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imagine modern bucky wondering why no one goes dancing anymore (because that was always his favorite thing to do) so he calls steve and natasha and sam and they take him to a grimy nightclub where he is entirely out of his element but still kinda excited about it


it takes bucky about half an hour to get used to all the noise and movement at the night club, but when he does he lets loose and goes all out on the dance floor

he dances with natasha first, grinding against her to the beat of the loud bass, surrounded by people that stare at them, eyes wide, mouths agape. nat lets him play it up, lets him run a hand down her side and grip her waist tightly while he runs his teeth down her shoulder. the people staring swallow heavily and nat just throws her head back and laughs and laughs

next is sam, who refuses to grind with him (even when he pouts) but is totally willing to show him some solo moves. sam is holding bucky’s hips, trying to teach him how to do a hip roll, when a new song starts blasting out of the speakers. sam goes still for a moment, then breathes out “aw hell yeah” and starts doing a series of dance moves to the words “pop lock and drop it” that bucky doesn’t fully understand but really wants to learn. sam teaches him those moves too, and by the time  they rejoin steve and nat at the bar they’re both covered in sweat, wearing matching grins

steve resists bucky’s insistent pleas to dance in the middle of the crowd, so instead bucky takes him to one of the more secluded corners and pushes steve back against the wall. steve stands there awkwardly, hands hanging at his sides until bucky sighs and takes action. he pushes until steve’s shoulders are against the wall, hips cocked out and then goes to town. natasha taught him many things about modern dancing earlier and he puts them all to use now, grinding back against steve’s hips, taking his hands (still hanging awkwardly at his sides) and placing them on bucky’s waist. at one point, bucky bends down to touch the floor with his metal hand and hears a quiet “oh my god” from behind him. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt more powerful

Still not over it


Beautiful art by Santara (I can’t find a link to source her so if anyone can feel free to do so)

Google Image Search saves the day yet again. By Santara on DA.


Beautiful art by Santara (I can’t find a link to source her so if anyone can feel free to do so)

Google Image Search saves the day yet again. By Santara on DA.



"Don’t you think it would be cool if Falcon was also in Avengers 2?"

I would dance the dance of joy.  I would dance the goddamn Mamushka.  I would DO A JIG on top of Mount Coot-tha while wearing some kind of home-made Falcon t-shirt.

I’m just saying.

I want Steve to just show up at Avengers Tower like, “He comes with me.”

And Tony is just kind of like, “Okay, sure,” because he’s heard about Sam from Hill, and so Sam ends up on Steve’s floor in another apartment, and when Tony realizes that Sam’s wings came from Stark Industries he spends a few days mechanically Bedazzling the fuck out of them, while Sam and Tony debate the merits of classic rock versus R&B.

(And then there’s the time Cap shows up with Bucky and says, “He also comes with me,” and Tony just sort of sighs and hands him keys to that other apartment on Steve’s floor, because he’s quickly learned that some Avengers have a bad habit of bringing home other superpowered freaks like they’re lost puppies or something, like that time Clint showed up with a brunette and a dog and didn’t even bother to ask for keys to the other apartment on his floor, just picked the lock instead.)

Henry Jackman - The Winter Soldier
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[…]Winter Soldier is this crazy, dark, RoboCop-type figure who is somewhat human but mechanised, completely messed up. Slightly human but completely tortured and completely manipulated, but crucially mechanised. So I said you know what, I’m gonna do something completely crazy and dark for the Winter Soldier, and I’m just gonna go for it. I hadn’t worked with these directors before, and away from picture I just wrote a suite for the Winter Soldier that was about six or seven minutes long that I spent ages on and treated it like a record. The idea being that if I get this vibe right, if I nail this six or seven minute thing which I think is the essence of the character and it’s super radical and it’s not that traditional and not completely orchestral because I want to save some of that for Captain America, let’s just see what these guys say. I played it for them really loud, and after they were finished there was a bit of a silence, and then Joe [Russo] went “I love it! Awesome!”

 Henry Jackman on theme music he composed for the Winter Soldier character 

(Warning: the track is indeed weird and creepy and unsettling and so totally fucking awesome)

*heavy breathing*



walking. Apparently walking is a thing he has to learn how to do again. 

"You walk like you’re trying to kill someone, Bucky," Steve says, in what Bucky knows sounds like a supportive tone to the idiots around them, but what is, in fact, Steve Rogers’ patented Why Are You Such A Moron voice. 

"People don’t talk to me when I walk like this," Bucky points out. 

"They also won’t give you coffee."

And well, fine. 


bedtime. The sleeping thing is rough. He thinks it’s safe to blame that on—well, life in general. He’s been frozen on and off for years, and they never kept him awake long enough to need to sleep (he thinks it’s why—well, he thinks that the sleep deprivation contributed to his programming failing). Before that, it’s been the goddamn war, and you slept when you could, where you could. And before that, there’d been the odd jobs Bucky had always worked, anything for an extra penny. 

Steve, who’s always slept like a goddamn princess, doesn’t want to hear it. He throws a futon mattress on the floor (Bucky doesn’t even know what a futon is) and pointedly goes to bed. Bucky lays there, and he can feel Steve looking at him. 

"Just go to sleep," Bucky snaps, night after night after fucking night.

"You’re keeping me up," Steve replies. 

They go to bed at 9:30 and wake up at 7:00, like they’re actually 95 and 96. 

"I didn’t want to say anything," Steve says over waffles when Bucky points it out, "but you could really use the beauty sleep, Buck." 

Bucky smacks him. “Punk.”

