead.

“Should I put him in with the others?” says the guy who's shoving Steve's arms into a massive pair of handcuffs.

“In a minute,” Rumlow answers, so close that Steve can feel the hairs at the back of his neck prickling when Rumlow breathes out, then hear him inhale sharply through his nose. Something's off. Vague alarms are going off in the hypervigilant parts of Steve's brain that are still primed for combat. But it's all over, so Steve ignores them. Rumlow, SHIELD, Hydra—they can do what they like with him. “Take him around back first,” Rumlow's saying. “I've got a score I want to settle.”

The guy salutes, and Steve's heart sinks with recognition even before he follows it with “Hail Hydra.”

“Hail Hydra,” Rumlow breathes, right in Steve's ear, and it's got to be meant just for him. Steve doesn't react. Maybe he would've reacted, half an hour ago, to the news that those guys in the elevator weren't just following orders and that half his strike team—men he's trusted with his life dozens of times—really have been Hydra all along. But right now, in the grand scheme of things Hydra has taken from him and turned to poison, that doesn't even make it onto the list.

He's hustled over to a cluster of big black Jeeps that are blocking off the street under what's left of the I-695 overpass. A couple of windowless police vans are pulled up behind them, and the narrow space between, right up against one of the bridge supports and in its shadow, is effectively out of the helicopter's sight. It's not exactly a back alley in Brooklyn, but Steve knows the drill. You seek out whatever privacy you can get when you're about to start hitting someone who's not in much of a position to hit back.

Instinct doesn’t lie, at least not this time. Rumlow greets him with a punch to the face. “Thought this wasn't personal,” Steve says, his cheekbone stinging.

“That wasn't,” says Rumlow, grinning like a shark and rocking on the balls of his feet. “This is.” He lands a few more punches, which hurt but don't do much damage, and then tries to slam Steve up against the side of a police van. He grunts in frustration when Steve doesn't budge: he's willing to stand there taking it, especially with half a dozen assault rifles still aimed at him at point-blank range, but giving ground isn't his style.

Rumlow shrugs, steps aside, and unholsters his stun baton. By the time Steve realizes it's aimed at his groin, he doesn't have much room left to dodge it, and it slams down hard on his thigh with a crackle of electricity. It hurts. It hurts a whole hell of a lot more through jeans than it did through the padding of his strike suit, and he has to clamp his legs tight together around it to keep Rumlow from being able to slide it upwards, which just makes it worse. By the time Rumlow disengages, laughing, he's bent double and his vision is black around the edges. This time he doesn't keep his footing when Rumlow shoves him from behind, and a kick to the seat of his pants sends him sprawling forward over the hood of one of the Jeeps, with a clang as the cuffs encasing his arms collide with the metal.

“Protecting America's crown jewels, Cap?” Rumlow jeers. “You're gonna have to fight harder than that.”

“I'm not fighting you,” Steve says, still grimacing from the pain. “I think you'd have noticed if I was.” He makes to stand up again, more out of habit than anything else—all he wants to do right now is lie down in a ditch and think about Bucky, but some things are ingrained so deep they carry on with or without conscious will, and getting back up no matter how many times he's been knocked down is one of them.

There's an electronic bleep from behind him, followed by another clang as the cuffs magnetize and attach to the car hood, and now he's not going anywhere. “So whatcha gonna to do, golden boy?” says Rumlow, pressing up behind him, lean but solid, two hundred pounds of pure muscle at Steve's back. “Lie down and take it?” He gives him a shove into the car hood with his hips, crowding up into his space, jabbing the stun baton against the base of his spine like a warning.

And Steve is sick of this. SHIELD and all its vast powers are compromised, Peggy's legacy has been eaten from the inside by Hydra, Nick Fury is dead, the Insight helicarriers are about to go up, and his best friend has been brought back from the dead and hollowed out into a mindless killing machine and set against him, and he may not be in a position to do a whole lot about any of that at the moment, but like hell does he have any patience to spare for Rumlow's petty little power trip. “Pretty much,” he sighs. “Go ahead. I could do this all day.”