(He gets used to it—eventually. He just requires some physical exertion before he goes to bed, and if he enlists Steve in that—well. It’s for a good cause, and Steve’s always been a sucker for those.)


eating. Steve Rogers can’t cook. Bucky doesn’t know who thought Steve could cook, but he can’t. Sarah Rogers taught Bucky all the family recipes because Steve was never going to carry on the family traditions, only shame.

The Winter Soldier didn’t eat for taste, he ate for sustenance. And it’s a weird thing, retraining himself from that. To eat and enjoy it, to consider a meal, to sit down and consume. 

But there’s more available now than boiled dinners and potatoes and whatever things you could get cheap. 

"Everyone eats well now," Steve says one night over Indian food. "It’s not seasonal, and you don’t have to make a bone last for a whole winter."

That’d been a bad winter—Steve’d been sick a lot, Bucky’d been working to help support both their families, and Sarah’d just started getting sick. There’d been one bone and by the time they threw it out, they’d gotten months’-worth of broth from it. 

They get a lot of take out, places they have to look up, because Bucky thinks he’s been to at least some of them, but can’t remember. It’s easier, somehow, to eat it when it’s an adventure, a fixed point of shared experience instead of—well. This is good.


dating. “You clean up nice, I don’t get why you think she wouldn’t,” Steve says, rifling through his mail. The girl in 9H just flirted with Bucky, and Steve is offended on her behalf that Bucky wasn’t fumbling all over himself to get her number.

"I got a mirror," Bucky points out, because he knows he cleans up nice. He knows, even with the metal arm, he’s got enough going on that a girl will forgive that. Knows he can spin it into a sob story—hell, could just say wounded in combat, which is true. Doesn’t even need a cover—

But that’s the problem. He thinks about it all as covers, lies, how to seduce, edit his own history, get what he wants and then go. And maybe that was how it was, before the war. Maybe that’s how they’d been, but he can’t remember. And even if it was, it was a game, simple and light-hearted and nothing like being whored out for a cause. 

"So?" Steve prompts, and Bucky longs for the days when he was goading Steve into dates, not the other way around. 

"So no." 

Steve sighs, and picks up a take-out menu as Bucky locks the door of the apartment. He’s seen—they’ve come a long way. Guys who date other guys don’t have it as bad—can even marry, in New York. They even got a word for people who like both, but—thing is. There are other things Bucky’s got to get right. Like going into crowds, feeling threatened, walking like a human, having a social interaction, eating three meals a day and sleeping at night. 

The whole dating thing—

"Sudanese?" Steve asks. 

"Yeah," Bucky says, and then sighs when Steve hands him the phone to order, because Steve hates ordering food.



okay but can you imagine like

a week after your truck gets stolen out of the goddamn mall parking lot, you get a knock on the door and there’s fucking Captain America standing there. Says he’s here about your goddamn truck. And for a moment you wonder if he started working for the police now that Shield took a dive, but you don’t say so, you just nod when he describes your truck to you, license plate number, make, model and color, all to a tee. 

And then the weirdest thing happens (weirder than Captain America just showing up at your front door). Captain America starts looking bashful. And then he tells you your truck was lost ‘in the line of duty’. You must still look a little awestruck because he elaborates; he’s the one who took your truck. 

Captain America fucking stole your goddamn truck out of the goddamn mall parking lot.

And he’s going to pay for a new one. And he’s very, very sorry.

He comes with you to the car dealership, too. Because he’s so so sorry, also he gets military discount, so he can help you.
he is so so sorry

Stop. Following. Me.


Stop. Following. Me.

what if like bucky's therapist encourages him to pick up a hobby that has absolutely nothing to do with espionage etc? like embroidery or cross-stitch or macrame? and he just leaves these intricate pieces of embroidery all over the avengers tower? and then tony interprets bucky's actions as like a serious cry for help and freaks out when he finds a macrame iron man on top of his dresser?



They all think that it’s a new hobby, and Steve lets them. But Bucky’s been able to do a mean cross-stitch since before Steve met him, said he learned it from his mother, and then it was something to bring in extra money, and then it’d been applied to sewing the rest of the Howlers up—

So Steve just buys threads and needles and listens to Bucky bitch about synthetics—Steve swears Bucky learns the internet just to buy his precious thread, and if Bucky thinks Steve isn’t going to make fun of him for that from here to kingdom come he’s got another thing coming. 

And then Clint shows Bucky something from Etsy, and all Steve knows is he’s got a pillow that says FUCK YOU and a hand towel that says PUNK and somehow Dum-E ended up with a bib that says SMARTEST ONE IN THE ROOM that seems to have Tony torn between being infuriated and deeply, deeply amused.

"You can sell those," Clint points out helpfully one day, and then there’s a goddamn Etsy shop full of beautiful, delicately-done, incredibly profane cross-stitch.

"So you can start paying rent now," Steve says when Bucky crows about how much it’s making (it’s a lot. It’s way more than it should be).

Bucky turns wide, wounded eyes on him. “But—I thought you said not to worry about it.”

"Oh Christ," Steve mutters.

"I thought you said that while I was in recovery—"


"—that I shouldn’t worry, that I should focus on my hobbies and getting better and—"

"Please stop, Sam is going to walk in the door and think I’m actually re-traumatizing you."

"—this is is making me happy.”

"Fine!" Steve groans, throwing his hands up. "I’ll just keep you in the manner to which you’ve become accustomed, okay?"

"Yeah, that’d be great," Bucky says easily, and if he thinks Steve misses the sly smile he shoots at Natasha (who is clearly in the doorway only to observe how incredibly whipped Steve is), well. He’s a moron.




can we talk about d&s bucky yet



can we talk about d&s bucky yet