Rumlow pauses a moment, like he's been taken aback, then bursts into ugly laughter. “Seriously? If I'd known you were this easy, Cap, I would've just asked ages ago.” Now he's grinding up against Steve from behind, and Steve puzzles over that sentence for several seconds before it hits him in a sickening flash that what Rumlow's got jammed up against the base of his spine isn't a gun or a stun baton.

He spends a few seconds wanting to throw up. He clenches up reflexively as his mind runs through the implications, a lot more vividly than he would ever want it to. And then, incredibly, what he feels welling up underneath the initial horror is exasperation. He's still out of patience for Rumlow's petty little power trip, even more so if Rumlow wants to take it this far. He's been tortured before, back in the war—used himself as bait for a Hydra raiding party, spent a few hours at their mercy before the Howling Commandos showed up and Bucky found him with half his fingers broken and crude phrases in German carved into his flesh. He can probably take this. It's not going to be fun, but he can't see much of a way out, and it's not like it'll even be the worst thing that's happened to him today. The thought of Rumlow fucking him makes his stomach twist, but not as much as the fresh memory of Bucky Barnes trying to drive a knife into his body.

He takes a deep breath, sets his jaw, and tries to make peace with what's probably about to happen. “You know,” he says, “I meant hitting me. But if you want that on your conscience too, I'm not exactly in a position to stop you.”

Steve/Bucky, accidental attempted murder during sex

[(Anonymous)]

Whether it's because Bucky doesn't have full control over the metal arm once he gets his memories back, or because the Winter Soldier programming keeps reassering itself, he keeps accidentally trying to kill Steve when they're in bed together. And yes, Steve is very worried for Bucky's sake, and no, he shouldn't be turned on by sex that turns into hand-to-hand combat and then back to sex again, but he kind of is anyway.

SPOILERS - "Cognitive recalibration"

[(Anonymous)]

Sam and Steve track the Winter Soldier down and he resists their attempts to help him. Violently. During the scuffle, he takes a hard hit to the head.

Now Bucky doesn't remember anything past leaving the World's Fair, 70 years ago. Not the war, or his best friend's science-fueled growth spurt, and definitely not getting turned into a cyborg.

Bonus for him not quite knowing how to control the arm.

[Any] Steve Rogers is a scary bastard

[(Anonymous)]

Usually, Steve is the sweetest, gentlest guy around. He's respectful, humble, and still a little bit shy.

But Steve has a temper, and a few nuclear berserk buttons.

I want to see what happens when some idiotic bad guy manages to press one.

(Bonus!points if it has to do with Bucky.)

Re: [Any] Steve Rogers is a scary bastard

[celiaequus]

Love the idea of this.

SPOILERS Steve/Bucky, your wish is my command

[(Anonymous)]

Basically, to Bucky Steve is now the person who gives orders. He carries out everything Steve says that could be construed as an order, asap. Steve catches on and changes his speech (no more "come here", "sit down" etc), tries to tell Bucky he is free to do whatever he wants.

Only Bucky interprets it as "You should already know what I want before I say it" and starts looking for orders in Steve's behavior and his way of talking. This can lead to accidental sexytiems, but doesn't have to.

Steve thinks Bucky is getting better, seeing as Bucky even starts voicing his own wishes (really what Bucky thinks Steve would want him to wish for). He only realizes what's going on when Bucky single handedly takes out a whole warehouse of baddies because Steve had muttered he wouldn't be sad if he'd never see those again. Or something like that.

tl;dr Bucky's brainwashing to follow orders runs deeper than anyone thought.

Steve/Bucky, future fic

[(Anonymous)]

SPOILERS.

Post-CATWS, when Steve and Sam find Bucky, and bring him in from the cold, and bring him back to himself, save him, then when Bucky is recovered, tired but himself, he hugs Steve because he loves him and he's home and Steve is like, ooh, yay, we'll be a couple now! And Bucky turns him down.

And Steve is sad about that but it's fine, they're best friends! And they and their new 21st century friends all fight crime! A couple years in the future, Steve is okay with that one time Bucky shot him down, it's a thing that happened and it's cool, but then Bucky hits on him.

And it's because, the first time, Bucky thought Steve deserved better than Bucky, who was tired and broken and sad and he thought Steve deserved someone whole and happy. And Bucky's basically spent the intervening years learning to be comfortable with himself again SO HE COULD BE READY FOR LOVE.